His feeling were exceedingly wounded at this cavalier treatment--before the very eyes of his wife too--what an example! He thrust his hands deep into his breeches pockets, and strutting with a ferocious swagger towards the Traveller, he said:-- "Harkye, sirrah! This is not the way folks are treated in this country: and I'd have you to know, that I'm a man what has a brother a constable." "Well, Sir!" "Well, Sir, indeed! Well!--Sir, it's not well, by no manner of means; and if you don't pay for the ale you drank, and go quietly about your business, I'll have you put in the stocks for a vagrant." This, the most menacing speech Peter Dealtry was ever known to deliver, was uttered with so much spirit, that the Corporal, who had hitherto preserved silence--for he was too strict a disciplinarian to thrust himself unnecessarily into brawls,--turned approvingly round, and nodding as well as his stock would suffer him at the indignant Peter, he said: "Well done! 'fegs--you've a soul, man!--a soul fit for the forty-second! augh!--A soul above the inches of five feet two!" There was something bitter and sneering in the Traveller's aspect as he now, regarding Dealtry, repeated-- "Vagrant--humph! And pray what is a vagrant ?" "What is a vagrant ?" echoed Peter, a little puzzled.
"Yes! answer me that." "Why, a vagrant is a man what wanders, and what has no money." "Truly," said the stranger smiling, but the smile by no means improved his physiognomy, "an excellent definition, but one which, I will convince you, does not apply to me." So saying, he drew from his pocket a handful of silver coins, and, throwing them on the table, added: "Come, let's have no more of this.

You see I can pay for what I order; and now, do recollect that I am a weary and hungry man." No sooner did Peter behold the money, than a sudden placidity stole over his ruffled spirit:--nay, a certain benevolent commiseration for the fatigue and wants of the Traveller replaced at once, and as by a spell, the angry feelings that had previously roused him.
"Weary and hungry," said he; "why did not you say that before?
That would have been quite enough for Peter Dealtry.

Thank God! I am a man what can feel for my neighbours.

I have bowels--yes, I have bowels.
Weary and hungry!--you shall be served in an instant.

I may be a little hasty or so, but I'm a good Christian at bottom--ask the Corporal.