"Never mind that now," said Horace, impatiently; "I want that brass bottle I bought the other day. Bring it up at once, please."
"I thought you said the other day you never wanted to set eyes on it again, and I was to do as I pleased with it, sir?"
"Well, I've changed my mind, so let me have it, quick."
"I'm sure I'm very sorry, sir, but that you can't, because Rapkin, not wishful to have the place lumbered up with rubbish, disposed of it on'y last night to a gentleman as keeps a rag and bone emporium off the Bridge Road, and 'alf-a-crown was the most he'd give for it, sir."
"Give me his name," said Horace.
"Dilger, sir—Emanuel Dilger. When Rapkin comes in I'm sure he'd go round with pleasure, and see about it, if required."
"I'll go round myself," said Horace. "It's all right, Mrs. Rapkin, quite a natural mistake on your part, but—but I happen to want the bottle again. You needn't stay."
"O thou smooth-faced and double-tongued one!" said the Jinnee, after she had gone, as he reappeared to view. "Did I not foresee that thou wouldst deal crookedly? Restore unto me my bottle!"
"I'll go and get it at once," said Horace; "I shan't be five minutes." And he prepared to go.