"No, thank ee, Pax. I'm already loaded and primed for the forenoon, but I'll sit by you while you eat, and chat." "You're welcome" returned Pax, "only don't be cheeky, Philip, as I can't meet you on an equal footing w'en I'm at grub." "I'll be careful, Pax: but don't call me Philip call me Phil." "I will, Phil: come along, Phil: Come fill up my cup, come fill up my canthat sort thing you understand, Phil, me darlint?" There was such a superhuman amount of knowing presumption in the look and air of Pax, as he poked Phil in the ribs and winked, that the latter burst into laughter, in which however he was not joined by his companion, who with the goblet in one hand and the other thrust into his pocket, stood regarding his new friend with a pitiful expression till he recovered, and then led him off to a confabulation which deepened their mutual esteem.