“Yes, yes; you are courteous, Britton.”
“Oh! By-the-by, what do you call one of those things I see in your hall, like a watch-box with two long poles to it?”
“A sedan chair.”
“Oh! Then I’m d—d if I don’t have one.”
“You?”
“Yes, me. Why shouldn’t I?—It will be rare fun—upon my life it will. Good morning to you.”
So saying, Britton swaggered out of the house, and by way of showing both his knowledge and his independence to Learmont’s servants in the hall, when he got there, he said pointing the sedan-chair,—
“What’s that?”
“A chair,” said one.
“You think I didn’t know that, did you, spooney?” he replied, as he gave the unfortunate footman a crack on the head that made him dance again.