'The law!' repeated the fiery Ensign; 'the law was made for poltroons: a man of honour does not know what it means.'
'If you talk at that rate, sir,' said Dubster, in a low voice, 'it may bring you into trouble.'
'And who are you, sir, that take upon you the presumption to give me your opinion?'
'Who am I, sir? I am a gentleman, if you must needs know.'
'A gentleman! who made you so?'
'Who made me so? why leaving off business! what would you have make me so? you may tell me if you are any better, if you come to that.'
Macdersey, of an ancient and respectable family, incensed past measure, was turning back upon Mr. Dubster; when the General, taking him gently by the hand, begged he would recollect himself.
'That's very true, sir, very true, General!' cried he, profoundly bowing; 'what you say is very true. I have no right to put myself into a passion before my superior officer, unless he puts me into it himself; in which case 'tis his own fault. So I beg your pardon, General, with all my heart. And I'll go out of the booth without another half syllable. But if ever I detect any of those monkies mocking us, and wearing our feathers, when you a'n't by, I sha'n't put up with it so mildly. I hope you'll excuse me, General.'
He then bowed to him again, and begged pardon of all the ladies; but, in quitting the booth, contemptuously said to Mr. Dubster: 'As to you, you little dirty fellow, you a'n't worth my notice.'
'Little dirty fellow!' repeated Mr. Dubster, when he was gone; 'How come you to think of that? why I'm as clean as hands can make me!'