“You are all used up. You look as though you could hardly stand up.”
“I am very tired, sir,” added Somers languidly.
“Sit down, then. Here, Peter,” he added, addressing his servant, “bring in a glass of whiskey for Lieutenant Somers.”
“Thank you, general; I never drink anything stronger than coffee.”
“But a little whiskey would do you good in your present condition; you need it.”
“I thank you, general; I never drink whiskey, as I had occasion to say to a rebel general of division to-day.”
“Eh? ’Pon my conscience! Were you asked to drink by a rebel major-general?” demanded the officer, greatly surprised at the statement of the scout
“Not exactly, sir. About the first question he asked me was, how much whiskey I could drink without going by the board.”
“Who was he? Bring coffee, Peter.”
“General M——.”