Mrs. Mossop.
[Giving him a thump.] Now, I really will tell Mossop of you, when he comes home! I've often threatened it—-
Tom.
[To Ablett.] Whom do I see! No—it can't be—but yes—I believe I have the privilege of addressing Mr. Ablett, the eminent greengrocer, of Rosoman Street?
Ablett.
[Sulkily.] Well, Mr. Wrench, and wot of it?
Tom.
You possess a cart, good Ablett, which may be hired by persons of character and responsibility. "By the hour or job"—so runs the legend. I will charter it, one of these Sundays, for a drive to Epping.
Ablett.
I dunno so much about that, Mr. Wrench.