J. But, it is our only chance; and, if we do not contrive to raise some active means soon, we shall never accomplish our designs.
T. And, if you are not quick about it, John-of-the-Field will outwit you all.
J. What says Mr. Bold Eno?
G. He is throwing cold water, and I suspect he is attacking our credit.
J. Tell the commissioner, then, that we will mortgage the Kennel to him.
G. But, it is mortgaged already.
S. No matter, tell him it is only for 700,000, and cost two millions and a half.
T. Yes, and you can tell what became of some of the money, eh?
S. Mr. T., you are impertinent; do you accuse me sir, at this board. Sir, you are a scoundrel.
Here Mr. T. brought round his right foot against the leg of the chair in which Mr. S., who sat next him, was balancing himself with offended dignity, and knocking it from under him, brought him to the floor, to the very sensible uneasiness of his crupper, for some time afterwards.