“Kevite. Captn is in luck. Hare ve to be at the vedding, capn?”
“Dem your impudence! I'll cross-buttock yah!”
“Hold your tongue, Bill—queering a gent. Draw it mild, captain. Debtancosts ain't paid yet. Here they come, though.”
Lucy returned swiftly, holding aloft a slip of paper.
“There, sir, that is a check for 90 pounds; it is the same thing as money, you are doubtless aware.” The man took it and inspected it keenly.
“Very sorry, marm, but can't take it. It's a lady's check.”
“What! is it not written properly?”
“Beautiful, marm. But when we takes these beautiful-wrote checks to the bank, the cry is always, 'No assets.'”
“But Uncle Bazalgette said everybody would give me money for it.”
“What! is Mr. Bazalgette your uncle, marm? then you go to him, and get his check in place of yours, and the captain will be free as the birds in the hair.”