Still Mr.Jinks does not despair of doing something; and this something is what he seeks and ruminates upon, as the mixed rum and water glides down his throat.
Ralph yawns, laughs, and kicks his heels.
Then he rises; goes to the mantel-piece and gets a pipe; and begins to smoke--lazier than ever.
Mr.Jinks sets down his cup, and murmurs.
"Hey!" cries Ralph, sending out a cloud of smoke, "what are you groaning about, my dear fellow ?" "I want money," says Mr.Jinks.
"For what ?" "To buy a horse." "A horse ?" Mr.Jinks nods.
"What do you want with a horse ?" "Revenge," replies Mr.Jinks.
Ralph begins to laugh.
"Oh, yes," he says, "we spoke of that; against Sallianna.

I'll assist you, my boy.

The fact is, I have caught the infection of a friend's sentiments on Sallianna the divine.

I have a cousin who abominates her.

I'll assist you!" "No; that affair is arranged," says Mr.Jinks, with gloomy pleasure; "that will give me no trouble.