"Is he happy?"
"Nut exactly, he's undergooin his punishment, poor chap."
"What is it?"
"He's shut up i'th dark for as monny year as he's charged fowk for feet o' gas 'at they've niver burned; an' bi what awve heeard some o'th older end o'th sperits say, it seems varry likely 'at eternity will ha getten farish in, befoor he sees leet agean."
"Is he tormented wi' owt?"
"Nowt but his conscience."
"Ha's that?"
"He hadn't one when he coom, soa he's had to tak one at's been left bi somdy else, an' it pricks him sadly."
"Then it seems his brass willn't save him?"
"Noa, for yo know, 'Wi whatsoever metre yo measure, to yo it'll be measured agean."