'Then you are Mr.
Puffington ?' observed Sponge.
'The same,' replied the stranger.
'I'll have a look at you,' observed Sponge, adding, 'do you take in horses ?' 'Yours, of course,' replied Mr.Puffington, bowing; adding something about great public characters, which Sponge didn't understand.
'I'll be down upon you, as the extinguisher said to the rushlight,' observed Mr.Sponge.
'Do,' said Mr.Puffington; 'come before the frost.

Where are you staying now ?' 'I'm at Jawleyford's,' replied our friend.
'Indeed!--Jawleyford's, are you ?' repeated Mr.Puffington.

'Good fellow, Jawleyford--gentleman, Jawleyford.

How long do you stay ?' 'Why, I haven't made up my mind,' replied Sponge.

'Have no thoughts of budging at present.' 'Ah, well--good quarters,' said Mr.Puffington, who now smelt a rat; 'good quarters--nice girls--fine fortune--fine place, Jawleyford Court.