RICHARD (springing across the table with a tiger-like bound, and
seizing Swindon by the throat). You infernal scoundrel.

The sergeant rushes to the rescue from one side, the soldiers
from the other. They seize Richard and drag him back to his
place. Swindon, who has been thrown supine on the table, rises,
arranging his stock. He is about to speak, when he is anticipated
by Burgoyne, who has just appeared at the door with two papers in
his hand: a white letter and a blue dispatch.

BURGOYNE (advancing to the table, elaborately cool). What is
this? What's happening? Mr. Anderson: I'm astonished at you.

RICHARD. I am sorry I disturbed you, General. I merely wanted to
strangle your understrapper there. (Breaking out violently at
Swindon) Why do you raise the devil in me by bullying the woman
like that? You oatmeal faced dog, I'd twist your cursed head off
with the greatest satisfaction. (He puts out his hands to the
sergeant) Here: handcuff me, will you; or I'll not undertake to
keep my fingers off him.

The sergeant takes out a pair of handcuffs and looks to Burgoyne
for instructions.

BURGOYNE. Have you addressed profane language to the lady, Major
Swindon?

SWINDON (very angry). No, sir, certainly not. That question
should not have been put to me. I ordered the woman to be