Second Soldier (severely). You must be an ass to take this young lady for a nursemaid!
Both Soldiers. Perhaps we ought not to have spoken, but we are very lonely—may we walk with you?
Attractive Lady. I am going this way.
First Soldier. Would you tell us who you are, miss?
Attractive Lady. I am the chaplain’s sister. (Sensation and silence.)
First Soldier (plucking up courage). We never saw a chaplain’s sister like you before.
Second Soldier. No, indeed, only one I knew was enough to give you the ’orrors.
Attractive Lady (somewhat flattered, stopping at door of a house under a street lamp). I must say good-night now. I live here.
Both Soldiers. Now we see you we are sorry we spoke to you, for we can see you are more one for the officers than for us.
(Exit.)