Beaumarchef was staggered.
“Arrangement!” he echoed.
“Of course you can lump it if yer don’t like it,” said the boy. “Do you think as how I’m going to work like a horse, and not get a wink of sleep, just for a ‘thank ye, Chupin?’ No fear. I’m worth a sight more nor that.”
Beaumarchef flew into a rage.
“Then you are not worth a pinch of salt,” said he.
“All right, my cove.”
“And you are an ungrateful young villain to talk like this after all the kindness your master has shown you.”
Chupin gave a sarcastic laugh.
“Goodness!” cried he. “To hear you go on, one would think that the boss had ruined himself for my sake.”
“He took you out of the streets, and has given you a room ever since.”