“Well, go on, let’s hear the very worst. I know you’ve got me in a very tight corner.”
“Yes, Jack, and one from which you cannot possibly escape, if I only say so.”
“Well, no matter; a short life and a merry one,” said Jack. “Here, landlord, bring me another bottle.”
“You have not paid for the last one yet, sir,” said the landlord.
“What!” said Jack, indignantly, “not paid? What mean ye, sirrah?”
“I don’t mean anything in particular,” said the landlord; “but I know your face well.”
“What of that?”
“In fact, I know it too well.”
“Explain yourself. Do you wish to insult a gentleman like me, eh, knave?”
“Nay, sir, I do not; but the last time you called here you had a party of friends with you; you had the best supper I could provide, and dozens of my best wine, and not a single farthing was paid for anything.”