Log. Yes, yes, I’ll stand a bottle to christen the cup.
Jerry. Aye, aye; I’ll stand a bottle, Tom.
Tom. Ditto for me.
Green. Yes, and I’ll stand a bottle of ditto, too.
Jerry. This may, indeed, be called the very Temple of the Fancy.
Log. Yes, and here are some of the finest fancy sketches in the kingdom.
Tom. Well, Jerry, after our last night’s divertisement at Almack’s, the set-to I gave you this morning at the great Commissary-General Jackson’s rooms cannot be better followed up than by a turn in the sporting parlour of honest Tom Cribb.
Cribb. Thank’ye, Mr. Corinthian; I’ll always do my best to satisfy you in any way.
Tom. There is one way, Tom, in which you would very soon satisfy us.