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“Give it a name.” I had never heard the expression be-
fore, and it was explained to me that it meant whisky
and water. I answered that I never drank at three o’clock
in the day and I applied my eyes to the reading of the
faces of the crowd.
My arrival had interrupted their desultory conversa-
tion, but it was soon picked up and I expected to hear a
literary discussion arise, but I only heard of the prices
that might be expected from the different newspapers for
occasional articles, and at the end of a few minutes Mr.
Tinsley turned to me and said, “Are you sure you won’t
take anything? It will help you to forget your seasick-
ness,” but I shook my head and gave ear to the authors
that sat around their publisher. I heard many names that
had drifted across the Channel through the medium of
the Tauchnitz edition—Black and Reade, Miss Braddon
and Mrs. Henry Wood. “Once I had them all,” Mr. Tinsley
cried in a doleful voice, “sooner or later they will come
back to me.” A gruff man with a huge beard said, “Yes,
Bill, you had them all, and that is perhaps why you
haven’t got them now.” A roar of laughter greeted the
pun, which Mr. Tinsley began to resent, and there was
a moment when I was afraid that I would be expelled
with the crowd from the bar-room by a large chucker-
out whom the waiter had called to his assistance. “That
fellow Byron Webber, a friend of twenty years, has in-
sulted me. What does he mean, except that I cheated an
fore, and it was explained to me that it meant whisky
and water. I answered that I never drank at three o’clock
in the day and I applied my eyes to the reading of the
faces of the crowd.
My arrival had interrupted their desultory conversa-
tion, but it was soon picked up and I expected to hear a
literary discussion arise, but I only heard of the prices
that might be expected from the different newspapers for
occasional articles, and at the end of a few minutes Mr.
Tinsley turned to me and said, “Are you sure you won’t
take anything? It will help you to forget your seasick-
ness,” but I shook my head and gave ear to the authors
that sat around their publisher. I heard many names that
had drifted across the Channel through the medium of
the Tauchnitz edition—Black and Reade, Miss Braddon
and Mrs. Henry Wood. “Once I had them all,” Mr. Tinsley
cried in a doleful voice, “sooner or later they will come
back to me.” A gruff man with a huge beard said, “Yes,
Bill, you had them all, and that is perhaps why you
haven’t got them now.” A roar of laughter greeted the
pun, which Mr. Tinsley began to resent, and there was
a moment when I was afraid that I would be expelled
with the crowd from the bar-room by a large chucker-
out whom the waiter had called to his assistance. “That
fellow Byron Webber, a friend of twenty years, has in-
sulted me. What does he mean, except that I cheated an