Mr. M. Then perhaps you could do with "The Little Boot-Black," or "The Sandwich-Man," Sir?
The A. S. Perhaps—but I could do still better without them.
[He moves to another part of the room.
The Obl. Broker (whispering beerily in his ear). Seen anythink yet as takes your fancy, Sir; 'cos, if so—
[The A. S. escapes to a dark corner—where he is warmly welcomed by Mr. Middleman.
Mr. M. Knew you'd think better on it, Sir. Now which is it to be—the "Boot-Black," or "Mixture as Before"?
Auct. Now we come to Lot 19. Massive fluted column in coral marble with revolving-top—a column, Gentlemen, which will speak for itself.
The Facetious Bidder (after a scrutiny). Then it may as well mention, while it's about it, that it's got a bit out of its back!
Auct. Flaw in the marble, that's all. (To Assist.) Nothing the matter with the column, is there?
Assist. (with reluctant candour). Well, it 'as got a little chipped, Sir.