"And so, Pimple," said the senior, "when you proposed for the Bailie's daughter you were deep in love—"
"Yes—very."
"And in debt and drink, too?"
"I was in love, I tell you," said the ensign, angrily.
"For the twenty-fifth time, eh?"
"Not exactly, Monkton; but you are aware that fathers have flinty hearts, and seldom see with—with—"
"With what—out with it, old fellow.",
"Their charming daughters' eyes," sighed the ensign.
"True, or I should have been seen to advantage long ago. But an ensign under orders for foreign service is not the most eligible of sons-in-law."
"True—but in my ease, at least," continued the ensign, who was quite serious, while his senior officer was purple with suppressed laughter, "in my case, as a young gentleman possessed of moderate fortune, moderate accomplishments——"