A soldier, did you say?
Abbot. In Egypt and the Transvaal.
Sir T. Intelligent?
Abbot. I think he is.
Sir T. Send for him.
[Abbot goes out.]
Letters, Hildreth?
Ah, what are these? The bank, the law. No stamp;
Not posted; sent by hand.
Hildreth. An hour ago.
Sir T. Well, we have scorned such documents before.
Set them aside unopened.—Did you hear?
Hildreth. Hear? No.