“Mr. Cats-’is-name don’t seem to come,” observed Bumpkin, after an hour and a half had passed.
“Mr. Catapult, Mr. Catapult,” said Mr. Prigg; “no, he doesn’t seem to come.” And then he rang for the clerk, and the clerk came.
“Do you think Mr. Catapult will return to-night?” inquired Prigg.
“I don’t think he will,” said the clerk, looking at his watch; “I am afraid not.”
“Beant much good to stop then,” said Mr. Bumpkin.
“I fear not,” observed the clerk, “he has so many engagements. Shall we fix another consultation, Mr. Prigg?”
“If you please,” said that gentleman.
“Say half-past seven to-morrow, then. The case, I find, is not in the paper to-morrow.”
“Quite so, quite so,” returned Prigg, “half-past seven to-morrow.”
And thus the consultation was at an end and the parties went their several ways.