“Oh, sir,” cried Lucy to the best-dressed captor, “surely you will not be so cruel as to take a gentleman like Captain Kenealy to prison?”
“Very sorry, marm, but we 'ave no hoption: takes 'em every day; don't we, Bill?”
Bill nodded.
“But, sir, as it is only for money, can you not be induced by—by—money—”
“Bill, lady's going to pay the debtancosts. Show her the ticket. Debt eighty pund, costs seven pund eighteen six.”
“What! will you liberate him if I pay you eighty-eight pounds?”
“Well, marm, to oblige you we will; won't we, Bill?”
He winked. Bill nodded.
“Then pray stay here a minute, and this shall be arranged to your entire satisfaction”; and she glided swiftly away, followed by Jane, wriggling.
“Quite the lady, Bill.”