"You can't get work, I suppose," the voice returned.
"Too much of it, if it plaze yer honor. I niver have a minute to spare."
"For what?"
"Why, yer honor, to—to——"
"Remember the punishment of prevarication. To what?"
"To take a drink."
"Then you have no home?"
"Oh, yes, but I have, sir."
"But 'tis pleasanter to lounge in a tap-room?"
"A trifle, may-be, your honor."