"He's big enough." At which speech even Mr.Sambo at the sideboard burst out laughing, and poor fat Joe felt inclined to become a parricide almost.
"Undo his stays!" continued the pitiless old gentleman.

"Fling some water in his face, Miss Sharp, or carry him upstairs: the dear creature's fainting.

Poor victim! carry him up; he's as light as a feather!" "If I stand this, sir, I'm d------!" roared Joseph.
"Order Mr.Jos's elephant, Sambo!" cried the father.

"Send to Exeter 'Change, Sambo"; but seeing Jos ready almost to cry with vexation, the old joker stopped his laughter, and said, holding out his hand to his son, "It's all fair on the Stock Exchange, Jos--and, Sambo, never mind the elephant, but give me and Mr.Jos a glass of Champagne.

Boney himself hasn't got such in his cellar, my boy!" A goblet of Champagne restored Joseph's equanimity, and before the bottle was emptied, of which as an invalid he took two-thirds, he had agreed to take the young ladies to Vauxhall.
"The girls must have a gentleman apiece," said the old gentleman.