“Magsman,” he says, “look upon me?—You see afore you one as has both gone into society, and come out.”
“O, you are out of it, Mr. Chops? How did you get out, sir?”
“Sold out!” says he. You never saw the like of the wisdom as his Ed expressed, when he made use of them two words.
“My friend Magsman, I’ll impart to you a discovery I’ve made. It’s wallable; it’s cost twelve thousand five hundred pound; it may do you good in life. The secret of this matter is, that it ain’t so much that a person goes into society, as that society goes into a person.”
Not exactly keeping up with his meanin, I shook my ed, put on a deep look, and said, “You’re right there, Mr. Chops.”
“Magsman,” he says, twitchin me by the leg, “society has gone into me to the tune of every penny of my property.”
I felt that I went pale, and though not naturally a bold speaker, I couldn’t hardly say, “Where’s Normandy?”
“Bolted,—with the plate,” said Mr. Chops.
“And t’other one?”—meaning him as formerly wore the bishop’s mitre.
“Bolted,—with the jewels,” said Mr. Chops.