Lukyn.
[Turning his chair to face Mr. Posket.] Well, Posket, if it comes to that, when I look at you, when I look at you—[He attempts to fix his glass in his eye.] Confound my nose! [To Mr. Posket.] When I look at you, you are not a very imposing object, this morning.
Mr. Posket.
Lukyn!
Lukyn.
You look quite as shaky as I do—and you’re not quite innocent of court plaster.
Mr. Posket.
Lukyn! Really!
Lukyn.
And as for our attire, we neither of us look as if we had slipped out of a bandbox.