'Don't know
anything
about the Regiment.
Kipling - Poems
Anthony. How much? He can't be!
Blayne. He is. He's going to be married in a few weeks. Markyn told me
at the Judge's this evening. It's pukka.
Anthony. You don't say so? Holy Moses! There'll be a shine in the tents
of Kedar.
Curtiss. 'Regiment cut up rough, think you?
Anthony.
'Don't know anything about the Regiment.
Mackesy. It is bigamy, then?
Anthony. Maybe. Do you mean to say that you men have forgotten, or is
there more charity in the world than I thought?
Doone. You don't look pretty when you are trying to keep a secret. You
bloat. Explain.
Anthony. Mrs. Herriott!
Blayne. (After a long pause, to the room generally. ) It's my notion that
we are a set of fools.
