The things we do!

Brown won't enrich his family much by the operation," says Mr.
Potts.
"But what do I care?" cries Jack Harris; "we don't attend him, and we
don't lose much by that. Howell attends him, ever since Vidler and he had
that row."
"Hulloh! I say, it's a mistake," cries Mr. Taplow, smoking in his chair.
"This letter is for the party in the Benbow. The gent which the Prince
spoke to him, and called him Jack the other day when he was here. Here's
a nice business, and the seal broke, and all. Is the Benbow party gone to
bed? John, you must carry him in this here note." John, quite innocent of
the note and its contents, for he that moment had entered the clubroom
with Mr. Potts's supper, took the note to the Benbow, from which he
presently returned to his master with a very scared countenance. He said
the gent in the Benbow was a most harbitrary gent. He had almost choked
John after reading the letter, and John wouldn't stand it; and when John
said he supposed that Mr. Harris in the Boscawen--that Mr.


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