After this row I noticed a lot of little round objects strewed all over the floor, which on examination proved to be empty pill-boxes. The mystery was now unravelled: the "Doctor" was a travelling quack, and "Soapy" had been eating his pills, to which he had helped himself from the "Doctor's" pockets. When asked how he liked the pills, he said they were "very good," and he thought they were "only comfits" (a mixture of flour and sugar). He had abstracted and actually eaten the contents of seventeen boxes, enough to "kill six horses," as the "Doctor" said, by reason of their powerful purgative properties. He felt "Soapy's" pulse, and talked of the stomach-pump, which did not in the least alarm the half-wit, who declared that he "could eat a wheelbarrow full of them." "Well," said the Doctor, "I would not be in your place for all the world." We remained over an hour after this, during which no change took place in "Soapy's" ordinary health, and meeting him in barracks about ten days after, I asked him whether the pills had made him ill. He replied, "No, not yet, but I expect they will do so, before long." CHAPTER TWELVE. _Cassio_.--I will rather sue to be despised than to deceive so good a commander, with so slight, so drunken, and so indiscreet an officer. Drunk? and speak parrot? and squabble? swagger? swear and discourse fustian with one's own shadow?--O, thou invisible spirit of wine, if thou hast no name to be known by, let us call thee--devil! Shakespeare. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Our visits to public-houses during the winter months must not be accepted as a sign that we were loose and careless as to our morals, as we frequently attended church or chapel on such evenings as we could, in our turns, procure leave from stables, and such of the inhabitants as were attendants at these places of worship gave us every encouragement to come more frequently by opening their seat doors, and beckoning us to sit beside them. We had a library, too (as provided in every barracks), for our especial use, in which there was no lack of entertaining and useful books.