Aim. And pray, sir, how came I by the honour of seeing you now? [81]
Gib. Sir, I scorn to intrude upon any gentleman—but my landlord—
Aim. O sir, I ask your pardon, you 're the captain he told me of?
Gib. At your service, sir.
Aim. What regiment, may I be so bold?
Gib. A marching regiment, sir, an old corps.
Aim. [Aside.] Very old, if your coat be regimental— [Aloud.] You have served abroad, sir? [90]
Gib. Yes, sir—in the plantations, 'twas my lot to be sent into the worst service; I would have quitted it indeed, but a man of honour, you know—Besides, 'twas for the good of my country that I should be abroad:—anything for the good of one's country— I'm a Roman for that.
Aim. [Aside.] One of the first; I 'll lay my life. [Aloud.] You found the West Indies very hot, sir?
Gib. Ay, sir, too hot for me.