"The matter with me? Oh, nothing. Of course, I am as happy as I can be. Ain't I Sweeney Todd's apprentice, and ain't that enough to make anybody sing all day long?"
"It may be for all I know, but certainly you don't seem to be in a singing humour; but, however, we artists cannot waste our time, so just be so good as to take care of the clothes, and be sure you give them to your master; and so I wash my hands of the transaction."
"Very good, he shall have them; but do you mean to leave such valuable clothes without getting the money for them?"
"Not exactly, for they are paid for."
"Oh! that makes all the difference—he shall have them."
Scarcely had this tailor left the place, when a boy arrived with a parcel, and, looking around him with undisguised astonishment, said—
"Isn't there some other Mr. Todd, in Fleet-street?"
"Not that I know of," said Tobias. "What have you got there?"
"Silk stockings, gloves, lace, cravats, ruffles, and so on."
"The deuce you have; I dare say it's all right."