The things we do!

Slatter, who gave himself such airs because he wrote in the
------ Review, tried to air himself at the Haunt, but was choked by the
smoke, and silenced by the unanimous pooh-poohing of the assembly. Dick
Walker, who rebelled secretly at Sarjent's authority, once thought to
give himself consequence by bringing a young lord from the Blue Posts,
but he was so unmercifully "chaffed" by Tom, that even the young lord
laughed at him. His lordship has been heard to say he had been taken to a
monsus queeah place, queeah set of folks, in a tap somewhere, though he
went away quite delighted with Tom's affability, but he never came again.
He could not find the place, probably. You might pass the Haunt in the
daytime, and not know it in the least. "I believe," said Charley Ormond
(A.R.A. he was then)--"I believe in the day there's no such place at all:
and when Betsy turns the gas off at the door-lamp as we go away, the
whole thing vanishes: the door, the house, the bar, the Haunt, Betsy, the
beer-boy, Mrs.


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