FANNY. Augustus!
MRS. P. Who’s Augustus?
FANNY. My Augustus, of course!
MRS. MAJOR. I can confirm Fanny’s words, having been in possession of the whole particulars for the last hour.
MAJOR. Have you? Then, perhaps, you can furnish us with Augustus’s other name—if he’s got one (satirically).
MRS. MAJOR. Certainly—Noodle.
FANNY (very quickly). No—Boodle!
DOCTOR. Augustus Boodle? Let me see! of course! I first met him at Cheltenham!
FANNY. So did I.
DOCTOR. He was only a lad then, and was going into the army—to distinguish himself, as he said.