I'm using this as an exercise about getting the point across even though the characters do not have an accurate assessment of the situation. See how well I do.
Day #24 - "The Leftenant's Daughter"
REGINALD HAWKING, a British soldier stationed in the colonies
AMBROSE HAWKING, his financier older brother
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(Enter REGINALD, with a giant black eye.)
AMBROSE: What the devil happened to you?
REGINALD: Do you know the Leftenant Stanton? The territorial governor?
AMBROSE: The territorial governor blacked your eye? By Jove, Reggie, whatever did you do?
REGINALD: It was his daughter.
AMBROSE: He blacked your eye over his daughter!?
REGINALD: No, Ambrose--
AMBROSE: Reginald, what's come over you!?
REGINALD: Ambrose! She did it! She blacked my eye!
AMBROSE: You're joking! His daughter?
REGINALD: Hand to God, sir.
AMBROSE: Still-- I must ask-- what did you do to her?
REGINALD: I-- well, I tried to rescue her. I thought she was about to fall from the tree she was in.
AMBROSE: She was up a tree?
REGINALD: Climbing it. I thought she was falling, so I raced over to her. But she landed like a cat, whirled out of my arms, and her fist shot out faster than I could blink.
AMBROSE: Why, the little minx!
REGINALD: Like a striking cobra, she was. Hardly saw her move.
AMBROSE: Had she taken leave of her senses?
REGINALD: Damn near knocked me bum over teakettle.
AMBROSE: Her father had a thing or two to say about it, I'm sure.
REGINALD: He didn't know.
AMBROSE: How could he not know?
REGINALD: I didn't tell him, at any rate.
AMBROSE: But such behavior--
REGINALD: Ambrose! Surely I'd frightened the girl when I came at her from nowhere!
AMBROSE: Well, naturally. But surely the leftenant wondered at your blighted eye!
REGINALD: Told him I'd gotten it boxing with the lads. She has enough of a hook that you'd never know the difference, eh?
AMBROSE: That's barking madness, Reg.
REGINALD: Jolly well may be.
AMBROSE: Did the girl seem off otherwise to yu?
REGINALD: That's the trick, Amber. She wasn't like anything I'd ever seen.
AMBROSE: How so?
REGINALD: I hadn't done much more than see her before that. She spoke not a word but she had the sharpest eyes that ever mine had met. And for all the fight I must have given her dashing up like that, she took her shot as quick and cool as any man on the line. No dithering, no starting. Just one cold, dead-on strike.
AMBROSE: Surely you can't have seen all that in the failing of a startled young girl.
REGINALD: There was something about her, Ambrose. Something... jolly well remarkable.
AMBROSE: She must have given you a right old drubbing. You're acting odd enough.
REGINALD: Very funny.
AMBROSE: Well, at least now you know better than to bother with her any longer.
REGINALD: Bother with her? Far from it, brother.
(He gets up and exits.)
REGINALD: I think I'd like to marry her.
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