LADY K.—Howell! I saw Mr. Milliken give you a cheque for twenty-five pounds before he went into town this morning. Look sir [runs, opens drawer, takes out cheque-book]. There it is, marked, "Howell, 25L."
JOHN.—Would your ladyship like to step down into my pantry and see what I've paid with the twenty-five pounds? Did my master leave any orders that your ladyship was to inspect my accounts?
LADY K.—Step down into the pantry! inspect your accounts? I never heard such impertinence. What do you mean, sir?
K.—Dammy, sir, what do you mean?
JOHN.—I thought as her ladyship kept a heye over my master's private book, she might like to look at mine too.
LADY K.—Upon my word, this insolence is too much.
JOHN.—I beg your ladyship's pardon. I am sure I have said nothing.
K.—Said, sir! your manner is mutinous, by Jove, sir! if I had you in the regiment!—
JOHN.—I understood that you had left the regiment, sir, just before it went on the campaign, sir.
K.—Confound you, sir! [Starts up.]