Glundy. Yes, Sir.
(Servant runs out.
Voice without. Yoix! there, my lads,—he—he—hip—yoix!—hark forward, my jolly dogs!—yo—io—io—io—io—hip!
(Enter Ensign Buckskin.
Ensign Buckskin. How are you, my hearty Cocks!—how are you?
All the Mess. How are you? How do, Buck? How do?
President. Where the devil have you been? eh!
Ensign Buckskin. Been! In bed, to be sure—just got up—swallowed a basin of soup and a small glass of brandy. I was squeamish all the day; but now I’m to rights again. Waiter!—clean glass. Well, how are you, my boys?
(Sits down.
Ensign Newly. How are you, after your last night’s work—eh?