They took that old Egyptian Johnny--him and his family, of course--a matter of a thousand years to grow, and there's no one else on to them.

Why, they're unique, and they do the trick, too--that I can speak for.

Paid the bill, Burton ?" Burton nodded.

The two men shook hands with Mr.Bunsome and prepared to leave.

They walked out into the Strand.
"Got anything to do this afternoon particular ?" Mr.Waddington asked, after a moment's hesitation.
"Not a thing," Burton replied, puffing at his cigar and unconsciously altering slightly the angle of his hat.
"Wouldn't care about a game of billiards at the Golden Lion, I suppose ?" Mr.Waddington suggested.
"Rather!" Burton assented.