'
Mr. Jawleyford looked at Mrs. Jawleyford as a counsel who thinks he has
made a grand hit looks at a jury before he sits down, and said no more.
Mrs. Jawleyford looked as innocent as most jurymen do after one of these
forensic exploits.--Mr. Sponge beginning his nasal recreations, Mrs.
Jawleyford motioned the ladies off to bed--Mr. Sponge and his host
presently followed.
CHAPTER XVIII
THE EVENING'S REFLECTIONS
'Well, I think he'll do,' said our friend to himself, as having reached his
bedroom, in accordance with modern fashion, he applied a cedar match to the
now somewhat better burnt-up fire, for the purpose of lighting a cigar--a
cigar! in the state-bedroom of Jawleyford Court. Having divested himself
of his smart blue coat and white waistcoat, and arrayed himself in a grey
dressing-gown, he adjusted the loose cushions of a recumbent chair, and
soused himself into its luxurious depths for a 'think over.'
'He has money,' mused Sponge, between the copious whiffs of the cigar,
'splendid style he lives in, to be sure' (puff), continued he, after
another long draw, as he adjusted the ash at the end of the cigar.
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