Blith. Fortunate privilege!
Capt. K. My father was a soldier like myself and an honorable man——
Blith. I do not doubt it!
Capt. K. My grandfather was in the army, too, and known in the Peninsula as “Devil-may-care Katskill.”
Blith. I congratulate you on your connections! (Aside.) What does he want to be so communicative for?
Capt. K. Your next question naturally is, “What is your fortune? What are your prospects?”
Blith. Sir! I would not take so great a liberty!
Capt. K. From an uncle on my mother’s side I shall come into five hundred a year.
Blith. Not to be sneezed at, certainly!
Capt. K. At present I have only my pay, and about two hundred a year from my father; but the Kilkenny Katskills were never rich, and always better hands at drawing a sword than a cheque. Is this an answer to your inquiries?