The Postilion became again absorbed in contemplation of the bellows; indeed he studied them so intently, viewing them with his head now on one side, now on the other, that I fell to watching him, under my brows, and so, presently, caught him furtively watching me. Hereupon he drew his whip from his mouth and spoke.
"Supposing—" said he, and stopped.
"Well?" I inquired, and, leaning upon my hammer, I looked him square in the eye.
"Supposing—wot are you a-staring at, my feller?"
"You have said 'supposing' twice—well?"
"Well," said he, fixing his eye upon the bellows again, "supposing you was to make a guinea over an' above your wages this week?"
"I should be very much surprised," said I.
"You would?"
"I certainly should."
"Then—why not surprise yourself?"