"'So you won't let me have him, gen'lmen,' said Mr. Gamfield, pausing near the door.
"'No,' replied Mr. Limbkins; 'at least, as it's a nasty business, we think you ought to take something less than the premium we offered.'
"Mr. Gamfield's countenance brightened, as with a quick step he returned to the table, and said,
"'What'll you give, gen'lmen? Come, don't be too hard on a poor man. What'll you give?'
"'I should say three pound ten was plenty,' said Mr. Limbkins.
"'Ten shillings too much,' said the gentleman in the white waistcoat.
"'Come,' said Gamfield, 'say four pound, gen'lmen. Say four pound, and you've got rid of him for good and all. There!'
"'Three pound ten,' repeated Mr. Limbkins, firmly.
"'Come, I'll split the difference, gen'lmen,' urged Gamfield. 'Three pound fifteen.'