 Well, perhaps there's some bitterness in me. As I came out of the garden here looking for you, I couldn't help remembering how we grew up together and ran together in those fields, always together. And then we grew apart and there was a wall between us. Fred, is that my fault? I remember how you went to England to be received at court. Well, do you blame me for all this? No, but I'm joining the militia. I see. Goodbye, Eileen. Fred... Someday I'll be back.