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“Take a little toasted cheese with the swig, Mr. Smith,” observed Wood. “That's an incorrigible rascal,” he added, as Sheppard closed the door; “it's only to-day that I discovered—”
“What?” asked Jackson, pricking up his ears.
“Don't speak ill of him behind his back, father,” interposed Thames.
“If I were your father, young gentleman,” returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, “I'd teach you not to speak till you were spoken to.”
Thames was about to reply, but a glance from Wood checked him.
“The rebuke is just,” said the carpenter; “at the same time, I'm not sorry to find you're a friend to fair play, which, as you seem to know, is a jewel. Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear. Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal.”
This proposal giving general satisfaction, the bottle circulated swiftly; and Smith found the liquor so much to his taste, that he made it pay double toll on its passage.
“Your son is a lad of spirit, Mr. Wood,” observed Jackson, in a slightly-sarcastic tone.