THE POMPONIUS EGO DAY 



continued Mr. Jorrocks, rising in his stirrups, 

 and chucking him a bit of biscuit for answering 

 to his name. 'Dorimont, old bouy ! mind the 

 heyes of Hengland are 'pon you! In fact,' con- 

 tinued Mr. Jorrocks, sousing himself into his 

 great saddle, and dropping his voice as he took 

 Ego confidentially by the elbow, ' in fact, you 

 can't say too much in praise o' the pack Quads 

 neither. I'm not a wain man,' continued Mr. 

 Jorrocks, 'far from it but merit should be 

 noticed, and it's not never of no manner of use 

 keeping one's candle under a bushel. Is it?' 

 asked he anxiously. 



'Not a bit!' replied Ego, with another slight 

 upward curl of his lip. 



Our friends then bumped on for some time 

 in silence, Jorrocks wondering what Ego thought 

 of him, and Ego wondering if Jorrocks was really 

 the liberal, indifferent man about money he repre- 

 sented himself to be. Jorrocks was half inclined 

 to ask Ego how he proposed buttering him, lest 

 there might be any mistake, but just as he was 



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