'Oh yes,' replied Sir Harry; 'Watchorn will manage all that. He's always (hiccup) in that line. We'd better have a hunt soon, and then, Mr. (hiccup) Bugles, you can see it.' Sir Harry addressing himself to a gentleman he was as anxious to get rid of as Mr. Jogglebury Crowdey was to get rid of Mr. Sponge.
'No; Mr. Bugles won't go out any more,' replied Lady Scattercash peremptorily. 'He was nearly killed last time'; her ladyship casting an angry glance at her husband, and a very loving one on the object of her solicitude.
'Oh, nought's never in danger!' observed Bob Spangles.
'Then you can go, Bob,' snapped his sister.
'I intend,' replied Bob.
'Then (hiccup), gentlemen, I think I'll just write this Mr. (hiccup) What's-his-name to (hiccup) over here,' observed Sir Harry, 'and then he'll be ready for the (hiccup) hunt whenever we choose to (hiccup) one.'
The proposition fell still-born among the party.
'Don't you think we can do without him?' at last suggested Captain Seedeybuck.
'I think so,' observed the elder Spangles, without looking up from his plate.
'Who is it?' asked Lady Scattercash.