"It's more than it's wurf," replied the candid youth.
"Perhaps," said Horace, "but I'm rather pressed for time. If you'll change this sovereign, I'll take the bottle away with me."
"You seem uncommon anxious to get 'old on it, mister!" said the boy, with sudden suspicion.
"Nonsense!" said Horace. "I live close by, and I thought I might as well take it, that's all."
"Oh, if that's all, you can wait till the guv'nor's in."
"I—I mayn't be passing this way again for some time," said Horace.
"Bound to be, if you live close by," and the provoking youth returned to his "Sniggers."
"Do you call this attending to your master's business?" said Horace. "Listen to me, you young rascal. I'll give you five shillings for it. You're not going to be fool enough to refuse an offer like that?"
"I ain't goin' to be fool enough to refuse it—nor yet I ain't goin' to be fool enough to take it, 'cause I'm only 'ere to see as nobody don't come in and sneak fings. I ain't got no authority to sell anyfink, and I don't know the proice o' nuffink, so there you 'ave it."
"Take the five shillings," said Horace, "and if it's too little I'll come round and settle with your master later."