"Not it."
"Go, then, my good Bunting; go and make haste—stop, I say that d—d fellow—"
"Good sign to swear," interrupted the Corporal; "swore twice within last five minutes—famous symptom!"
"Do you choose to hear me? That d—d fellow, Fillgrave, is coming back in an hour to bleed me: do you mount guard—refuse to let him in—pay him his bill—you have the money. And harkye, don't be rude to the rascal."
"Rude, your honour! not I—been in the Forty-second—knows discipline—only rude to the privates!"
The Corporal, having seen his master conduct himself respectably toward the viands with which he supplied him—having set his room to rights, brought him the candles, borrowed him a book, and left him for the present in extremely good spirits, and prepared for the flight of the morrow; the Corporal, I say, now lighting his pipe, stationed himself at the door of the inn, and waited for Mr.
