“Nothing much to boast of—got pinched four years ago.”
“Ah! so I heard, but you are all right now. Where do you hang out?”
“I’m married, and have settled here in my native town.”
“Ah, I see, a reformed character,” said the gipsy, making a face. “Given up the old business, I s’pose?”
“Partly.”
“Oh! Only partly?”
“Well, I should be telling a story if I said otherwise.”
“I wish you could put me up to a job; I am down below water mark.”
“Ah, for the matter of that, I dare say we shall be able to work something together. I say again, I am glad we have met. Come along with me as far as I am going. I’ve got to deliver these frames; when this has been done, we can talk over matters.”
“Right you are, Charlie; my time’s my own.”