"Who will know it?" interrupted Banks. "You have whole and sole charge of the ground; and it can't be often that the proprietors come to trouble you."
"Well, sir, there is summut in that—"
"And then, instead of five shillings for yourself, I should not hesitate to make it ten—"
"That's business, Mr. Banks. How deep must the grave be?"
"How deep is it already?"
"A matter of nine feet, sir," said Jones.
"Then not another hinch must you move," cried the undertaker, emphatically; "and here's the ten bob as an earnest."
Mr. Banks accordingly counted ten shillings into the hands of the grave-digger.
"When's the funeral a-coming, sir?" asked Jones, after a pause.
"At two precisely," replied Mr. Banks.