So these ladies having got up to go, turned and lingered, and hung fire so long, that at last another set of oak chairs came up.

"Oh! I must see what these go for," said Rosa, at the door.
The bidding was mighty languid now Rosa's broker was not stimulating it; and the auctioneer was just knocking down twelve chairs--oak and leather--and two arm-chairs, for twenty pounds, when, casting his eyes around, he caught sight of Rosa looking at him rather excited.

He looked inquiringly at her.

She nodded slightly; he knocked them down to her at twenty guineas, and they were really a great bargain.
"Twenty-two," cried the dealer.
"Too late," said the auctioneer.
"I spoke with the hammer, sir." "After the hammer, Isaacs." "Shelp me God, we was together." One or two more of his tribe confirmed this pious falsehood, and clamored to have them put up again.
"Call the next lot," said the auctioneer, peremptorily.

"Make up your mind a little quicker next time, Mr.Isaacs; you have been long enough at it to know the value of oak and moroccar." Mrs.Staines and her friend now started for Morley's Hotel, but went round by Regent Street, whereby they got glued at Peter Robinson's window, and nine other windows; and it was nearly five o'clock when they reached Morley's.