“Yes we are,” said the captain, hiccupping.
“What, sirs?” asked the servant again.
“Why, gentlemen, to be sure,” said Captain Jack, leaning against the door-post.
“I perceive that,” the servant replied; “but I fear me, sirs, you are somewhat the worse for liquor, and have missed your way, and called at the wrong mansion.”
“No, dam’me, if I have!” said Captain Jack. “How dare you say that I am the worse for liquor, knave?”
“I had better shut the door, gentlemen,” the servant said.
“And if you do, I’ll brain you,” said Faulkner, with an oath.
“Go and inform your master that I am here,” said Captain Jack. “If he can’t keep his appointment, why, then, I’ll keep mine, for I have made up my mind long ago to visit him.”
“Yes, and tell him that we are here,” said Faulkner, “and desire to see him.”
“Who shall I say, sir?” the puzzled servant answered.