And now look at 'im!--'E made friends with some o' them frog-eaters, 'obnobbed with them just as if they was Englishmen, and not just a lot of immoral, Godforsaking furrin' spies.

Well! and what happened?
Peppercorn 'e now ups and talks of revolutions, and liberty, and down with the aristocrats, just like Mr.
'Empseed over 'ere!" "Pardon me, Mr.Jellyband," again interposed Mr.Hempseed feebly, "I dunno as I ever did--" Mr.Jellyband had appealed to the company in general, who were listening awe-struck and open-mouthed at the recital of Mr.Peppercorn's defalcations.

At one table two customers--gentlemen apparently by their clothes--had pushed aside their half-finished game of dominoes, and had been listening for some time, and evidently with much amusement at Mr.Jellyband's international opinions.

One of them now, with a quiet, sarcastic smile still lurking round the corners of his mobile mouth, turned towards the centre of the room where Mr.Jellyband was standing.
"You seem to think, mine honest friend," he said quietly, "that these Frenchmen,--spies I think you called them--are mighty clever fellows to have made mincemeat so to speak of your friend Mr.Peppercorn's opinions.

How did they accomplish that now, think you ?" "Lud! sir, I suppose they talked 'im over.