After every one of these flirtations with the eatables,
he pulled out his watch, and declared with an earnestness quite pathetic
that he couldn't undertake to hold out two minutes longer.
'Tilly!' said John to his lady, who was reclining half awake and half
asleep upon a sofa.
'Well, John!'
'Well, John!' retorted her husband, impatiently. 'Dost thou feel
hoongry, lass?'
'Not very,' said Mrs Browdie.
'Not vary!' repeated John, raising his eyes to the ceiling. 'Hear her
say not vary, and us dining at three, and loonching off pasthry thot
aggravates a mon 'stead of pacifying him! Not vary!'
'Here's a gen'l'man for you, sir,' said the waiter, looking in.
'A wa'at for me?' cried John, as though he thought it must be a letter,
or a parcel.
'A gen'l'man, sir.'
'Stars and garthers, chap!' said John, 'wa'at dost thou coom and say
thot for? In wi' 'un.'
'Are you at home, sir?'
'At whoam!' cried John, 'I wish I wur; I'd ha tea'd two hour ago. Why, I
told t'oother chap to look sharp ootside door, and tell 'un d'rectly he
coom, thot we war faint wi' hoonger. In wi' 'un. Aha! Thee hond, Misther
Nickleby.
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