Reg. It has, indeed! I have often wanted to ask you what ever became of his chum, Sammy. I thought you had drafted him, also.
Hen. I did; but he had plenty of money, and furnished a substitute. I wish the mail would arrive. [Rises.] By the way, Reginald, did your last letter mention anything about any of the rest of your household?
Reg. [Rises.] For instance, Hilda? Ha! ha! ha! Oh, you sly rogue! Henry, I remember a conversation we had, when you asked me to show you a woman devoid of fashion’s frivolities—ha! ha! ha! Perhaps, now you can show one—ha! ha! ha! What! Henry, the recluse, the woman-hater, in love with a woman? Wonderful! Ha! ha! ha!
Hen. Well, I’ll acknowledge the corn; but I didn’t know a sensible woman until I met Hilda Wallace, whose quiet and unassuming manners struck the chord of affinity in my nature.
Reg. [Takes him by the hand.] Well, well, I’m glad of the transformation, and I hope your future will not be marred by disappointment. [Dollerclutch snores.]
Enter Adolphus, L. 1 E.
Hen. [To Adolphus.] Well?
Adol. [Salutes.] The mail has not arrived, Captain! [Reginald Exits into tent, C. Dollerclutch snores.]
Hen. Pshaw! just tickle that fellow with your boot! [Adolphus about to do so.]