no man can be saved from starving by looking on while others eat. I think that's common sense, eh, sirs?"
There was again an approving "Haw, haw." To hear anything said, and understand it, was a stimulus that had the effect of wit. Mr Chubb cast a suspicious and viperous glance at Felix, who felt that he had been a simpleton for his pains.
"Well, then," continued Mr Johnson, "I suppose I may go on. But if there is any one here better able to inform the company than I am, I give way—I give way."
"Sir," said Mr Chubb, magisterially, "no man shall take the words out of your mouth in this house. And," he added, looking pointedly at Felix, "Company that's got no more orders to give, and wants to turn up rusty to them that has, had better be making room than filling it. Love an' 'armony's the word on our Club's flag, an' love an' 'armony's the meaning of 'The Sugar Loaf, William Chubb.' Folks of a different mind had better seek another house of call."
"Very good," said Felix, laying down his money and taking his cap, "I'm going." He saw clearly enough that if he said more, there would be a disturbance which could have no desirable end.
