“I have been in the country, sir,” says I, “at service.”
“Well, Colonel Jacque,” says he, “you give long credit; what’s the reason you han’t fetched your money all this while, nor the interest? Why, you will grow so rich in time by the interest of your money, you won’t know what to do with it.”
To that I said nothing, but bowed and scraped a great many times. “Well, come, Colonel Jacque,” said he, “come in and I will give you your money, and the interest of it too.”
I cringed and bowed, and told him I did not come to him for my money; for I had had a good place or two, and I did not want my money.
“Well, Colonel Jacque,” said he, “and who do you live with?”
“Sir Jonathan Loxham,” said I, “sir, in Somersetshire, and please your worship.” This was a name I had heard of, but knew nothing of any such gentleman, or of the country.
“Well,” says he, “but won’t you have your money, Jacque?”
“No, sir,” said I, “if your worship would please, for I have had a good place.”
“If I would please to do what, prithee? Your money is ready, I tell thee.”
“No, sir,” said I; “but I have had a good place.”