'And another coming,' observed Captain Cutitfat, still fretting at the idea.
'Indeed!' exclaimed Miss Howard, raising her hands and eyebrows in delight; 'and who is he?' asked she, with unfeigned glee.
'Oh such a (hiccup) swell,' replied Sir Harry; 'reg'lar Leicestershire man. A (hiccup) Quornite, in fact.'
'We'll not have the dance till he comes, then,' observed Miss Glitters.
'No more we will,' said Miss Howard, withdrawing from the group.
CHAPTER LX
FACEY ROMFORD AT HOME
We will now suppose our distinguished Sponge entering the village, or what the natives call the town of Washingforde, towards the close of a short December day, on his arrival from Mr. Jog's.
'What sort of stables are there?' asked he, reining up his hack, as he encountered the brandy-nosed Leather airing himself on the main street.