“Ah,” remarked the captain, carrying the glass to his eye. “When I was in India this sort of tipple did go down, I can tell you.”
“No doubt,” said Kempshead.
“‘Give Draper his fizz,’ Lord Gough used to say, ‘and he’ll carry any position.’ And by Jove, sir, he was right. I remember——”
“‘Aw, cap’n, ’aw do you do?” said a young man who had just entered the room. “Want to see you, cap’an.”
“Oh, do you?”
“Ya’as. Most particular business; that fellow’s turning nasty; talks about writing to the guv’nor, and all that sort of thing. He’s a cursed bore.”
“I’ll see to that,” returned Draper. “We’ll talk the matter over by and by.”
“You must see to it, old fellow. ’Pon my soul you must, and no flies.”
“All right; I will.”
The languid swell strolled towards the table.