English One-act Plays [antikvár]

At the door oí an Irish country house in a park. Fine summát weather: the summer oí 1915. The porch, painted white, projects into the drive; but the door is at the side and the hont has a window. The porch faces east; and the door is in the north side oí it. On the south side is a tree in which a thrush is singing. Under the ívindow is a garden seat with an hon chair at eachend oí it.The last íour hars oí God Save the King* are heard in the distance, íollowed by three cheers. Then the band strikes up It's a Long Way to Tipperary* and re-cedes until it is out oí hearing. Priváté O'Flaherty V. C. comes wearily southward along the drive, and íalls exhausted into the garden seat. The thrush utters a note oí alarm and ílies away. Thetrainp oí a horse is heard. A Gentleman's Voice. Tim! HiS* Tim! (He is heard dismounting).A Laboré r's Voice. Yes, your honor. The Gentleman's Voice. Take this horse to the stables, will you?A Laborer's Voice. Right, your honor. Yup there. Gwan now.* Gwan. (The horse is led away).General Sir Pearce Mádig an, an elderly baronet in khaki, beaming with enthusiasm, arrives. O'Flaherty rises and stands at attention.Sir Pearce. No, no, O'Flaherty: none of that now. Youre off duty. Remember that though I am a generál of