Foreman (promptly). Quite right, Sir. First-class Regiment, commanded by His Royal Highness Field Marshal the Prince of WALES. (To Assistant.) Show this gentleman the way to the outfitting-room—Tenth Hussars.
[Recruit in less than no time is fitted out. On his return to the Central Hall he is once more greeted by a principal official.
Foreman. Now, Sir, you would like to learn your drill?
Recruit. Well, yes—
Foreman. Quite so. We teach it in six easy lessons, at twelve shillings a lesson. You can pay for it either out of your reserved pay, or now. If the latter, we allow five per cent. discount.
Recruit (without hesitation). I think I will pay it later.
Foreman (putting up his receipt-book). Certainly, Sir, No difference to us. And now, Sir, perhaps you will take your lessons.
[Recruit goes through a course which soon puts him to-rights. At the end he shakes Foreman warmly by the hand.
Recruit. You are sure that I really know my drill?
Foreman. Quite. Why, Sir, you are letter perfect. And now, is there anything more we can do for you?