Gil. That as fast as I gain honour here I run the chance of losing more at home.
Ped. Noble Sir Ensign!
Gil. One good thing, however, my good Manuel keeps guard for me.
Ped. He must surely be deaf this side—I’ll try the other. Noble Ensign!
Gil (turning round). Who is that?
Ped. (recognising him gradually). A soldier—no, I only mean one who would be—no soldier. If I said I wish’d to be a soldier, sir, I lied.
Gil. Rascal! you here? did I not warn you whenever and wherever—
Ped. Oh yes, yes, but how should I ever expect to find you here a soldiering?
Gil (setting upon him). I’ll teach you I am here, scoundrel, to whom I owe half my trouble.