"Say, got the sack!" cries Mr. Jobling bitterly. "Say it, Guppy. You mean it."
"No-o-o! Left the Inn," Mr. Smallweed delicately suggests.
"Since you left the Inn, Jobling," says Mr. Guppy; "and I have mentioned to our mutual friend Smallweed a plan I have lately thought of proposing. You know Snagsby the stationer?"
"I know there is such a stationer," returns Mr. Jobling. "He was not ours, and I am not acquainted with him."

"Say, got the sack!" cries Mr. Jobling bitterly. "Say it, Guppy."
"No-o-o! Left the Inn," Mr. Smallweed delicately suggests.
"Since you left the Inn, Jobling," says Mr. Guppy; "and I have mentioned a plan to our friend Smallweed. You know Snagsby the stationer?"
"I know of him," returns Mr. Jobling. "I am not acquainted with him."
