XIII
IMAGINARY CONVERSATIONS
IV
AU COIFFEUR
SCENE. A barber's shop in a small French town about thirty miles from the front. A SUBALTERN and a stout BOURGEOIS are waiting their turn.
BOURGEOIS. Is it that it is the mud of the trenches on the boots of Monsieur?
SUBALTERN. Ah! but no, Monsieur, for then it would reach to my waist!
BOURGEOIS. Nevertheless, Monsieur is but recently come from the trenches, is it not so?
SUBALTERN. Yes, I am arrived from the trenches yesterday.