Oh, dash it, the chaps drunk, growled Jack aloud to himself; adding to Pacey, you shouldnt get up so soon, man -- sleep the drink off.
Pacey stood nonplussed.
Dont you remember, Mr Spraggon, at last asked he, after watching the tassel of Jacks cap peeping above the bedclothes, what took place last night, you know? You asked me to get you Mr Sponges chestnut, and you know I did, you know.
Hout, lad, disperse! -- get out of this! exclaimed Jack, starting his great red face above the bedclothes, and squinting frightfully at Pacey.
Well, my dear friend, but you did, observed Pacey, soothingly.
Nonsense! roared Jack, again ducking under.
Pacey stood agape.
Come! exclaimed Jack, again starting up, cut your stick! -- be off! -- make yourself scarce! -- give your rags a gallop, in short! -- dont be after disturbin a genleman of fortins rest in this way.
But, my dear Mr Spraggon, resumed Pacey, in the same gentle tone, you surely forget what you asked me to do.
I do, replied Jack, firmly.
Well, but, my dear Mr Spraggon, if youll have the kindness to recollect -- to consider -- to reflect on what passed, youll surely remember commissioning me to challenge Mr Sponges horse for you?
Me! exclaimed Jack, bouncing up in bed, and sitting squinting furiously. Me! repeated he; unpossible. How could I do such a thing? Why, I handicapd him, man, for you, man!
You told me, for all that, replied Mr Pacey, with a jerk of the head.
Oh, by Jove! exclaimed Jack, taking his cap by the tassel, and twisting it off his head, that wont do! -- downright impeachment of ones integrity. Oh, by Jingo! that wont do! motioning as if he was going to bounce out of bed; cant stand that --impeach ones integrity, you know, better take ones life, you know. Life without honours nothin, you know. Cock pheasant at Weybridge, six oclock i the mornin!
Oh, I assure you I didnt mean anything of that sort, exclaimed Mr Pacey, frightened at Jacks vehemence, and the way in which he now foamed at the mouth, and flourished his nightcap about. Oh, I assure you, I didnt mean anything of that sort, repeated he, only I thought praps you mightnt recollect all that had passed, praps; and if we were to talk matters quietly over, by putting that and that together, we might assist each other and --
Oh, by Jove! interrupted Jack, dashing his nightcap against the bedpost, too late for anything of that sort, sir -- downright impeachment of ones integrity, sir -- must be settled another way, sir.
But, I assure you, you mistake! exclaimed Pacey.
Rot your mistakes! interrupted Jack; theres no mistake in the matter. Youve reglarly impeached my integrity -- blood of the Spraggons wont stand that. Death before Dishonour! shouted he, at the top of his voice, flourishing his nightcap over his head, and then dashing it on to the middle of the floor.
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