'But I can't put my horse in here,' observed Mr. Sponge, looking at the unfortunate brutes.
'No, sir, no,' replied Mr. Peastraw; 'put yours in a stable, sir; put yours in a stable'; adding, 'these young gents don't care much about their horses.'
'Does anybody know the chap's name?' asked Sir Harry, reeling back into the room.
'Know his name!' exclaimed Bob Spangles; 'why, don't you?'
'No,' replied Sir Harry, with a vacant stare.
'Why, you went up and shook hands with him, as if you were as thick as thieves,' replied Bob.
'Did I?' hiccuped Sir Harry. 'Well, I thought I knew him. At least, I thought it was somebody I had (hiccup)ed before; and at one's own (hiccup) house, you know, one's 'bliged to be (hiccup) feller well (hiccup) with everybody that comes. But surely, some of you know his (hiccup) name,' added he, looking about at the company.
'I think I know his (hiccup) face,' replied Bob Spangles, imitating his brother-in-law.
'I've seen him somewhere,' observed the other Spangles, through a mouthful of beef.
'So have I,' exclaimed some one else, 'but where I can't say.'