'Most happy!' exclaimed Sponge, thinking it was the very thing he wanted.
'Get a day with the harriers, too, if you like,' continued the shooter, increasing the temptation.
'Better still!' thought Sponge.
'I've only bachelor 'commodation to offer you; but p'raps you'll not mind roughing it a bit?' observed Romford.
'Oh, faith, not I!' replied Sponge, thinking of the luxuries of Puffington's bachelor habitation. 'What sort of stables have you?' asked our friend.
'Capital stables—excellent stables!' replied the shooter; 'stalls six feet in the clear, by twelve dip (deep), iron racks, oak stall-posts covered with zinc, beautiful oats, capital beans, splendacious hay—won without a shower!'
'Bravo!' exclaimed Sponge, thinking he had lit on his legs, and might snap his fingers at Jog and his hints. He'd take the high hand, and give Jog up.
'I'm your man!' said Sponge, in high glee.
'When will you come?' asked Romford.