'What delicate sensibility!' said I, 'but positively you must not refuse this trifle.'
He took it, and then, just think, the brute laughed in my face!
'I will give this guinea,' cried I, quite enraged, 'to the first who knocks that ungrateful down.'
Hardly had I spoken, when he was laid prostrate. He fell against the stall, upset it, and instantly the street was strewn with apples, nuts, and cakes. He rose. The battle raged. Some sided with him, some against him. The furious stall-woman pelted both parties with her own apples; while the only discreet person there, was a ragged little girl, who stood laughing at a distance, and eating one of the cakes.
In the midst of the fray, Jerry returned with a coach. I sprang into it, and he after me.
'The guinea, the guinea!' cried twenty voices at once. At once twenty apples came rattling against the glasses.
'Pay me for my apples!' cried the woman.
'Pay me for my windows!' cried the coachman.
'Drive like a devil,' cried Jerry, 'and I will pay you like an emperor!'
'Much the same sort of persons, now-a-days,' said the coachman, and away we flew. The guinea, the guinea! died along the sky. I thought I should have dropt with laughter.