Lugg.
That is our two. Don’t notice them—they’re hystericals. They’re mild now to what they have been. I say, old fellow—is your guv’nor all right in his head?
Wyke.
I suppose so—why?
Lugg.
I’ve a partickler reason for asking. Does he ever tell you to buy him anything and keep the change?
Wyke.
What d’yer mean?
Lugg.
Well, does he ever come down handsome for your extry exertion—do you ever get any tips?