"Sir," said Mr. Shrig, round and placid of eye, "ven I says a thing I means it. Consequent you are now a-going to sluice your ivory vith a glass of the Vun an' Only, at my expense,—you must and you shall."
"Yes," said Barnabas, feeling in his pockets. "I must, my purse is gone."
"Purse!" exclaimed Mr. Shrig, his innocent eyes rounder than ever, "gone, sir?"
"Stolen," nodded Barnabas.
"Think o' that now!" sighed Mr. Shrig, "but I ain't surprised, no, I ain't surprised, and—by Goles!"
"What now?"
"Your cravat-sparkler!—that's wanished too!" Barnabas felt his rumpled cravat, and nodded. "And your vatch, now—don't tell me as they 've took—"
"Yes, my watch also," sighed Barnabas.
"A great pity!" said Mr. Shrig, "though it ain't to be vondered at,—not a bit."
"I valued the watch greatly, because it was given me by a very good friend," said Barnabas, sighing again.