Arnold. I will write it immediately. There, sir; and here is the packet. I will not detain you, because I know the business requires dispatch. You will, however, sup with me, and take a glass of wine before you go.
Maj. André. I shall hardly have time; however, I will wait half an hour.
Arnold. Walk with me into this other apartment; we soldiers do not stand upon ceremony. But how do you carry these papers so as to conceal them in case you meet with any over-curious persons?
Maj. André. I have an expedient. I can carry them in the foot of my boot. Do you see how snug they lie?
[Putting them on
Arnold. Aye, faith, that was well thought of; but do not put the passport in your boot.
Maj. André. No, no. That goes into my pocket.
Scene II.—An ancient stone building in the Dutch taste. Three officers, Vincent, Ambrose, Asmith. Vincent and Asmith entering.
Am. Well are we met in these sequestered wilds;
Whence come ye, brothers, at so late an hour?