"O, yes, sir!" says the servant.
"Well, fetch it in."
"Two bottles, sir?"
"Two ganders! No, bring in six bottles!—I can go two on 'em myself," says the country gent.
The servant delivered his message at the bar, and after a few grimaces and whispering, the servant and one of the bar-keepers, or clerks, carried up the wine. Says the clerk, whispering to Smith, whom he slightly knew:
"Smith, do you know the price of this wine?"
"Certainly I do," says Smith; "here it's invoiced on the catalogue, ain't it?"
"O, very well," says the clerk, about to withdraw.
"Hold on!" says one of the merry country gents, "don't snake your handsome countenance off so quick; do yer want us to fork rite up fur these drinks?" hauling out his wallet.
"No, yer don't," says another, hauling out his change.