“How did you get here?”
“I came from the Bench for eggs and bacon for the Cornet and his Valet’s breakfast! What brought you?”
“The Count’s landlady, for a week’s rent.”
“What did you fetch?”
“A guinea!”
“Bless me, you must have worn well.”
“No; hold your tongue—I think I shall die with laughing,—ha! ha!—When they took me in, I returned the compliment. I’ve been—”
“What?”
“Cuffed and collared!”
“Ha! ha! ha! ha!” shouted both coats; and “Ha! ha!” shouted I; “And I’ll teach you to ‘ha! ha!’ and neglect your business” shouted the Governor; and the reality of a stunning box on the ear dispelled the illusion of my “Day-dream at my Uncle’s.”