SCENE—Tent in rear of a Battle-field. Political Officer in attendance upon Army, waiting for Military assistance.
Political Officer (impatiently). Now then, Orderly, have you not been able to secure a General for me?
Orderly (saluting). Beg pardon, Sir, but it's so difficult, since they have passed that new Royal Warrant, to know which is which.
Pol. Off. (more impatiently). Nonsense!—any General Officer will do. Ord. Very good, Sir.
[Exit. Political Officer stamps his foot irritably, when enter First General Officer, hurriedly.
First Gen. Off. Well, Sir, how can I assist you?
Pol. Off. (cordially). Glad to see you, General. Fact is, supposing we arrange a treaty, do you think it would be wise to surrender the fortress on the right side of the river, if we retain the redoubt near the wood as a basis of operations? You see—
First Gen. Off. (interrupting). Very sorry, but don't know anything about it.
Pol. Off. (annoyed). But aren't you a General?
First Gen. Off. Certainly. General-Surgeon. Ta, ta! [Exit.