Encampment at Cladich. Time – Eleven, A.M.
SCENE – The Portal of the Pavilion.
North – Buller – Seward.
BULLER.
I know there is nothing you dislike so much as personal observations —
NORTH.
On myself to myself – not at all on others.
BULLER.
Yet I cannot help telling you to your face, sir, that you are one of the finest-looking old men —
NORTH.