"Please, sir, I want some more."
The admin was a fat, healthy man; but he turned very pale. He gazed in stupefied astonishment on the small rebel for some seconds; and then clung for support to the copper. The assistants were paralysed with wonder; the players with fear.
"What!" said the admin at length, in a faint voice.
"Please, sir," replied Cleaven, "I want some more."
The admin aimed a blow at Cleaven's head with the ladle; pinioned him in his arms; and shrieked aloud for the beadle.
The board were sitting in solemn conclave, when Mr. Nomad rushed into the room in great excitement, and addressing the gentleman in the high chair, said,
"Mr. Castrin, I beg your pardon, sir! Cleaven has asked for more!"
There was a general start. Horror was depicted on every countenance.