"Vy, he'd be blow'd if he would!"
"You're a owdacious fellow."
"Tip!" was the laconic answer, accompanied by an expressive twiddling of the fingers.
"Vell, there then," answered the footman, reluctantly giving him the price of his silence.
"Thank'ye," said the musician, "and in time to come, old fellow, never do nothin' by halves—'cept it's a calve's head!"
SCENE XXIII.
Oh! lor, here's a norrid thing.'
The Confessions of a Sportsman.
Oh! lor, here's a norrid thing.'
The Confessions of a Sportsman.
