'_Sponge_, you fool! Soapey Sponge,' exclaimed Cutitfat, who had ferreted
out Sponge's _nomme de Londres_.
'He's not come, has he?' asked Miss Glitters eagerly.
'Yes, my lady--that's to say, miss,' replied Peter.
'Come, has he!' chorused three or four voices.
'Well, he must have a (hiccup) room,' observed Sir Harry. 'The green--the
one above the billiard-room will do,' added he.
'But _I_ have that, Sir Harry,' exclaimed Miss Howard.
'Oh, it'll hold two well enough,' observed Miss Glitters.
'Then _you_ can be the second,' replied Miss Howard, with a toss of her
head.
'Indeed!' sneered Miss Glitters, bridling up. 'I like that.'
'Well, but where's the (hiccup) man to be put?' asked Sir Harry.
'There's Ladofwax's room,' suggested her ladyship.
'The captain's locked the door and taken the key with him,' replied the
footman; 'he said he'd be back in a day or two.'
'Back in a (hiccup) or two!' observed Sir Harry. 'Where is he gone?'
The man smiled.
'_Borrowed_,' observed Captain Quod, with an emphasis.
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