throws open the French window. The tramp, tramp of a regiment is heard._
TWO OFFICERS _in uniform, a_ GENERAL _and a_ CAPTAIN, _enter left._


GENERAL

[_A strongly-built man in middle age, with a firm, resolute face._

Evening, Grosvenor. Not poaching on your rights if we come in here a
minute? The other windows were crowded.


GROSVENOR

Not at all, General, not at all. We're all making way for the khaki
today, sir. And proud to have the chance.

[_With overdone politeness to the Captain, a handsome man of the
romantic type._

Take my place, Captain.


CAPTAIN

Thanks. Great tune that, eh? Stirs up a man's vitals, eh?


GROSVENOR