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'The beggar won't sell him, muttered Pacey, who was fonder of talking about buying horses than of buying them. 'Oh yes, he will, replied Jack; 'he didn't understand what you meant. Mr. Sponge, said he, addressing himself slowly and distinctly up the table to our hero 'Mr. Sponge, my friend Mr. Pacey here challenges your chestnut. Sponge still stared in well-feigned astonishment.
There is something about horse-dealing that seems to interest every one. Conversation took a brisk turn, and nothing but the darkness of the night prevented their having the horse out and trying him. Pacey wanted him brought into the dining-room,
'Yes, yes, replied Jack tartly, 'you do, adding, in an undertone, 'leave it to me, man, and I'll let you in for a good thing. Yes, Mr. Sponge, continued he, addressing himself to our hero, 'Mr. Pacey fancies the chestnut and challenges him. 'Why doesn't he ask the price? replied Sponge, who was always ready for a deal.
Jack was snoring, with his great mouth wide open, and his grizzly head enveloped in a white cotton nightcap. The noise of Pacey entering awoke him. 'Well, old boy' growled he, turning over as soon as he saw who it was, 'what are you up to? 'Oh, nothing particular, replied Mr. Pacey, in a careless sort of tone.
Altogether he was very much perplexed: seventy pounds was a vast of money; and then there was his watch gone, too! a hundred and more altogether. He must have been drunk to do it very drunk, he should say; and then he began to think whether he had not better treat it as an after-dinner frolic, and pretend to forget all about it. That seemed feasible. All at once it occurred to Pacey that Mr.
We took Bumpus and Van Eiswaggon and the leading man of a company that was playing at the opera house that night over to these two Napoleons of mattress stuffing and they kindly consented to be imitated for one day only. Old Booth and Barrett had a tremendous layout of whiskers in his valise and before he got through he had produced a couple of mighty close copies of Pacey and Driggs.
'You'll be my second, growled Jack, from under the bedclothes. 'Oh! second be hanged, retorted Sponge. 'You've nothing to fight about; Mr. Pacey says he didn't mean anything, that you misunderstood him, and what more can a man want? 'Just so, replied Mr. Pacey, 'just so. I assure you I never intended the slightest imputation on Mr. Spraggon. 'I'm sure not, replied Mr. Sponge.
I'll tell you that mighty near floored us; but virtue will pretty nearly always triumph, and when you mix a little luck into it, it is as slippery to corner as a corporation lawyer. We had the luck. There were two big boners, Pacey and Driggs, in college who wore whiskers. There always are one or two landscape artists in college who use their faces as alfalfa farms.
Pacey, who he was certain never meant anything disrespectful to Mr. Spraggon, who, Mr. Sponge thought, seemed rather quick at taking offence; though, doubtless, as Mr. Sponge observed, 'a man was perfectly right in being tenacious of his integrity, a position that he illustrated by a familiar passage from Shakespeare, about stealing a purse and stealing trash, &c. Emboldened by his kindness, Mr.
Spraggon of handing his extra weight to Lord Scamperdale; and Jack, in the full consciousness of injured guilt, intimates that the blood of the Spraggons won't stand that that there's 'only one way of settling it, and he'll be ready for Pacey half an hour after the race.
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