“But he hasn’t got a man.”
“Eh? Not got a man? Good job too. He don’t want one?”
“No. He isn’t going to have a clerk any more.”
“Eh?”
“I say you’ll be the last clerk o’ Lawford. There’ll nivver be another.”
“Nivver be another? What dost ta mean?”
“Mr Mallow is going to do the service wi’out a clerk,” roared the Churchwarden.
“Do sarvice wi’out a clerk!” piped the old man, indignantly; “who’s to say t’ ‘Amens’?”
“Congregation and singers.”
“An’ what ’bout t’ ’sponses?” quavered the old clerk.