“Veway much so,” replied Roper, reconnoitring me calmly through his eyeglass. “A veway handsome turn-out indeed. ’Pon my honour, I had no idea they got up things so cleverly in the fencibles”——
“Yeomanry, if you please, Lieutenant Roper!”
“Ah, yes! Yeomanry—so it is. I say, M’Whirter, ’pon my soul, do you know, you look quite killing! Do, like a good fellow, just march to the corner of the room, and let us have a look at you on the other side.”
“Oh do, Mr M’Whirter!” supplicated, or rather supplemented Edith.
I felt as if I could have shot him.
“You’ll excuse me, Roper, for not going through drill just now. If you like to come to the review, you shall see how our regiment can behave. At any rate, we shall be happy to see you at mess.”
“Oh suttingly, suttingly! Veway good things those yeomanry messes. Always a deal of claret, I believe.”
“And pray, Mr M’Whirter, what rank do you hold in that distinguished corps?” asked Edith.
“A full private, Miss Bogle.”