Otherwise you're welcome to try us." "I was thinking of falling bounce on my old schoolmate, and putting Old English hospitality to the proof," Mr.Smith meditated.

"But it's late.
Yes, and that confounded glass! No, we'll bide with you, Mr.Carpenter.
I'll send my card across to Mart Tinman to-morrow, and set him agog at his breakfast." Mr.Van Diemen Smith waved his hand for Crickledon to lead the way.
Hereupon Ned Crummins looked up from the card he had been turning over and over, more and more like one arriving at a condemnatory judgment of a fish.
"I can't go and give my master a card instead of his glass," he remarked.
"Yes, that reminds me; and I should like to know what you meant by bringing that glass away from Mr.Tinman's house at night," said Mr.
Smith.

"If I'm to pay for it, I've a right to know.

What's the meaning of moving it at night?
Eh, let's hear.

Night's not the time for moving big glasses like that.