'Indeed!' exclaimed Sir Harry, adding, 'well, I thought that was Nabbum's
gig with the old grey.'
'He'll not be back in a hurry,' observed Bouncey. 'He'll be like the
Boulogne gents, who are always going to England, but never do.'
'Poor Wax!' observed Quod; 'he's a big fool, to give him his due.'
'If you give him his due it's more than he gives other people, it seems.'
observed Miss Howard.
'Oh, fie, Miss H.!' exclaimed Captain Seedeybuck.
'Well, but the (hiccup) man must have a (hiccup) bed somewhere,' observed
Sir Harry; adding to the footman, 'you'd better (hiccup) the door open, you
know.'
'Perhaps you'd better try what one of yours will do,' observed Bob
Spangles, to the convulsion of the company.
In the midst of their mirth Mr. Bottleends was seen piloting Mr. Sponge up
to her ladyship.
'Mr. Sponge, my lady,' said he in as low and deferential a tone as if he
got his wages punctually every quarter-day.
'How do you do. Mr. Sponge?' said her ladyship, tendering him her hand with
an elegant curtsey.
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