Lack. Sir, I desire you will find some other subject for your jokes.
Tall. True, your coat is rather a thread-bare subject, ha! ha! ha!—touching the cash makes a body so comical, ha! ha! ha!
Lack. Cash; ay, your wit is sterling to-day, Tallyho, and as you carry your brains in your pocket, I wish you'd change me a twenty pound joke.
Tall. Ha! ha! ha! Ah, well, Lackland, you're so full of jokes, that you even laugh at the elbows, ha! ha! ha! that is the best humoured suit of clothes—
Lack. [Calmly.] Sir, if you were any body else, upon my honour, I'd knock you down!
Tall. Hold, if you raise your arm, you'll increase the laugh—Come, don't be angry, [Looks out.] and I'll help you to a graver sort o'coat, that's not quite so much upon the broad grin, ha! ha! ha! Hush! I'll introduce you to Colonel Epaulette yonder.
Lack. [Looking.] That, ay, a right Frenchman; one might guess by his mirth that he has lost to day.
Tall. True; but I keep up the old saying, ha! ha! ha! they may laugh that win.
Lack. I've heard the most unaccountable stories of his attempt at our style of doing things.
Tall. Yes, I'm his tutor; I teach him all our polite accomplishments.