A Romance of Kangaroo Point
"Is he much given to talking shop?" I asked, nervously approaching the dreadful subject.
"To tell the truth he is a little given to it, but not so much as most men who have made their mark."
"This sort of thing," I said, with a sickly smile, indicating a flaming placard in a window, setting forth the merits of "Amberly's Suffolk Sauce."
My companion looked me in the face with a puzzled expression of countenance. Suddenly a light seemed to dawn upon his mind, and he burst into a fit of ungovernable laughter.
"Don't!" I said; "pray remember that we are in the main street," and I glanced apprehonsively around.
"'Pon my soul it's too rich," he said amid renewed