(_A Servant enters with a note_.)
_Off_. (_Reading_.) "_The Baroness Reidesel's compliments--do her the
honor---Voisin has succeeded_."--Ay, ay,--Voisin has succeeded,--I'll
warrant that. That caterer of hers must be in league with the powers of
the air, I am certain. General Burgoyne will be but too happy, my
Lady--(_writing the answer_.)
[_The Servant goes out_.
_Off_. Past two! The cannon should be in sight ere this. This to Sir
George Ackland.
[_Exit the Attendant_.
_Off_. Tuesday--Wednesday.--If the batteaux should get here to-morrow.
One hundred teams----
(_Another Officer enters the tent_.)
_1st Off_. How goes it abroad, Colonel St. Leger?
_2nd Off_. Indeed, Sir, the camp is as quiet as midnight. It's a
breathless heat. But there are a few dark heads swelling in the west. We
may have a shower yet ere night.
_Bur_. Good news that. But here is better, (_giving the other an open
letter_.)
_St. Leger_. Ay, ay, that reads well, Sir.
_Bur_. And here is another as good.
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