blessing to sit at table with such a master of learning and wit?""Ah, these are the times to live in!"
I thought it was now opportune to say something of the same kind to my amiable friend, and so I did it. "The old corpse seems to be saying a prayer," I remarked. "Why don't he sing it?"
My new friend looked at me, all agape, like a fish just over the side of the boat. "'T is Fullbil, the great literary master" he began; but at this moment Fullbil, having recovered from a slight fit of coughing, resumed his growls, and my friend subsided again into a worshipping listener.
For my part I could not follow completely the words of the great literary master, but I construed that he had pounced upon the drama of the time and was tearing its ears and eyes off.
At that time I knew little of the drama, having never read or seen a play in my life; but I was all for the drama on account of poor Bobbs, who kept chewing his lip and making nervous movements until Fullbil finished, a thing which I thought was not likely to happen before an early hour of the morning. But finish he did, and immediately Bobbs, much impassioned, brought his glass heavily down on the table in a demand for silence. I thought he would get little hearing, but, much to my surprise, I heard again the ecstatic murmur: "Ah, now, we shall hear Bobbs reply to Fullbil!"Are we not fortunate?""Faith, this will be over half London to-morrow!"
Bobbs waited until this murmur had passed away. Then he began, nailing an impressive forefinger to the table:
"Sir, you have been contending at some length that
