MRS. G. More than me?
CAPT. G. Stupid! Of course not; but it's a matter that I'm
tremendously interested in, because if I or Jack, or I and Jack,
work out some sort of lighter saddlery and all that. it's possible
that we may get it adopted.
MRS. G. How?
CAPT. G. Sanctioned at Home, where they will make a sealed
pattern-a pattern that all the saddlers must copy-and so it will be
used by all the regiments.
MRS. G. And that interests you?
CAPT. G. It's part of my profession, y'know, and my profession is
a good deal to me. Everything in a soldier's equipment is
important, and if we can improve that equipment, so much the
better for the soldiers and for us.
Mas. G. Who's "us"?
CAPT. G. Jack and I; only Jack's notions are too radical. What's
that big sigh for, Minnie?
MRS. G. Oh, nothing-and you've kept all this a secret from me!
Why?
CAPT. G. Not a secret, exactly, dear. I didn't say anything about it
to you because I didn't think it would amuse you.
MRS. G. And am I only made to be amused?
CAPT. G. No, of course. I merely mean that it couldn't interest
you.
MRS. G. It's your work and-and if you'd let me, I'd count all these
things up.
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