"Two shillin' an' sixpence!" said the Pedler.
"When I saw you last time, you offered much the same belt for a shilling," I demurred.
"Ah!" nodded the Pedler, "but belts is riz—'arf-a-crown's the price—take it or leave it."
"It's getting late," said I, slipping the money into his hand, "and
I'll wish you good night!"
"You're in a 'urry about it, ain't you?"
"Yes."
"Ah—to be sure!" nodded the fellow, looking from me to Charmian with an evil leer, "early to bed an'—"
"Come—get off!" said I angrily.
"Wot—are ye goin' to turn me away—at this time o' night!"
"It is not so far to Sissinghurst!" said I: