"It stands me in eight shillings a bottle." "Will you take six guineas a dozen for it, sir ?" said George, with a laugh.

"There's one of the greatest men in the kingdom wants some." "Does he ?" growled the senior.

"Wish he may get it." "When General Daguilet was at Chatham, sir, Heavytop gave him a breakfast, and asked me for some of the wine.

The General liked it just as well--wanted a pipe for the Commander-in-Chief.

He's his Royal Highness's right-hand man." "It is devilish fine wine," said the Eyebrows, and they looked more good-humoured; and George was going to take advantage of this complacency, and bring the supply question on the mahogany, when the father, relapsing into solemnity, though rather cordial in manner, bade him ring the bell for claret.