"I'm good for what you like, gents, from a dorg down to a pegging finch. Do you want a 'arf dozen o' rats to try a terrier? send to me. Is it a good blackish ferret? I'm ready for you. It were only last week I had a badger. I've squirrels as'll crack nuts, fit to give to any lady in the land. Do you want a few score o' blue rocks for 'Ornsey or Battersea? I've got 'em;--'arf a 'undred o' sparrers--a hedge 'og--a toy tarrier--or a poll-parrot as wouldn't say swear to save its life, and I'm your man. That's my card, `D. Wragg, Nat'ralist, Dealer in Br'ish and Furren Birds, and setrer, 12 Brownjohn Street, Decadia.' And what's more, make it a tenner, and I'll undertake to say as I'll wurk the gent as your dorg follered, so as you can come on to my place to-morrer, put down the stiff, and bring your dorg 'ome again." Mr D. Wragg, the "nat'ralist's," countenance had been a study as he delivered himself of this harangue, jerking, twitching, and showing his teeth, as if he were constantly about to make at an obtrusive fly settled upon his nose, but never achieving thereto. But now, stooping, he took his handkerchief from the hat upon the floor, put the newspaper in its place, and then indulged in a good wipe, as his sharp ferrety eyes gazed inquiringly from face to face. "Now, look here, you, sir," said Lionel, roughly; "I offered a fiver for the dog, because that's what he's worth. I believe him to have been stolen; but never mind about that. I'll give five pounds to have him back, and there's an end of it. If you like to earn the money, bring the dog back; if not--cut!" "Now, just a minute, gentlemen. See here now;" and resting his elbow upon his hip, the visitor stretched out one open palm, and patted it softly with the other; but instead of looking at any one, his restless eyes wandered from the sporting prints to the ballet-dancers upon the wall, and from them again to the cigar-boxes, pipes, and other evidences of the owner's tastes. "Now look here, gents; don't you make no mistake. I'm a respectable tradesman, and if it rested with me--there's your dorg. I don't want no rewards for doing what's right. I get my reward in making a good customer. But, don't you see, it's a gent as has got the dorg. It follered him, and he's took a fancy to it. He's a reg'lar customer of mine, and he says to me, he says--`I wouldn't part with that dorg,' he says, `for ten pound, I wouldn't. He polished off ten rats in two minutes this very morning,' he says." "That's the dog and no mistake," cried Lionel, excitedly. "Toe be sure it is, gents," said D. Wragg, with his eyes twinkling; "and that there gent as has got him, sir, is a man as I never knowed to break his word. I says to him, though, I says--`Suppose,' I says, `as the real owner of him was to turn up; you'd let him go then?' I says. `Well,' he says, `if he were a real gent, 'praps I might; but sech a noble beast as that ere didn't ought to be in anybody's hands.'"