“Yes, sir, that's the term. I am a gentleman. What can I do for you? I have rare interest among the great and powerful.”
“I don't at all doubt it,” replied Gillespie; “but I was go in' to say, sir, that you are a young gentleman that I have always respected very highly.”
“Thanks, my friend, thanks.”
“If it wouldn't be takin' a liberty, I'd ask a favor of you.”
“Sir, you are a gentleman, and it should be granted. Name it.”
“The night, sir, although a fine enough night, is a little sharp, for all that. Now, I happen to have a sup of as good liquor in my pocket as ever went down the red lane, and if we could only get a quiet sheltering spot, behind one of these ditches, we could try its pulse between us.”
“The project is good and hospitable,” replied poor Fenton, “and has my full concurrence.”
“Well, then, sir,” said the other, “will you be so good as to come along with me, and we'll make out some snug spot where I'll have the pleasure of drinkin' your honor's health.”
“Good again,” replied the unlucky dupe; “upon my soul you're an excellent fellow; Proceed, I attend you. The liquor's good, you say?”
“Betther was never drank, your honor.”