On the contrary, his glass was never idle, and finding it not filled quite so frequently as he desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive looks and muttered remonstrances of Mr.
Jackson, to the swig.

The latter gentleman did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly, and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance.

As to Mr.Kneebone, what with flirting with Mrs.Wood, carving for his friends, and pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full.

At this juncture, and just as a cuckoo-clock in the corner struck sis, Jack Sheppard walked into the room, with the packing-case under his arm.
"I was in the right, you see, father," observed Thames, smiling; "Jack _has_ done his task." "So I perceive," replied Wood.
"Where am I to take it to ?" asked Sheppard.
"I told you that before," rejoined Wood, testily.

"You must take it to Sir Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields.