CHAPTER VIII.
RELATING HOW DOCTOR TOOLE AND CAPTAIN DEVEREUX WENT ON A MOONLIGHT ERRAND.
Nearly a dozen gentlemen broke out at once into voluble speech.

Nutter was in a confounded passion; but being a man of few words, showed his wrath chiefly in his countenance, and stood with his legs apart and his arms stuffed straight into his coat pockets, his back to the fire-place, with his chest thrown daringly out, sniffing the air in a state of high tension, and as like as a respectable little fellow of five feet six could be to that giant who smelt the blood of the Irishman, and swore, with a 'Fee! Faw!! Fum!!!' he'd 'eat him for his supper that night.' 'None of the corps can represent you, Nutter, you know,' said Captain Cluffe.

'It may go hard enough with Puddock and O'Flaherty, as the matter stands; but, by Jove! if any of us appear on the other side, the general would make it a very serious affair, indeed.' 'Toole, can't you ?' asked Devereux.
'Out of the question,' answered he, shutting his eyes, with a frown, and shaking his head.

'There's no man I'd do it sooner for, Nutter knows; but I can't--I've refused too often; besides, you'll want me professionally, you know; for Sturk must attend that Royal Hospital enquiry to-morrow all day--but hang it, where's the difficulty?
Isn't there ?--pooh!--why there must be lots of fellows at hand.

Just--a--just think for a minute.' 'I don't care who,' said Nutter, with dry ferocity, 'so he can load a pistol.' 'Tom Forsythe would have done capitally, if he was at home,' said one.
'But he's _not_,' remarked Cluffe.
'Well,' said Toole, getting close up to Devereux, in a coaxing undertone, 'suppose we try Loftus.' 'Dan Loftus!' ejaculated Devereux.
'Dan Loftus,' repeated the little doctor, testily; 'remember, it's just eleven o'clock.