'Oh no,' replied Jawleyford tartly. 'Oh no—gentleman, man of property—'
'I did not mean was he a mechanic,' explained his lordship drily, 'but a workman; a good 'un across country, in fact.' His lordship working his arms as if he was going to set-to himself.
'Oh, a first-rate man!—first-rate man!' replied Jawleyford; 'beat them all at Laverick Wells.'
'I thought so,' observed his lordship; adding to himself, 'then Jack shall take the conceit out of him.'
'Jack!' halloaed he over his shoulder to his friend, who was jogging a little behind; 'Jack!' repeated he, 'that Mr. Something—'
'Sponge!' observed Jawleyford, with an emphasis.
'That Mr. Sponge,' continued his lordship, 'is a stranger in the country: have the kindness to take care of him. You know what I mean?'
'Just so,' replied Jack; 'I'll take care of him.'
'Most polite of your lordship, I'm sure,' said Jawleyford, with a low bow, and laying his hand on his breast. 'I can assure you I shall never forget the marked attention I have received from your lordship this day.'
'Thank you for nothing,' grunted his lordship to himself.