"We weren't born yesterday, Smith ?" "Not if we know it, Jones." "Smith!" said Geoffrey, with a sudden assumption of politeness ominous of something unpleasant to come.
Smith said "Yes ?"--with a smile.
"Jones!" Jones said "Yes ?"--with a reflection of Smith.
"You're a couple of infernal cads--and you haven't got a hundred pound between you!" "Come! come!" said Arnold, interfering for the first time.

"This is shameful, Geoffrey!" "Why the"-- (never mind what!)--"won't they any of them take the bet ?" "If you must be a fool," returned Arnold, a little irritably on his side, "and if nothing else will keep you quiet, _I'll_ take the bet." "An even hundred on the doctor!" cried Geoffrey.

"Done with you!" His highest aspirations were satisfied; his temper was in perfect order again.

He entered the bet in his book; and made his excuses to Smith and Jones in the heartiest way.

"No offense, old chaps! Shake hands!" The two choral gentlemen were enchanted with him.