Would he be good enough to forbear standing upon ceremony, and remember the case-bottles in the cellaret on the right-hand of the sideboard?
Also, by the way, he must take temporary possession of the duplicate latchkey; and then," added Mrs.Basket, "we shall feel you are quite one of _us_." The Major, on his part, could only trust that his unexpected visit would not be allowed to mar for one moment Mrs.Basket's enjoyment of _Love Between Decks_.

On that condition only could he feel that he had not unwarrantably intruded; on those terms only that he was being treated in sincerity as an old friend.

"I am an old campaigner, madam.

Permit me, using an old friend's liberty, to congratulate you on the flavour of this boiled mutton." In short, the Major showed himself the most complaisant of guests.
At dessert, observing that Mr.Basket's eye began to wander towards the clock on the mantelpiece, he leapt up, protesting that he should never forgive himself if, through him, his friends missed a single line of _Love Between Decks_.
Mr.Basket rose to his feet, with a half-regretful glance at the undepleted decanter.
"To-morrow night," said he, "we will treat old friendship more piously.

Believe me, Hymen, if it weren't for the seats being reserved--" "My dear fellow," the Major assured him, with a challenging smile for Mrs.Basket, "if you don't come back and tell me you've forgotten for three hours my very existence, I shall pack my valise and tramp off to an inn." Having dismissed the worthy couple to the theatre--but a couple of streets distant--the Major retired with glass and decanter to his room, drank his quantum, smoked two pipes of tobacco very leisurably, and then, with a long sigh, drew up his chair to the table (which Mrs.Basket had set out with writing materials) and penned, with many pauses for consideration, the following letter; which, when the reader has perused it, will sufficiently explain why our hero had blushed a while ago under Mr.Basket's interrogatory.
"My dear Martha,--'Sweet,' says our premier poet, 'are the uses of adversity.' The indignity (I will call it no less) to which my fellow-townsmen by their folly, and Sir Felix by his perfidy, have recently subjected me, is not without its compensations.
On the one hand it has disillusioned me; on the other it has removed the scales from my eyes.