"At forty!" cried the Auctioneer, "at forty!—this magnifi—"
"One!" nodded Bellew, beginning to fill his pipe.
"Forty-one's the bid,—I have forty-one from the gent in the corner—"
"Forty-five!" growled the Corn-chandler.
"Six!" said Bellew.
"Fifty!" snarled Grimes.
"One!" said Bellew.
"Gent in the corner gives me fifty-one!" chanted the Auctioneer—"any advance?—at fifty-one—"
"Fifty-five!" said Grimes, beginning to mop at his neck harder than ever.
"Add ten!" nodded Bellew.