"'You're a brick, old 'un, that's what you are.'
"She walked close to him, rubbing against him after the fashion of a friendly cat, and conducted him toward the purlieus of Drury Lane.
"'You're going to stand treat, ain't yer?'
"'Yes, Sophy, to as many fried potatoes and as much fried fish as you can comfortably tuck away.'
"'No gammon, yer know?'
"'I mean what I say, Sophy.'
"'Then there's stooed eels?'
"'All right; you shall have some.'
"'Don't say afterwards as I took you in. My inside's made of injer rubber. The more I puts in it the more it stretches.'
"'I don't mind, Sophy.'