He had scarce patience to hear out the remainder.

In some way or other, Von Pilsen had so far mistaken our hero, as to pronounce him 'chicken-hearted:' and upon this ground, he invited his whole audience to an evening party at the public rooms of the Double-barrelled Gun--where he promised to play off Mr.
Schnackenberger as a glorious exhibition for this night only.
Furious with wrath, and moreover anxious to escape before Von Pilsen and his party should see him, and know that this last forgery no less than the others had succeeded in duping him into a punctual observance of the appointment, Mr.Schnackenberger rushed out of the room, seized his horse's bridle--and was just on the point of mounting, when up came his female tormentor, Mrs.Sweetbread.
'Come, come, now,' said she, smiling in her most amiable manner; 'we were both under a mistake yesterday morning: and both of us were too hasty.

The booby of a lad took you to the Gun, when you wanted nothing but the Sow: you were a little "fresh," and didn't know it; and I thought you did it on purpose.

But I know better now.

And here I am to fetch you back to the Sow: so come along: and we'll forget and forgive on both sides.' So saying, she would have taken his arm most lovingly: but Mr.
Schnackenberger stoutly refused.