Of course, Cis, of course, I want you to make a companion of me.
Cis.
Then how the deuce can I do that if you won’t come with me to Meek Street?
Mr. Posket.
Yes, but deceiving your mother!
Cis.
Deceiving the mater would be to tell her a crammer—a thing, I hope, we’re both of us much above.
Mr. Posket.
Good boy, good boy.
Cis.