'Well, it's a pity,' observed Quod, spitting as he spoke; 'but what can you expect, eaten up as he is by such a set of rubbish.'
'Shockin',' replied Seedeybuck, thinking how long he and his friend might have fattened there together.
'Do you know anything of this Mr. Sponge?' asked Captain Quod, after a pause.
'Nothin',' replied Seedeybuck, 'except what we saw of him here; but I'm sure he won't do.'
'Well, I think not either,' replied Quod; 'I didn't like his looks—he seems quite one of the free-and-easy sort.'
'Quite,' observed Seedeybuck, determined to make a set against him, instead of cultivating his acquaintance.
'This Mr. Sponge won't be any great addition to our party, I think,' muttered Captain Bouncey to Captain Cutitfat, as they stood within the bay of the library window, in apparent contemplation of the cows, but in reality conning the Sponge matter over in their minds.
'I think not,' replied Captain Cutitfat, with an emphasis.
'Wonder what made Sir Harry ask him!' whispered Bouncey, adding, aloud, for the bystanders to hear, 'That's a fine cow, isn't it?'