'I know a man who's rayther s—s—s—sweet on the b—b—br—brown,' observed Jack, squinting frightfully.
Sponge sat silent for a few seconds, pretending to be wrapt up in his 'sublime tobacco.'
'Is he a buyer, or just a jawer?' he asked at last.
'Oh, a buyer,' replied Jack.
'I'll sell,' said Sponge, with a strong emphasis on the sell.
'How much?' asked Jack, sobering with the excitement.
'Which?' asked Sponge.
'The brown,' rejoined Jack.
'Three hundred,' said Sponge; adding, 'I gave two for him.'
'Indeed!' said Jack.