'_I_ never said anything--at least, nothing that any man with a particle of sense would think anything of,' continued he, remembering the scene in the billiard-room.

'It's one thing to tell a man, if he comes your way, you'll be glad to see him, and another to ask him to come bag and baggage, as this impudent Mr.Sponge has done,' added he.
'Certainly,' replied Mrs.Jawleyford, who saw where the shoe was pinching her bear.
'I wish he was off,' observed Jawleyford, after a pause.

'He bothers me excessively--I'll try and get rid of him by saying we are going from home.' 'Where can you say we are going to ?' asked Mrs.Jawleyford.
'Oh, anywhere,' replied Jawleyford; 'he doesn't know the people about here: the Tewkesbury's, the Woolerton's, the Brown's--anybody.' Before they had got any definite plan of proceeding arranged, Mr.Sponge returned from the chase.

'Ah, my dear sir!' exclaimed Jawleyford, half-gaily, half-moodily, extending a couple of fingers as Sponge entered his study: 'we thought you had taken French leave of us, and were off.' Mr.Sponge asked if his groom had not delivered his note.
'No,' replied Jawleyford boldly, though he had it in his pocket; 'at least, not that I've seen.

Mrs.Jawleyford, perhaps, may have got it,' added he.
'Indeed!' exclaimed Sponge; 'it was very idle of him.' He then proceeded to detail to Jawleyford what the reader already knows, how he had lost his day at Larkhall Hill, and had tried to make up for it by going to the cross-roads.