JACK. Nothing to speak of. I got rather a warm one at the Alma, but luckily it was on the head.
JESSIE. Cousin Jack, I really feel quite proud of you! that I do.
JACK. Then allow me to thank you in the name of the British Army; allow the British Army to salute you! (Kisses her. JESSIE joins MRS. TARLETAN, who has gone a few steps up the stage.)
JACK (looking after JESSIE, and aside). A remarkably nice little body. If ever I should marry, I really—
JESSIE (to MRS. TARLETAN, as they come forward). No, indeed, aunt, there’s no necessity for anything of the kind.
MRS. T. I beg your pardon, my dear. Jack is one of the family.
JACK. Of course I am! What’s the matter?
MRS. T. Well, the fact is, we are not unlikely soon to find a husband for Jessie!
JACK. A husband! Who is he? what is he?
MRS. T. I only know that he is a protégé of Doctor Jogtrot.