MRS. T. A present for me, too! So you found time to think of me, dear boy? JACK. Think of you! Do you remember this? (_taking small case from his breast-pocket and opening it_). MRS. T. My photograph? JACK. Which you gave me the night before I left England. You've never left me! You've shared all my hardships, all my dangers, all my triumphs! Didn't we enter Pekin together, sword in hand? MRS. T. (_smiling_). _I_ enter Pekin! JACK. Yes; rolled up in three of my flannel waistcoats to protect you. JESSIE. Oh, Cousin Jack, I do so long to hear all your adventures. JACK. Then you shall have them; not all at once; mustn't be greedy, little girl. Now for it. (_They seat themselves._) Ahem! (_in an impressive tone_). In order to make a first-rate brick-- MRS. T. _and_ JESSIE. A brick? JACK. Don't interrupt me! I repeat, in order to make a first-rate brick they put it on the kiln and bake it. Well, in order to make a first-rate soldier they send him to India and bake _him_--that was my case. MRS. T. Well, from India you went to the Crimea? JACK. Yes; there I took to rum, diluted with snowballs and gunpowder. JESSIE. Poor Cousin! how you must have suffered! JACK. Tolerably; but we ate well--when we'd got anything to eat--and slept well when we hadn't to keep awake. JESSIE. And you were never wounded? JACK. Nothing to speak of. I got rather a warm one at the Alma, but luckily it was on the head. JESSIE. Cousin Jack, I really feel quite proud of you! that I do. JACK. Then allow me to thank you in the name of the British Army; allow the British Army to salute you! (_Kisses her. JESSIE joins MRS. TARLETAN, who has gone a few steps up the stage._) JACK (_looking after JESSIE, and aside_). A remarkably nice little body. If ever I _should_ marry, I really-- JESSIE (_to MRS. TARLETAN, as they come forward_). No, indeed, aunt, there's no necessity for anything of the kind. MRS. T. I beg your pardon, my dear. Jack is one of the family. JACK. Of course I am! What's the matter? MRS. T. Well, the fact is, we are not unlikely soon to find a husband for Jessie! JACK. A husband! Who is he? what is he? MRS. T. I only know that he is a _protégé_ of Doctor Jogtrot. JACK. And who's Jogtrot? MRS. T. Jessie's guardian; a retired physician--a very eminent man in the scientific world. JACK. Oh! ah! (_Aside._) Confound Jogtrot! _MARTHA appears at C., followed by DOCTOR JOGTROT._ MARTHA (_announcing_). Doctor Jogtrot. (_Disappears._) _Enter DOCTOR JOGTROT at C.; black costume--white cravat, etc._ JOGTROT (_to MRS. TARLETAN_). Pardon me, madam, if I am late. MRS. T. Don't apologize, doctor. (_Introducing._) My nephew, Captain Pepperpot--Doctor Jogtrot (_JOGTROT bows ceremoniously to JACK, who gives him a familiar nod in return_).