“Very good.”
“Oh! I shall be heart-whole to-morrow.”
“Indeed! we shall see! We shall see!” The second “we shall see” very low and confidential.
Then came a voice from the inn, which cried,
“Tran, tran, tran,
In love or in war;
Tran, tran, tran,
You ne’er saw before;
Tran, tran, tran,
A Sergeant Belcore;
Tran, tran, tran,
A Sergeant Belcore.”
“Ah! here comes that admirable sergeant. Ah, sergeant; is that you?”
“Yes; dear heart of stone!”
“Stone! oh no.”
“Sound to the assault, sergeant. Now, tell me; when shall we be married?”
“We-e-e-l-l-l—Perhaps s-o-o-o-o-n.”