"Where, old fellow?"
"In my master's bed."
"Master's bed, you scoundrel!" stuttered Dick; "how dare you intrude into an officer's room? be off, or I shall send you to the shop in a minute." And so, Dick Duff, believing that he had settled the little mistake satisfactorily, again composed himself to sleep, while the servant hurried to the main guard to acquaint his master that "a thief was in possession of his bed and quarters." These tidings promptly brought up the officer with his sword in his hand, and a file of the guard at his heels.
Dick was once more roused, and wrathfully, too, from his slumbers, to find by his bedside two soldiers and an officer cap-à-pie in a strange uniform.
"What do you mean, fellow, by this unwarrantable in-in-in-trusion?" asked Dick, with great dignity.
"Who are you, sir?" asked the officer in a louder key.
"You'll soon find that out—off with you, sir, or by heavens I'll parade you where you won't like it. I have a pair of saw-handled pacifiers that are the deuce for hitting at fifteen paces."
"What the devil are you about in my quarters?"
"Your quarters?"
"Yes, sir, my quarters!" thundered the Captain of Pompadours.