“Yes—it were, sir: and I had blackguards up at the grocer’s round the corner——”
“Had what, man?” demanded the Commissioners simultaneously, and as it were in the same breath.
“He means that he put placards up at a neighbouring grocer’s, sir,” mildly explained Mr. Bulliwell, then, turning again to the opposing creditor, the learned counsel said, “And I believe that the Insolvent was attracted by the placards, and applied to you in consequence?”
“He come round to my house, sir, jest as me and my missus was a sitting down to dinner,” answered Mr. Chubbley. “It was biled pork and greens we had, I remember; cos says I to my missus, says I——”
“Well—well, Mr. Chubbley,” interrupted the counsel: “we will proceed, if you please. The Insolvent came round to you, and enquired about the chapel that was to let?”
“Yes—he did: and he axed a many ke-vestions about the orgin and the pulpit, and the westry—and so on.”
“And, being satisfied with your replies, he agreed to take the chapel?”
“Yes—and to pay a ke-varter in adwance, which was eleven pound ten,” answered Mr. Chubbley.
“Well—what took place next?” inquired one of the Commissioners, growing impatient, while his brother-judge took a nap.
“Please, my lud, he sits down and pitches into the biled pork and greens,” responded the opposing creditor.