Indigestion. I’m always like this after dinner.
Salome.
But what would you do if the trumpet summoned you to battle?
Tarver.
Oh, I suppose I should pack up a few charcoal biscuits and toddle out, you know.
Georgiana.
[To Darbey.] I’ve never studied the Army Guide.
Darbey.
You’re thinking of——
Georgiana.