himself. Here, Clarke, Mother Midnight! Down with you, Captain!
(FORCING HIM BOISTEROUSLY INTO A CHAIR.) I don't know if you can
lie, but, sink me! you shall sit. (DRINKING, ETC., IN
DUMB-SHOW.)

MOORE (ASIDE TO SMITH). We've nobbled him, Geordie!

SMITH (ASIDE TO MOORE). As neat as ninepence! He's taking it
down like mother's milk. But there'll be wigs on the green
to-morrow, Badger! It'll be tuppence and toddle with George
Smith.

MOORE. O muck! Who's afraid of him? (TO AINSLIE.) Hang on,
Slinkie.

HUNT (WHO IS FEIGNING DRUNKENNESS, AND HAS OVERHEARD; ASIDE). By
jingo!

[RIVERS. Will you sneeze, Mr. Deakin, sir?

BRODIE. Thanks; I have all the vices, Captain. You must send me
some of your rappee. It is passatively perfect.]

RIVERS. Mr. Deakin, I do myself the Hanar of a sip to you.

BRODIE. Topsy-turvy with the can!

MOORE (ASIDE TO SMITH). That made him wink.

BRODIE. Your high and mighty hand, my Captain! Shall we dice -