"Five bob!" she shrieked; "five bob for this!"
"Too much--far too much," said Lazarus in dismay; "say four, my dear, four."
"Ten; I want ten," said Mrs. Tibsey.
"No, no; four; you say ten, but you mean four."
"Say six."
"Four."
"Then take it," said Mrs. Tibsey, clashing it down in wrath, "and the devil take you."
"All in good time--all in good time," chuckled the old man, and disappeared through the door.
"You see, you oughter 'ave taken the five," sniggered Isaiah, making out the pawnticket. "There's four bob, don't spend it in drink."
"Me drink, you hugly himp," said the lady, sweeping the money into her capacious pocket, where it reposed in company with an empty gin bottle; "me drink, as takes in washin' and goes hout nussin', an' was quite the lady afore I fell into the company of wipers: me dr-- well," and, language failing her, Mrs. Tibsey sailed majestically out of the shop, coming into collision with Ezra and Keith, who were just entering.