Flasher, Esquire, entered it in a little book, with a gold pencil-case, and the other gentleman entered it also, in another little book with another gold pencil-case.
"I see there's a notice up this morning about Boffer," observed Mr. Simmery. "Poor devil, he's expelled the house!"
"I'll bet you ten guineas to five, he cuts his throat," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire.
"Done," replied Mr. Simmery.
"Stop! I bar," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, thoughtfully. "Perhaps he may hang himself."
"Very good," rejoined Mr. Simmery, pulling out the gold pencil-case again. "I've no objection to take you that way. Say, makes away with himself."
"Kills himself, in fact," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire.
"Just so," replied Mr. Simmery, putting it down. "'Flasher—ten guineas to five, Boffer kills himself.' Within what time shall we say?"
"A fortnight?" suggested Wilkins Flasher, Esquire.
"Con-found it, no;" rejoined Mr. Simmery, stopping for an instant to smash a fly with the ruler. "Say a week."
"Split the difference," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. "Make it ten days."
"Well; ten days," rejoined Mr. Simmery.
So, it was entered down in the little books that Boffer was to kill himself within ten days, or Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, was to hand over to Frank Simmery, Esquire, the sum of ten guineas; and that if Boffer did kill himself within that time, Frank Simmery, Esquire, would pay to Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, five guineas, instead.
"I'm very sorry he has failed," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. "Capital dinners he gave."
"Fine port he had too," remarked Mr. Simmery. "We are going to send our butler to the sale to-morrow, to pick up some of that sixty-four."
"The devil you are," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. "My man's going too. Five guineas my man outbids your man."
