"Och, shure, no! What would a grand gentleman like yourself be
wantin' wid such dirthy work--'tis a common private's job, so it is.
But was meself twinty year younger 'twould be a job I would take
great delight in the doin' of it. I would take great delight in
landin' wan o' them blagyards a puck wid a bay'net that would let the
daylight through him. I would have great courage an' delight in a
war wid such as they be, that's the blessed truth, the dirthy,
desthroyin', murdherin' divils! Arragh! I hate them!"
He shook a grimy fist in the general direction of America, and the
billy, undisturbed, reached up and ate another ribbon off his coat.
"Beggin' yer pardon, but will yer honour be goin' back to the War?"