Whetstone.
Major, what would they say if they knew of this in Cornville? So the old rascal used to go around in the night, rescuing beautiful damsels; and they called them night errands! Didn’t he rescue the ugly damsels too?
Punch.
History is silent, mine friend.
Whetstone.
Well, I do declare! I’ll keep up his trade. I’ll build up the old industry on these shores, and I’ll make it hum.
Punch.
I have English, French, Spanish, and other cheaper kinds; but I’ll give you the suit of a grand German knight-errant, because he was a great Teuton.
Whetstone.
What is the rent to-night for the so-called Teuton knight-errant?