The lad's tone was offensive, and resembled the manner lately adopted by him, and which had so much chafed Mr. Washington. He bowed, and said he was not thirsty.
“Nay, the liquor is paid for,” says George; “never fear, Colonel.”
“I said I was not thirsty. I did not say the liquor was not paid for,” said the young Colonel, drumming with his foot.
“When the King's health is proposed, an officer can hardly say no. I drink the health of his Majesty, gentlemen,” cried George. “Colonel Washington can drink it or leave it. The King!”
This was a point of military honour. The two British officers of Halkett's, Captain Grace and Mr. Waring, both drank “The King.” Harry Warrington drank “The King.” Colonel Washington, with glaring eyes, gulped, too, a slight draught from the bowl.
Then Captain Grace proposed “The Duke and the Army,” which toast there was likewise no gainsaying. Colonel Washington had to swallow “The Duke and the Army.”
“You don't seem to stomach the toast, Colonel,” said George.
“I tell you again, I don't want to drink,” replied the Colonel. “It seems to me the Duke and the Army would be served all the better if their healths were not drunk so often.”
“You are not up to the ways of regular troops as yet,” said Captain Grace, with rather a thick voice.
“May be not, sir.”