'Damme! A gentleman must expect reverses,' said Smangle.

'What of that?
Here am I in the Fleet Prison.

Well; good.

What then?
I'm none the worse for that, am I ?' 'Not a bit,' replied Mr.Mivins.And he was quite right; for, so far from Mr.Smangle being any the worse for it, he was something the better, inasmuch as to qualify himself for the place, he had attained gratuitous possession of certain articles of jewellery, which, long before that, had found their way to the pawnbroker's.
'Well; but come,' said Mr.Smangle; 'this is dry work.

Let's rinse our mouths with a drop of burnt sherry; the last-comer shall stand it, Mivins shall fetch it, and I'll help to drink it.