The usual pretence I suppose.

No doubt a heavy payment to make up tomorrow.

Poor fellow, he loses time, and time is money as the good proverb says--I never found it out though.
Well.

What now?
You know I am not at home.' 'A man, sir,' replied the servant, who was to the full as cool and negligent in his way as his master, 'has brought home the riding-whip you lost the other day.

I told him you were out, but he said he was to wait while I brought it in, and wouldn't go till I did.' 'He was quite right,' returned his master, 'and you're a blockhead, possessing no judgment or discretion whatever.