Box. Well, sir, to escape her importunities, I came to the determination of enlisting into the Blues, or Life Guards.
Cox. [Aside.] So did I. How very odd!
Box. But they wouldn’t have me—they actually had the effrontery to say that I was too short—
Cox. [Aside.] And I wasn’t tall enough!
Box. So I was obliged to content myself with a marching regiment—I enlisted!
Cox. [Aside.] So did I. Singular coincidence!
Box. I’d no sooner done so, than I was sorry for it.
Cox. [Aside.] So was I.
Box. My infatuated widow offered to purchase my discharge, on condition that I’d lead her to the altar.
Cox. [Aside.] Just my case!