'Well, but, my dear, you know hunters are always allowed a little law,'
observed Mrs. Jog.
'Law! (puff), law! (wheeze),' retorted Jog. 'I never want any law,'
thinking of Smiler _v._ Jogglebury.
Half-past five o'clock came, and still no Sponge; and Mrs. Jog, thinking it
would be better to arrange to have something hot for him when he came, than
to do further battle with her husband, gave the bell the double ring
indicative of 'bring dinner.'
'Nay (puff), nay (wheeze); when you have (gasp)ed so long,' growled Jog,
taking the other tack, 'you might as well have (wheez)ed a little
longer'--snorting into his frill as he spoke.
Mrs. Jogglebury said nothing, but slipped quietly out, as if after her
keys, to tell Susan to keep so-and-so in the meat-screen, and have a few
potatoes ready to boil against Mr. Sponge arrived. She then sidled back
quietly into the room. Jog and she presently proceeded to that
all-important meal. Jog blowing out the company candles on the side-table
as he passed.
Jog munched away with a capital appetite; but Mrs.
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