Would Mr.Verty "inter ?" Verty entered accordingly, followed by the stately Longears, who rubbed his nose against O'Brallaghan's stockings as he passed, afterwards shaking his head, as if they were not to his taste.
Verty found himself opposite to Mr.Jinks, who was driving his needle as savagely as ever, and, with a tremendous frown, chaunting the then popular ditty of the "Done-over Tailor." Whether this was in gloomy satire upon his own occupation we cannot say, but certainly the lover of the divine Miss Sallianna presented an appearance very different from his former one, at the Bower of Nature.

His expression was as dignified and lofty as before; but as to costume, the least said about Mr.Jinks the better.

We may say, however, that it consisted mainly of a pair of slippers and a nightcap, from the summit of which latter article of clothing drooped a lengthy tassel.
On Verty's entrance, Mr.Jinks started up with a terrific frown; or rather, to more accurately describe the movement which he made, uncoiled his legs, and raised his stooping shoulders.
"How, sir!" he cried, "is my privacy again invaded!" "I came to get my clothes," said Verty, preoccupied with his own thoughts, and very indifferent to the hero's ire.
"That's no excuse, sir!" "Excuse ?" said Verty.
"Yes, sir--I said excuse; this is my private apartment, and I have told O'Brallaghan that it should not be invaded, sir!" These indignant words brought Mr.O'Brallaghan to the door, whereupon Mr.Jinks repeated his former observation, and declared that it was an outrage upon his dignity and his rights.
O'Brallaghan displayed some choler at the tone which Mr.Jinks used, and his Irish blood began to rise.

He stated that Mr.Verty had come for his clothes, and should have them.

Mr.Jinks replied, that he had'nt said anything about Mr.Verty; but was contending for a principle.