Ensign Luby. Ay, Jack, my boy, and if you want money—see here! it is at your service.
[pulls out a handful of notes.
Ensign Buckskin. I don’t know that I shall run short yet; however, lend me ten: [takes a note out of Luby’s hand] thank you—all right, Luby; I’ll pay you, my boy.
Ensign Luby. Don’t mention it; I have this day received a remittance, as I said before, and any of my friends may share it as far as it will go. I have not been long in the army, but I know this—that good-fellowship is the soul of it.
Capt. Alder. I think you said this evening, that Trotter’s fault was liberality.
Ensign Luby. Yes, yes—but liberality for ever! that I say.
[A strong hiccup, together with certain rollings of the eye and screwings of the lips, now gave evidence of Mr. Luby’s intellectual state.
Capt. Alder. Well, gentlemen, I must be off. Will you go, Captain Bell?
Capt Bell. Yes.
Capt. Saunders. So will I.