Lovell.—But if the French—
Oldham.—Excuse me, Lovell,—I know something about the French, if three years in the Peninsula could give knowledge; and I'll tell you, for a fact, whatever you may hear said, that the organisation of the French army—
Pipeclay.—What! with that slovenly style of marching?
Oldham.—Never mind the style of marching: I say, that whether in the field, in camp, or in quarters—
O'Sheevo.—Devilish bad quarters they'd be sometimes, in them same campaigns, eh, Oldham? Short commons, eh?
Oldham.—Short commons! sometimes no commons at all!
O'Sheevo.—Thin claret?
Oldham.—Thin! the devil a drop. Sherry sometimes, of a quality according to our luck; but for claret we had to keep our stomachs till we got over the Pyrenees;—then, I may say, it ran in the rivers.
O'Sheevo.—The devil it did! Then I hope the next Peninsular expedition will sail direct for the coast of France.
Lovell.—But if this invasion—