human
Now, Anthony, said Pounset, as we formed into line,
gpt
I shall really be obliged to you to make less clatter with that scabbard of yours when we charge. My mare is mad enough with the music, without having the additional impetus of supposing that a score of empty kettles are tied to her tail.
human
By jove, that's a good one! replied Anthony.
gpt
Here have you been bunging up my eyes and making attempts upon my ribs for the last week, and yet you expect me to have no other earthly consideration beyond your personal comfort! How the deuce am I to manage my scabbard when both hands are occupied?
human
Can't you follow the example of Prince Charles, and throw it away?
gpt
Thank you for nothing! But, I say that sort of madness seems contagious. Here's M'Whirter's horse performing a fandango, which is far more curious than agreeable.
human
What's the matter with Masaniello? cried Archy Chaffinch;