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Hoist a flag just now?

Half-mast high. She wants it to fly both night and day, she says.

[Sighing.] Poor Rita! And poor Alfred!

[Busied with the flag.] Have you the heart to leave them? I ask, because I see you are in travelling-dress.

[In a low voice.] I must go.

Well, if you must, then

And you are going, too, to-night?

I must, too. I am going by the train. Are you going that way?

No. I shall take the steamer.

[Glancing at her.] We each take our own way, then?