ness of the Corporal, "and what, after all, is the great charm of the world, that you so much wish to return to it?"
"Augh!" replied the Corporal, "'tis a pleasant thing to look about un with all one's eyes open; rogue here, rogue there—keeps one alive;—life in Lunnon, life in a village—all the difference 'twixt healthy walk, and a doze in arm-chair; by the faith of a man, 'tis!"
"What! it is pleasant to have rascals about one?"
"Surely yes," returned the Corporal drily; "what so delightful like as to feel one's cliverness and 'bility all set an end—bristling up like a porkypine; nothing makes a man tread so light, feel so proud, breathe so briskly, as the knowledge that he's all his wits about him, that he's a match for any one, that the Divil himself could not take him in. Augh! that's what I calls the use of an immortal soul—bother!"
Walter laughed.
"And to feel one is likely to be cheated is the pleasantest way of passing one's time in town, Bunting, eh?"
