"Yes, sir."
"Or the Chronicles of the Canongate."
"Yes, sir."
"Or Anne of Geierstein."
"Yes, sir."
"Or the Loves of the Poets."
"Yes, sir."
"Or, d'ye hear, hang it, tell Mr. Mason there are seven or eight other new works, the names of which I have forgotten, and he must recollect."
"Certainly, sir."
"Stop, stop—don't be in such a hurry—tell him, he has never ordered for me the Quarterly, as I desired—that I want to see the United Service Journal, and Blackwood for the month; and that if he chooses to charge four pence a night for his new novels, I'll not read one of them."