“Where?—where?”
“Why, to the Dog and Dolphin.”
“Til fly—”
“Oh! it's of no use: the landlord says it was carried away again, by a pair of Pill-sharks; who, from what I can get out of him and his people, had orders to take it down the river, and put it aboard the William and Mary, what's now lying in Ringroad, bound for Demerary.”
“Oh! then, I dare say it's all a mistake, and no roguery's intended,” said the clerk, who had heard Ikey's statement: “the person found he was wrong, and, to make amends, has duly forwarded the trunk, pursuant to the direction on its cover.”
“A chaise and four to Lamplighter's Hall, instantly!” shouted Godfrey.
“First and second turn, pull out your tits,” cried the ostler: “put to, while I fill up a ticket.”
“Are you going, sir?” said Ikey, to young Fairfax.
“On the wings of love,” replied Godfrey.
“But the boots!”