its mind without a fair trial. And you will please not address me
as General. I am Major Swindon.

RICHARD. A thousand pardons. I thought I had the honor of
addressing Gentlemanly Johnny.

Sensation among the officers. The sergeant has a narrow escape
from a guffaw.

BURGOYNE (with extreme suavity). I believe I am Gentlemanly
Johnny, sir, at your service. My more intimate friends call me
General Burgoyne. (Richard bows with perfect politeness.) You
will understand, sir, I hope, since you seem to be a gentleman
and a man of some spirit in spite of your calling, that if we
should have the misfortune to hang you, we shall do so as a mere
matter of political necessity and military duty, without any
personal ill-feeling.

RICHARD. Oh, quite so. That makes all the difference in the
world, of course.

They all smile in spite of themselves: and some of the younger
officers burst out laughing.

JUDITH (her dread and horror deepening at every one of these
jests and compliments). How CAN you?

RICHARD. You promised to be silent.

BURGOYNE (to Judith, with studied courtesy). Believe me, madam,