HARRY. I wish that you could escape, Walter, without my knowledge. This is the regiment to which I belong. You were foolhardy to venture here.
ARMSTRONG. I believe I'm caged, that's certain. And I've no desire to be caught either, for they bear especial malice against me. If they should know me for the fellow who played a certain trick upon them, an hour's time would suffice for them to make me an ornament to one of your old oaks on the lawn—a style of decoration that might suit their taste, but which wouldn't accord with my fancy.
ROSE. Do they know your person?
ARMSTRONG. From description, probably.
ROSE. We must conceal you, then.
ARMSTRONG. If you've a rat hole into which you can crowd me.
HARRY. I must be ignorant of your movements. I will go and receive them. [Exit.
ARMSTRONG. Whose command is it?
ROSE. Major Cleveland's.
ARMSTRONG. Eh? The man of men who itches to get hold of my insignificant person. He has offered £50 for it.