But the gentleman with the lumpy forehead having for the time delivered himself of all that he found behind his lumps, spake for the time no more.

“I Was Inquiring,” said Mr. Podsnap, resuming the thread of his discourse, “Whether You Have Observed in our Streets as We should say, Upon our Pavvy as You would say, any Tokens⁠—”

The foreign gentleman, with patient courtesy entreated pardon; “But what was tokenz?”

“Marks,” said Mr. Podsnap; “Signs, you know, Appearances⁠—Traces.”

“Ah! Of a Orse?” inquired the foreign gentleman.