taken my seat, and then rubbed his leg — in a very odd way, as it struck me.
“You was saying,” said the strange man, turning to Joe, “that you was a blacksmith.”
“Yes. I said it, you know,” said Joe.
“What'll you drink, Mr. — ? You didn't mention your name, by the bye.”
Joe mentioned it now, and the strange man called him by it.
“What'll you drink, Mr. Gargery? At my expense? To top up with?”
“Well,” said Joe, “to tell you the truth, I ain't much in the habit of drinking at anybody's expense but my own.”