Chis. Speak up then, like a man.
Reb. I wish some of your courage; but do you leave me while I tackle him. Please, your Honour——
Capt. (to Sergeant). I tell you I’ve my eye on Rebolledo to do him a good turn; I like his spirit.
Serg. Ah, h one of a thousand.
Reb. (aside). Her luck! Please, your Honour——
Capt. Oh, Rebolledo—Well, Rebolledo, what is it?
Reb. You may know I am a gentleman who has, by ill-luck, lost all his estate; all that ever I had, have, shall have, may have, or can have, through all the conjugations of the verb “to have.” And I want your Honour——
Capt. Well?
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.