Reb. To desire the ensign to appoint me roulette-master to the regiment, so I may pay my liabilities like a man of honour.
Capt. Quite right, quite right; I will see it done.
Chis. Oh, brave captain! Oh, if I only live to hear them all call me Madam Roulette!
Reb. Shall I go at once and tell him?
Capt. Wait. I want you first to help me in a little plan I have.
Reb. Out with it, noble captain. Slow said slow sped, you know.
Capt. You are a good fellow; listen. I want to get into that attic there, for a particular purpose.
Reb. And why doesn’t your Honour go up at once?
Capt. I don’t like to do it in a strange house without an excuse. Now look here; you and I will pretend to quarrel; I get angry and draw my sword, and you run away up-stairs, and I after you, to the attic, that’s all; I’ll manage the rest.
Chis. Ah, we get on famously.