"What an ass you are, Billy. Don't you know that I know all about it?"
"What an ass you are, Mr. 'Oward. Don't I know that you don't know;—or you wouldn't come to me. You guess. You're always a-guessing. And because you know how to guess, they pays you for guessing. But guessing ain't knowing. You don't know;—nor yet don't I. What is it to be, if I find out where that young woman is?"
"A tenner, Billy."
"Five quid now, and five when you've seen her."
"All right, Billy."
"She's a-going to be married to Smiler next Sunday as ever is down at Ramsgate;—and at Ramsgate she is now. You'll find her, Mr. 'Oward, if you'll keep your eyes open, somewhere about the 'Fiddle with One String.'"
This information was so far recognised by Mr. Howard as correct, that he paid Mr. Cann five sovereigns down for it at once.