BOX. Drown yourself!
COX (shouting again). Will you be quiet, sir?
BOX. Listen to me. Three years ago it was my misfortune to captivate the affections of a still blooming, though somewhat middle-aged widow, at Ramsgate.
COX (aside). Singular enough! Just my case three months ago at Margate.
BOX. Well, sir, to escape her importunities, I came to the determination of enlisting into the Blues, or Lifeguards.
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!