Let us send Susan out for a bottle of claret ?" The German took down the little leather bag and turned it upside down.
A threepenny-piece and a penny rolled out.

"Dat's all," he said.
"Not enough for claret." "But there is for beer," cried the major radiantly.

"Bedad, it's just the time for a quart of fourpinny.

I remimber ould Gilder, when he was our chief in India, used to say that a man who got beyond enjoying beer and a clay pipe at a pinch was either an ass or a coxcomb.

He smoked a clay at the mess table himself.