“You have lived on broken hearts all your life，” said Caspian， “and if you are beggared， it is better to be a beggar than a slave. But where is my other friend？”
“Oh him？” said Pug. “Oh take him and welcome. Glad to have him off my hands. I’ve never seen such a drug in the market in all my born days. Priced him at five crescents in the end and even so nobody‘d have him. Threw him in free with other lots and still no one would have him. Wouldn’t touch him. Wouldn‘t look at him. Tacks， bring out Sulky.”
Thus Eustace was produced， and sulky he certainly looked； for though no one would want to be sold as a slave， it is perhaps even more galling to be a sort of utility slave whom no one will buy. He walked up to Caspian and said， “I see. As usual. Been enjoying yourself somewhere while the rest of us were prisoners. I suppose you haven’t even found out about the British Consul. Of course not.”
