“Then he was not terrified or distressed?”
“He terrified or distressed! You ought to have heard how he ordered us all around until he got sleepy, and then he insisted on Meg’s rocking him to sleep. And she did it.”
“Has he had his supper?”
“No, your honor. He didn’t ask for no supper. Why, sir, his hands were full of buns when I snatched him up and run off with him,” said Black Bill.
“But if he wakes up hungry, what have you got to give him?”
“Well, unless the poor woman has a bit of bread and a lump of cheese, I don’t know as there’s anything else.”
“I thought so. I must go out and buy him some milk. Where can I find any hereabouts?”
“Well, sir, there’s a shop at the corner of the next street where they sells it. But, master, how about the pay?”
“Oh, you shall have it,” said Everage, taking out his old portmonnaie and drawing from its interior three ten pound notes, the price of his valuable jeweled gold watch and chain, his own seal ring, a costly microscope that had once been his delight, and other sacred treasures spared from sacrifice till now.
“I promised you ten pounds each, I think. Here they are.” And he handed a note to each of his confederates.