Pol. Off. Well of all the—(Enter Second Gen. Off.) Well, Sir, what is it? Who are you?
Second Gen. Off. I am a General Officer, and I was told you required my poor services.
Pol. Off. So I do. The fact is, General, supposing we arrange a treaty, do you think it wise for us to surrender the fortress—
Second Gen. Off. (interrupting). Alas! my dear friend, I fear I can be of no help to you—it is entirely out of my line.
Pol. Off. (annoyed). But aren't you a General?
Second Gen. Off. Certainly. A General-Chaplain. Farewell, dear friend. [Exit.
Pol. Off. Well of all the—(Enter Third General Officer.) Well, Sir, who and what are you?
Third Gen. Off. (briskly). A General. Now then, look sharp! No time to lose. Hear you require me. How can I help you?
Pol. Off. (aside). Ah, this is the sort of man I want! (Aloud.) Well then, General, we are arranging a treaty, and I want your advice about retaining a fortress on the right of the river—
Third Gen. Off. (interrupting). Sorry. Can't help! Not my province. Good bye! [Exit.