"How about thinking it?"
"The on'y thing Oi kin call me own since Oi jined the army are me thoughts. But Oi wouldn't think it aginst yer wishes fer the world, sor," and he smiled slyly. "Oi agree that the blue-bloods have fought well, but no better than the rist of us. An' they have somethin' to foight fer, whoile Oi'd like to ask ye what has a poor divil loike me to foight fer? Who'd support moy childer if Oi was kilt?"
"Your children! I didn't know you were married."
"Who said Oi was married?"
"Oh!"
"All classes out here foight well. Oi agree wid that writer who said that all min are aloike except fer their close. Now, except fer our close, Oi don't suppose anyone would be able to tell which was the cap'n, an' which his servant"; with another sly grin.
"Probably not, except for the whiskey you drink."
"Oi may drink a slightly greater amount than ye, sor, but Oi notice we drink the same brand."
"Yes, I've noticed that, too, Kelly. That's why there's never any to offer any of my friends when they call."
"Oi assure ye, docthor, there's none of it wasted."