'This (hiccup) note ought to have been delivered before,' observed he,
holding it up.
'Indeed, my dear,' replied Lady Scattercash, who was sitting gloriously
fine and very beautiful at the head of the table, 'I don't know anything
about it.'
'Who is it from?' asked brother Bob Spangles.
'Mr. (hiccup) Sponge,' replied Sir Harry.
'What a name!' exclaimed Captain Seedeybuck.
'Who is he?' asked Captain Quod.
'Don't know,' replied Sir Harry; 'he writes to (hiccup) about the hounds.'
'Oh, it'll be that brown-booted buffer,' observed Captain Bouncey, 'that
we left at old Peastraw's.'
'No doubt,' assented Captain Cutitfat, adding, 'what business has he with
the hounds?'
'He wants to know when we are going to (hiccup) again,' observed Sir Harry.
'Does he?' replied Captain Seedeybuck. 'That, I suppose, will depend upon
Watchorn.'
The party now got settled to breakfast, and as soon as the first burst of
appetite was appeased, the conversation again turned upon our friend Mr.
Sponge.
'Who _is_ this Mr.
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