"They shouldn't have given me so much brandy and water as they did; I didn't well know what I was about, what with the news and the spirits!"
"And you went into the street?" inquired Huckaback, with a kind of horror.
"I did, by Jove, Hucky!"
"They'd given you the sperrits to see what kind of chap you'd be if you got the property—only to try you, depend on it!"
"Lord! I—I dare say they did!" exclaimed Titmouse, elevating his head with sudden amazement, totally forgetting that same brandy and water he had asked for—"and me never to think of it at the time."
"Now are you quite sure you wasn't in a dream last night, all the while?"
"Oh, dear, I wish I had been—I do, indeed, Hucky!"
"Well—you went into the street—what then?" inquired Huckaback, with a sigh of exhausted attention.
"Why, when I'd got there, I could have bitten my tongue off, as one may suppose; but, just as I was a-turning to go in again, who should come up to me but Mr. Gammon, saying, he humbly hoped there was no offence."
"Oh, glorious! So it was all set right again, then—eh?"