Tho. Nay; it's noan o' her.
James. Then there's Mattie Pearson?
Tho. Yigh, that's hoo! That's hoo! Wheer? Wheer?
James. Well, it's too far for a man of your age to walk. But I'll call a cab, and we'll go comfortable.
Tho. But aw connot affoord to peigh for a cab—as yo co it.
James. You don't suppose I'm a goin' to put an honest man like you to expense!
Tho. It's but raysonable I should peigh. But thae knows best.
James. Hey! Cab there! Exeunt.
Re-enter BILL, following them.
Bill. I'll have an eye of him, though. The swell as give me the yellow-boy—he's his master! Poor old codger! He'll believe any cove but the one as tells him the truth!