The two British officers of Halkett's, Captain Grace and Mr.Waring, both drank "The King." Harry Warrington drank "The King." Colonel Washington, with glaring eyes, gulped, too, a slight draught from the bowl.
Then Captain Grace proposed "The Duke and the Army," which toast there was likewise no gainsaying.

Colonel Washington had to swallow "The Duke and the Army." "You don't seem to stomach the toast, Colonel," said George.
"I tell you again, I don't want to drink," replied the Colonel.

"It seems to me the Duke and the Army would be served all the better if their healths were not drunk so often." "You are not up to the ways of regular troops as yet," said Captain Grace, with rather a thick voice.
"May be not, sir." "A British officer," continues Captain Grace, with great energy but doubtful articulation, "never neglects a toast of that sort, nor any other duty.

A man who refuses to drink the health of the Duke--hang me, such a man should be tried by a court-martial!" "What means this language to me?
You are drunk, sir!" roared Colonel Washington, jumping up, and striking the table with his fist.
"A cursed provincial officer say I'm drunk!" shrieks out Captain Grace.
"Waring, do you hear that ?" "I heard it, sir!" cried George Warrington.

"We all heard it.