“A hundred?”
“Yes. You see that’s all you offer me. Now there’s Bill’s attic to pay for, and Bill’s young woman.”
Gray replied by a groan.
“There you go, now, groaning away. It’s well for you that you’ve fell among people with fine feelings, and all that sort o’ thing. Some folks now, as know’d as much as, I’m pretty sure, I know, would put a knife in your guts.”
“What—what—do—you know?” stammered Gray, shivering at the very idea of such a process.
“What do I know? Why, I know you are trying to deceive a gentleman. You’ve got more money then you’ll own to, you know you have.”
“You wrong me. Indeed you do.”
“Well, well, I’ll take Bill’s opinion. He’s better nor all the lawyers in London, is Bill. If he says as it’s all right and we are to take the hundred only, I consents. Now, my covey, I’ll trouble you to come with me to Bill’s attic.”
“But can we go without danger? The people down stairs, you say, are on the watch.”
“Let ’em watch—we ain’t a-going down stairs. The window’s the thing for us.”