Jorrocks.  Eight !  Bliss  ye,  I  shall  never  be  right  again.
I  can  scarce  move  out  of  my  chair,  I'm  so  bad — my  head's
just  fit  to  split  in  two.      I'm  in  no  state  to  be  seen.
Yorkshireman.  Oh,  pooh  !  Get  your  soda-water  and
brandy,  then  have  some  strong  coffee  and  a  red-herring,
and  you'll  be  all  right ;  and  if  you'll  find  cash  I'll  find  com-
pany, and  we'll  go  and  have  a  lark  together.
Jorrocks.  Couldn't  really  be  seen  out.  Besides,  cash  ie
werry  scarce.  By  the  way,  now  that  I  come  to  think  on  it,
I  had  a  five-pounder  in  my   breeches  last  night.     Just  feel


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in  the  pocket  of  them  'ere  nankeens,  and   see  that  Mrs.  J.
has  not  grabbed  it  to  pay  Jenner's  fee  with.
Yorkshireman  (Feels).  No — all  right — here  it  is — No.
10,497 — I  promise  to  pay  Mr.  Thomas  Rippon,  or  bearer,
on  demand,  five  poimls.  Let's  demand  it,  and  go  and
Bpend  the  cash.
Jorrocks.  No,  no,  put  it  back — or  into  the  table-drawer  ;
see  —fives  are  werry  scarce  with  me — can't  afford  it.  Must
be  just  before  I'm  generous.
Yorkshireman.  Well,  then,  J.,  you  must  just  stay  at
home,  and  get  bullied  by  Mrs.  J.,  who  will  be  back  just  now,
I  dare  say,  perhajps  followed  by  Jenner,  and  half  Doctors'
Commons.
Jorrocks.  The  deuce !  I  forgot  all  that.  Curse  Mrs.  J.
and  the  Commons  too.  Well,  Mr.  Yorkshireman,  I  don't
care  if  I  do  go  with  you — but  where  shall  it  be  to  ?  Some
place  where  we  can  be  quiet,  for  I  really  am  werry  bad,  and
not  up  to  nothing  like  a  lark.
