"Well, major, since we understand each other so well, there are two little things that I must name as my conditions."
"Name 'em—name 'em. Do you want me to bring you the king's eye-tooth, or her majesty's wig and snuff-box—only say the word."
"One is, that I will leave England. I have a private reason for so doing."
"Damme, so have I. That is a-hem! If you have a reason, that is a reason to me, you know."
"Exactly. In some other capital of Europe we may spend our money and enjoy all the delights of existence. Do you speak French?"
"Ah-hem! Oh, of course. I never tried particularly, but as Lord North said to the Duke of Bridgewater, 'Bounce is the man if you want anything done of an out of-the-way character.'"
"Very well, then. My next condition is, that you shave off your moustache."
"What?"
"Shave off your moustache; I have the greatest possible aversion to moustache, therefore I make that a positive condition without which I shall say no more to you."
"My charmer, do you think I hesitate? If you were to say to me, 'Bounce, off with your head,' in a moment it would roll at your feet."