Sergeant.—By the powers, your honour, you may say that; for the other morning I catched myself at that self-same thing.
President.—How was that, sergeant?
Sergeant.—Fait! the other morning, when I was fast asleep, I felt my eyes, and found them wide awake.
President.—Probably you can always hear in your sleep?
Sergeant.—Not when my eyes are shut, your honour; for then I am quite deaf.
President.—Do you ever walk in your sleep?
Sergeant.—Never, your honour, after I lay down; but I did once, when a boy.
President.—Which you perfectly recollect, of course?
Sergeant.—Yes, your honour: I shall never forget it, because I have good cause to remember it.
President.—What may that be, sergeant?