Yes... Go.

Colonel:

[Faversham has presented himself in the Colonel's office]
Well, Faversham? Harry Faversham:
[handing him an envelope]
I want you to accept this, sir. Colonel:
[glances at it but doesn't open it]
What is it? Harry Faversham:
I am resigning my commission. Colonel:
[shocked]
"Resigning your commission"? What do you mean? Harry Faversham:
I mean just that, sir. Colonel:
I don't understand you, Faversham. Harry Faversham:
I should have taken this action months ago. I only accepted a commission for my father's sake. Because all his family have been soldiers. But when he died, my duty towards him was done. Colonel:
[taken aback]
Your duty towards *him*? Have you no duty towards your country? Harry Faversham:
[stands still looking at the Colonel, but says nothing] Colonel:
Oh, go lie down in a dark room, my boy! You'll be all right in the morning. Harry Faversham:
I've made up my mind, sir. Colonel:
Faversham, if you do this, you'll regret it for the rest of your life. Harry Faversham:
I'm sorry, sir. I've made up my mind. Colonel:
[angrily pounds his desk]
You're deliberately shirking your duty! I refuse to accept your resignation! Harry Faversham:
I am within my rights to resign, sir. You *cannot* refuse. Colonel:
[sternly]
I never thought I should live to see a Faversham play the coward. Harry Faversham:
[after a pregnant pause]
May I go, sir? Colonel:
Yes... Go. [Faversham gives a brisk salute, does an about face, leaves the room]