"Chesney Wold. (I thank my honourable friend for that cheer.) If any man had told me then that I should be as hard up at the present time as I literally find myself, I should have--well, I should have pitched into him," says Mr. Jobling, taking a little rum-and-water with an air of desperate resignation; "I should have let fly at his head."
"Still, Tony, you were on the wrong side of the post then," remonstrates Mr. Guppy. "You were talking about nothing else in the gig."
"Guppy," says Mr. Jobling, "I will not deny it. I was on the wrong side of the post. But I trusted to things coming round."

"Chesney Wold. If any man had told me then that I should be as hard up as I now find myself, I should have let fly at his head," says Mr. Jobling, with an air of desperate resignation.
"Still, Tony, you were broke then," remonstrates Mr. Guppy.
"Guppy," says Mr. Jobling, "I will not deny it. But I trusted to things coming round."
