We had a jolly night of ut, sir--Mr.Foker, the three gallant young dragoons, and your 'umble servant.

Gad, sir, it put me in mind of one of our old nights when I bore His Majesty's commission in the Foighting Hundtherd and Third." And he pulled out an old snuff box, which he presented with a stately air to his new acquaintance.
Arthur was a great deal too much flurried to speak.

This shabby-looking buck was--was her father.

The Captain was perfumed with the recollections of the last night's cigars, and pulled and twisted the tuft on his chin as jauntily as any young dandy.
"I hope, Miss F--, Miss Costigan is well, sir," Pen said, flushing up.
"She--she gave me greater pleasure, than--than I--I--I ever enjoyed at a play.

I think, sir--I think she's the finest actress in the world," he gasped out.
"Your hand, young man! for ye speak from your heart," cried the Captain.
"Thank ye, sir, an old soldier and a fond father thanks ye.