"What will you give?" said one with a voice like a cracked trumpet with a bad cold.
"Why, name your price, and I shall not say no to it."
"What shall we take the gemman for, Bill?" said this man to another, who was smoking a short pipe.
"A rum 'un," was the reply of Bill.
"Don't be a hass. I didn't go for to ask you what sort of indiwiddle he was, but what we'd take him to Gravesend for."
"Oh, that's the caper, is it?"
"Yes it is, idiot."
"Well—fifteen bob and a tanner."
"Will that do, sir?" said the other to Todd, who thought that it would look bad to acquiesce too readily in the amount, so he said—
"I will give the fifteen shillings."