“It is getting on for one o’clock, and I begin to feel quite faint,” said the somniferous Commissioner.
“A chop and a glass of sherry will do us each good,” observed Mr. Sneesby.
“Bulliwell does make such long-winded speeches!”
“Well—so he does: but I always pretend to listen to them—and thus he enjoys the reputation of having the ear of the Court.”
“I am going to dine with Serjeant Splutterby this evening—and so I shall leave at about four o’clock.”
“Very well,” said Mr. Commissioner Sneesby. “I shall sit till six. But what are we to do with this canting hypocrite of an Insolvent?”
“Six months, I suppose: he is a dreadful villain.”
“Yes—and while you were asleep he made a frightful long speech——”
“Oh! in that case, then, let us give him a twelvemonth—and then for the chops and the sherry.”
“Good: a twelvemonth—and then the chops and the sherry.”