corresponding with: Mr Horatio Floyd Beamish?

THE CLERK [returning and bowing]. Here. Me.

AUGUSTUS. You! Ridiculous. What right have you to call yourself
by a pretentious name of that sort?

THE CLERK. You may drop the Horatio Floyd. Beamish is good enough
for me.

AUGUSTUS. Is there nobody else to take my instructions?

THE CLERK. It's me or nobody. And for two pins I'd chuck it.
Don't you drive me too far. Old uns like me is up in the world
now.

AUGUSTUS. If we were not at war, I should discharge you on the
spot for disrespectful behavior. But England is in danger; and I
cannot think of my personal dignity at such a moment. [Shouting
at him.] Don't you think of yours, either, worm that you are; or
I'll have you arrested under the Defence of the Realm Act, double
quick.

THE CLERK. What do I care about the realm? They done me out of
two and seven--

AUGUSTUS. Oh, damn your two and seven! Did you receive my
letters?

THE CLERK. Yes.