Major Flowers. Pardonnez moi, Colonel, I don't know him. His uncle's in trade: he is known on change.
All the Mess (with a stare). Indeed!!!
Major Flowers. Yes, I have heard that he is a dry-salter?
All the Mess. A dry-salter?
Lieut. Rose. Horrible!
Cornet Canary. Shocking!
Cornet Small. Dreadful!
Lieut. Golding. Abominable!
Dr. Scott. Aweel, I dinna know but there's mare in dry-salters than you think, gentlemen: he's na' the worse for a' that, gin he's got the siller.
Major Flowers. Doctor, 'pon my honour, I am surprised that you should think that money could possibly purchase our permission to admit a dry-salter's relation as a member of the nonpareils!