Sponge?' asked Captain Bouncey, the billiard-marker,
with the air of a thorough exclusive.
Nobody answered.
'Who's your friend?' asked he of Sir Harry direct.
'Don't know,' replied Sir Harry, from between the mouthfuls of a highly
cayenned grill.
'P'raps a bolting betting-office keeper,' suggested Captain Ladofwax, who
hated Captain Bouncey.
'He looks more like a glazier, I think,' retorted Captain Bouncey, with a
look of defiance at the speaker.
'Lucky if he is one,' retorted Captain Ladofwax, reddening up to the eyes;
'he may have a chance of repairing somebody's daylights.' The captain
raising his saucer, to discharge it at his opponent's head.
'Gently with the cheney!' exclaimed Lady Scattercash, who was too much used
to such scenes to care about the belligerents. Bob Spangles caught
Ladofwax's arm at the nick of time, and saved the saucer.
'Hout! you (hiccup) fellows are always (hiccup)ing,' exclaimed Sir Harry.
'I declare I'll have you both (hiccup)ed over to keep the peace.'
They then broke out into wordy recrimination and abuse, each declaring that
he wouldn't stay a day longer in the house if the other remained; but as
they had often said so before, and still gave no symptoms of going, their
assertion produced little effect upon anybody.
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