NORTH.
We had better put about, gentlemen, and go ashore.
BULLER.
My ever-honoured, long-revered sir! I have got intoxicated on our Teetotal debauchery. The fumes of the water have gone to my head—and I need but a few drops of brandy to set me all right. Billy—the flask. There—I am as sober as a Judge.
NORTH.
Ay, 'tis thus, Buller, you wise wag, that you would let the "old man garrulous" into the secret of his own tendencies—too often unconscious he of the powers that have set so many asleep. I accept the law—but let it—do let it be three-minute time.
BULLER.
Five—ten—twenty—"with thee conversing I forget all time."
NORTH.