'I have no profession,' said Undy.
'On your oath, you are in no profession?'
'Not at present.'
'On your oath, you are not a stock-jobber?'
Undy hesitated for a moment.
'By the virtue of your oath, sir, are you a stock-jobber, or are you not?'
'No, I am not. At least, I believe not.'
'You believe not!' said Mr. Chaffanbrass—and it would be necessary to hear the tone in which this was said to understand the derision which was implied. 'You believe you are not a stock-jobber! Are you, or are you not, constantly buying shares and selling shares—railway shares—bridge shares—mining shares—and such-like?'
'I sometimes buy shares.'
'And sometimes sell them?'