Lukyn.
By George, old fellow, I regret to find myself in it. [Sitting, and taking up newspaper.] I suppose they’ve got us in the “Times,” confound ’em!
[While Lukyn is reading the paper, Mr. Posket and Mr. Wormington hold a hurried consultation respecting Lukyn’s behaviour.
Mr. Posket.
H’m! [To Lugg.] Sergeant, I think Colonel Lukyn may be accommodated with a chair.
Lugg.
He’s in it, sir.
Lukyn.
[Rising and putting down paper.] Beg your pardon, forgot where I was. I suppose everything must be formal in this confounded place?
Mr. Posket.