I hate to be made company of.

Just give me what you have yourselves--just give me what you have yourselves.

Where two can dine, three can dine, you know.' Mr.Jogglebury Crowdey was nonplussed.
'Well, now,' said Mr.Sponge, turning again to Leather; 'just go upstairs and help me to pack up my things; and,' addressing himself to our visitor, he said, 'perhaps you'll amuse yourself with the paper--the _Post_--or I'll lend you my _Mogg_,' continued he, offering the little gilt-lettered, purple-backed volume as he spoke.
'Thank'ee,' replied Mr.Jogglebury, who was still tapping away at the card, which he had now worked very soft.
Mr.Sponge then left him with the volume in his hand, and proceeded upstairs to his bedroom.
In less than twenty minutes, the vehicle was got under way, Mr.Jogglebury Crowdey and Mr.Sponge occupying the roomy seats in front, and Bartholomew Badger, the before-mentioned tiger, and Mr.Sponge's portmanteau and carpet-bag, being in the very diminutive turnover seat behind.

The carriage was followed by the straining eyes of sundry Johns and Janes, who unanimously agreed that Mr.Sponge was the meanest, shabbiest gent they had ever had in _their_ house.

Mr.Leather was, therefore, roasted in the servants' hall, where the sins of the masters are oft visited upon the servants.
But to our travellers.
Little conversation passed between our friends for the first few miles, for, in addition to the road being rough, the driving-seat was so high, and the other so low, that Mr.Jogglebury Crowdey's parables broke against Mr.
Sponge's hat-crown, instead of dropping into his ear; besides which, the unwilling host's mind was a good deal occupied with wishing that there had been three haddocks instead of two, and speculating whether Mrs.Crowdey would be more pleased at the success of his mission, or put out of her way by Mr.Sponge's unexpected coming.