"Get me some employment, where there is little to do; I hate brain-work."
"Employment!--where? with whom?"
"Civil or military, I care not which."
"Military! impossible--too old. Stay, I have it!" exclaimed the lawyer; "you have been in the Militia, I know."
"Three months in the Royal Diddlesex."
"What say you to an appointment in Lord Aberdeen's new Land Transport Corps? It will be easily got--a handsome uniform and great éclat, though the officers are nearly all taken from the ranks. The duties are simple enough--conveyance of baggage, and carrying off the wounded after an action."
"Not to bury the dead?--ugly work that."
"No, no."
"By Jove, I'll go!" he exclaimed, as Sharpus filled up the cheque.
Sharpus strove in vain to conceal his delight.