"'Is Gillow's.'
"'Your stud?'
"'I stalled at Tattersall's for six hundred advance.'
"'Your commission?'
"'Is pounded at Greenwood's for ditto.'
"'Then, in point of fact,' said Snaps, 'Mister,'—(whenever Snaps intended to say anything uncivil, he always addressed the favoured individual as 'Mr.')—'in point of fact, Mr. M'Flummery, you are a beggar, possessing neither house, land, goods, or chattels, or property of any sort, kind, or description.'
"M'Flummery bit his lips, and walked to the window, and Snaps continued,
"'How, after making the avowals you have, Mr. M'Flummery, you could have the impudence——'
"'What do you say, wretch?' cried M'Flummery, rushing and collaring Snaps, 'Impudence!'
"'Pounce,' cried my master, 'an assault! Call the copying-clerks up.' But while I was in the act of summoning the scribes down the pipe, M'Flummery relaxed his hold, and said,