'Not a farthing,' answered he.
'Neither have I,' said I; 'so, postilion, you must call another time.'
'Here is a pretty to do!' cried the postilion. 'Damme, this is a shy sort of a business. Not even the price of a feed of oats! Snuff my eyes, I must have the money. I must, blow me.'
''Tis I that will blow you,' cried Jerry, 'if you don't unloose your horses this moment, and pack off.'
The postilion took them from the carriage, in silence; then having mounted one of them, and ridden a few paces from us, he stopped.
'Now you set of vagabonds and swindlers,' cried he, 'without a roof over your heads, or a penny in your pockets, to go diddle an honest man out of his day's labour; wait till master takes you in hand: and if I don't tell the coachmaker what a blockhead he was to give you his barouche on tick, may I be particularly horsewhipt! Ladyship! a rummish sort of a tit for a Ladyship! And that is my Lord, I suppose. And this is the Marquis. Three pickpockets from Fleet-street, I would bet a whip to a wisp. Ladyship! Oh, her Ladyship!' and away he cantered, ladyshipping it, till he was out of hearing.
'That young person deserves a moral lecture,' said Higginson.
'He deserves a confounded drubbing,' cried Jerry. 'But now, 'pon your conscience, does your ladyship intend to live in this old castle?'
'Upon my honour I do,' replied I.
'And is there no decent house on the estate, that one of your tenants could lend you?' said he.