"As long as that is all, Waddle, you are not worthy to be called a man."
"Mr. Moggs, you're too hard. As for being a man, I am a man. I've a wife and two kids. I don't think more of my governor than another;—but if he sacked me, where 'd I get thirty-five bob a-week?"
"I beg your pardon, Waddle;—it's true. I should not have said it. Perhaps you do not quite understand me, but your position is one of a single stick, rather than of the faggot. Ah me! She hasn't been at the shop lately?"
"She do come sometimes. She was there the day before yesterday."
"And alone?"
"She come alone, and she went home with the governor."
"And he?"
"Mr. Newton, you mean?"
"Has he been there?"
"Well;—yes; he was there once last week."