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In course of time, Jawleyford entered the room, with: 'My dear Mr. Sponge, your groom has come up to know about your horse to-morrow. I told him it was utterly impossible to think of hunting, but he says he must have his orders from you. I should say, added Jawleyford, 'it is quite out of the question madness to think of it; much better in the house, such weather.
Jawleyford, passing the bottle to him; 'it's '20 wine very rare wine to get now was a very rich fruity wine, and was a long time before it came into drinking. Connoisseurs would give any money for it. 'It has still a good deal of body, observed Sponge, turning off a glass and smacking his lips, at the same time holding the glass up to the candle to see the oily mark it made on the side.
Spigot, the butler, in a deep, sonorous voice, announced our worthy friend. 'This is, indeed, most truly kind of you, continued Jawleyford, advancing to meet him; and getting our friend by both hands, he began working his arms up and down like the under man in a saw-pit. 'This is, indeed, most truly kind, he repeated; 'I assure you I shall never forget it.
Jawleyford, who was always ready for anybody. 'No good either, replied Jawleyford 'at all events, we'll be just as well without him. You know him, don't you? added he, turning to Sponge 'great coarse man in spectacles. 'Oh yes, I know him, replied Sponge; 'a great ruffian he is, too, added he.
Jawleyford, who had been brought up by a gate, which he was making sundry ineffectual Briggs-like passes and efforts to open; the gate and his horse seeming to have combined to prevent his getting through.
We mentioned the delight infused into Jawleyford Court by the receipt of Lord Scamperdale's letter, volunteering a visit, nor was his lordship less gratified at hearing in reply that Mr. Sponge was on the eve of departure, leaving the coast clear for his reception.
'Dog-cart name behind Right Honourable the Earl of Scamperdale lad with cockade everything genteel'; adding, 'by Jove, they'll take you for me! Having settled all these matters, and arranged how the information was to be communicated to Jawleyford, the friends at length took their block-tin candlesticks, with their cauliflower-headed candles, and retired to bed. When Mr.
Jawleyford presently opened a door to the right, and led the way into a large gloomy room, with a little newly lighted wood fire crackling in an enormous grate, making darkness visible, and drawing the cold out of the walls.
Jawleyford to receive him now, at the particular time he wanted to go; so after duly considering the case, and also the impressive nature of the invitation, so recently given, too, he determined not to give Jawleyford the chance of refusing him, but just to say he was coming, and drop down upon him before he could say 'no. Accordingly, he penned the following epistle: 'BANTAM HOTEL, BOND-STREET, LONDON.
At length Jawleyford, having had as much negus as he wanted, excused himself from further attendence, under the plea of increasing illness, and retired to his study to concoct his letter to Jack. At first he was puzzled how to address him.
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