23/42 There could be no doubt that in his own social stratum Mr.Green must have been accounted something of a wag. He'll tobacco you, ecod! He'll smoke you first, and snuff you afterwards." He flung the bill aside. "Verses! 'To Theocritus upon sailing for Albion.' That's mighty choice! D'ye write verses, sir ?" "Heyday! 'Tis an occupation to which I have succumbed in moments of weakness. I crave your indulgence, Mr.Green." Mr.Green perceived that here was a weak attempt at irony, and went on with his investigations. |