O’Fi. My name, sorr, is considered in the City to be as good for a thousand pounds as for a hundred.
Mat. Papa’s is one of the oldest names in the kingdom.
O’Fi. Yes, sorr. And let me tell ye it’s on some of the oldest bills in the kingdom, too. Such is the value of my name that I suppose I have renewed oftener than any man aloive! And it isn’t every man that can say that!
Tom. But when I try to discount your paper, capitalists always say, “Who’s O’Fipp?” And when I tell ’em he’s a colonel, they say, “What’s he a colonel of?”
O’Fi. Colonel of a regiment, to be sure.
Tom. Yes, but in what service?
O’Fi. Never mind the surrvice, sorr. It was the 27th ridgment of it. That’s enough for any man. There’s many a surrvice besides the British surrvice, I believe, sorr?
Tom. Oh, I believe there’s a good many.
O’Fi. There’s the Spanish surrvice, sorr—and the Hungarian surrvice—and the Italian surrvice, and the French surrvice, and the——
Mat. And the dinner surrvice.