Classon Porter gives what he considers to be the traditional version of the above.
Classon soon re-entered the room with a large open letter in his hand.
And now, in whispered entreaty, Classon begged and implored the other to set him free.
"A gallant soldier, I have heard," chimed in Classon, merely to lead him on.
Classon poured the last of the Burgundy into a tumbler, and drank it off, and hiccuping out, "I'll haste me to the Capitol!"
