'Then _you_ can go, Bob,' snapped his sister.
'I intend,' replied Bob.
'Then (hiccup), gentlemen, I think I'll just write this Mr. (hiccup)
What's-his-name to (hiccup) over here,' observed Sir Harry, 'and then he'll
be ready for the (hiccup) hunt whenever we choose to (hiccup) one.'
The proposition fell still-born among the party.
'Don't you think we can do without him?' at last suggested Captain
Seedeybuck.
'_I_ think so,' observed the elder Spangles, without looking up from his
plate.
'Who is it?' asked Lady Scattercash.
'The man that was here the other morning--the man in the queer
chestnut-coloured boots,' replied Mr. Orlando Bugles.
'Oh, I think he's rather good-looking; I vote we have him,' replied her
ladyship.
That was rather a damper for Sir Harry; but upon reflection, he thought he
could not be worse off with Mr. Sponge and Mr. Bugles than he was with Mr.
Bugles alone; so, having finished a poor appetiteless breakfast, he
repaired to what he called his 'study,' and with a feeble, shaky hand,
scrawled an invitation to Mr.
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