“Devilish good, ain’t it, Lammle?” said Fledgeby, unspeakably amused by his hidden joke.

“Always the same, always the same!” said Lammle. “ Mr. ⁠—”

“Riah, Pubsey and Co. Saint Mary Axe,” Fledgeby put in, as he wiped away the tears that trickled from his eyes, so rare was his enjoyment of his secret joke.

“ Mr. Riah is bound to observe the invariable forms for such cases made and provided,” said Lammle.