Ned is
rather young! yet, I grant you; he's nineteen, however, and two years
more, you know, will make him one-and-twenty--take him out o' chancery,
as they say."
"Very good, Mr. Burke, very good; in that case I have no more to say."
"Well," pursued the father, in the same dry, half-comic, half-sarcastic
voice, "but what do you intend to do with yourself?"
"As to that," replied Hycy, who felt that the drift of the conversation
was setting in against him, "I shall take due time to consider."
"What height are you?" asked the father, rather abruptly.
"I can't see, Mr. Burke, I really can't see what my height has to do
with the question."
"Bekaise," proceeded the other, "I have some notion of putting you into
the army. You spoke of it wanst yourself, remimber; but then there's an
objection even to that."
"Pray, what is the objection, Mr. Burke?"
"Why, it's most likely you'd have to fight--if you took to the milintary
trade."
"Why, upon my word, Mr. Burke, you shine in the sarcastic this evening."
"But, at any rate, you must take your chance for that. You're a fine,
active young fellow, and I suppose if they take to runnin' you won't be
the last of them."
"Good, Mr. Burke--proceed, though."
"An accordingly I have strong notions of buying you a corplar's or
a sargent's commission.
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