Capt. G. (Gruffly.) Jack, I be damned if you shall do that for me.
Capt. M. (More gruffly.) Dry up and get dressed! If I choose to clean your spurs, you're under my orders.
Capt. G. dresses. M. follows suit.
Capt. M. (Critically, walking round.) M'—yes, you'll do. Only don't look so like a criminal. Ring, gloves, fees—that's all right for me. Let your moustache alone. Now, if the ponies are ready, we'll go.
Capt. G. (Nervously.) It's much too soon. Let's light up! Let's have a peg! Let's—
Capt. M. Let's make bally asses of ourselves!
BELLS. (Without.)—“Good-peo-ple-all To prayers-we call.”
Capt. M. There go the bells! Come on—unless you'd rather not. (They ride off.)
BELLS.—“We honor the King And Brides joy do bring—Good tidings we tell, And ring the Dead's knell.”
Capt. G. (Dismounting at the door of the Church.) I say, aren't we much too soon? There are no end of people inside. I say, aren't we much too late? Stick by me, Jack! What the devil do I do?