Col. Diamond. John!
[Colonel's servant advances two paces towards the Colonel.]
Servant. Sir!
Col. Diamond. Why don't the band play?
All the Mess. Ay, ay, the band—where's the band?
[This question restored the countenances of the blushers to their ordinary hue; for the little discord was drowned in the harmonious call for one band.]
Servant. They have been in the hall since eight o'clock, Sir, waiting for orders to play.
Col. Diamond. Oh! ah! I ordered them not to play until after dinner. Tell them to proceed now.
[Exit Servant at a gallop.]
Major Flowers. That's a good idea, Colonel. We should be two hours later, certainly, than the heavy dragoons in this parti-cu-lar.