In addition to which, though a king, he was a bit of a screw, and we couldn't agree upon terms.

This,' observed Jawleyford, 'is a vase of the Cinque Cento period--a very fine thing; and this,' laying his hand on the crown of a much frizzed, barber's-window-looking bust, 'of course you know ?' 'No, I don't,' replied Sponge.
'No!' exclaimed Jawleyford, in astonishment.
'No,' repeated Sponge.
'Look again, my dear fellow; you _must_ know it,' observed Jawleyford.
'I suppose it's meant for you,' at last replied Sponge, seeing his host's anxiety.
'_Meant!_ my dear fellow; why, don't you think it like ?' 'Why, there's a resemblance, certainly,' said Sponge, 'now that one knows.
But I shouldn't have guessed it was you.' 'Oh, my dear Mr.Sponge!' exclaimed Jawleyford, in a tone of mortification, 'Do you _really_ mean to say you don't think it like ?' 'Why, yes, it's like,' replied Sponge, seeing which way his host wanted it; 'it's like, certainly; the want of expression in the eye makes such a difference between a bust and a picture.' 'True,' replied Jawleyford, comforted--'true,' repeated he, looking affectionately at it; 'I should say it was very like--like as anything can be.

You are rather too much above it there, you see; sit down here,' continued he, leading Sponge to an ottoman surrounding a huge model of the column in the Place Vendome, that stood in the middle of the room--'sit down here now, and look, and say if you don't think it like ?' [Illustration: 'THIS, OF COURSE, YOU KNOW ?'] 'Oh, _very_ like,' replied Sponge, as soon as he had seated himself.

'I see it now, directly; the mouth is yours to a T.' 'And the chin.

It's my chin, isn't it ?' asked Jawleyford.
'Yes; and the nose, and the forehead, and the whiskers, and the hair, and the shape of the head, and everything.