"Which punch, madam, will you take ?" says she.

"You must have something for the good of the house, now you are in it." "In coorse," said the Ensign.
"Certainly," said the other three.

But the old lady said she was anxious to leave the place; and putting down a crown-piece, requested the hostess to treat the gentlemen in her absence.

"Good-bye, Captain," said the old lady.
"Ajew!" cried the Ensign, "and long life to you, my dear.

You got me out of a scrape at the justice's yonder; and, split me! but Insign Macshane will remimber it as long as he lives." And now Hayes and the two ladies made for the door; but the landlady placed herself against it, and Mr.Sicklop said, "No, no, my pretty madams, you ain't a-going off so cheap as that neither; you are not going out for a beggarly twenty guineas, look you,--we must have more." Mr.Hayes starting back, and cursing his fate, fairly burst into tears; the two women screamed; and Mr.Brock looked as if the proposition both amused and had been expected by him: but not so Ensign Macshane.
"Major!" said he, clawing fiercely hold of Brock's arms.
"Ensign," said Mr.Brock, smiling.
"Arr we, or arr we not, men of honour ?" "Oh, in coorse," said Brock, laughing, and using Macshane's favourite expression.
"If we ARR men of honour, we are bound to stick to our word; and, hark ye, you dirty one-eyed scoundrel, if you don't immadiately make way for these leedies, and this lily-livered young jontleman who's crying so, the Meejor here and I will lug out and force you." And so saying, he drew his great sword and made a pass at Mr.Sicklop; which that gentleman avoided, and which caused him and his companion to retreat from the door.