The Button-moulder.
That just what I do mean, and nothing else.
We’ve done it already to plenty of folks.
At Kongsberg[[132]] they do just the same with coin
That’s been current so long that its impress is lost.
Peer.
But this is the wretchedest miserliness!
My dear good friend, let me get off free;—
A loopless button, a worn out farthing,—
What is that to a man in your Master’s position?