“Oh, beautiful!”
“But did he look happy?”
“Why, I can’t say he looked very unhappy; I saw him with two—very fair ladies; but what is it to you whether the man was unhappy or not? Come, where shall we go—to Joey’s? His hugest bear—”
“O, I have had enough of bears, I have just been worried by one.”
“The publisher?”
“Yes.”
“Then come to Joey’s, three dogs are to be launched at his bear: as they pin him, imagine him to be the publisher.”
“No,” said I, “I am good for nothing; I think I shall stroll to London Bridge.”
“That’s too far for me—farewell!”