BOLT. The deuce! then we have—
MIZ. No! you are not going to say the key is lost? don’t say so!
BOLT. It is though, whether I say so or not; and now I remember, I heard something chink on the ground, when I jumped off the wall.
MIZ. Oh! what a devil of a chink that was!
BOLT. It’s confoundedly awkward!
MIZ. It is? I like that! you were confoundedly awkward, you mean. Why did not you do as I do when I carry money? put it in my breeches pocket, and tie pack-thread round.
BOLT. Ha! ha! ha! Don’t be down-hearted Bobby—here is a third adventure;—it will have an end. But give me time, my boy, and I’ll get through anything.
MIZ. Then if you could get through that keyhole, it would be the best exercise for your ingenuity. (Rain heard.) ’Gad it is coming on to rain like the very deuce!
BOLT. Here is a shelter; we’ll get in here.
MIZ. Yes! and we shall soon have the pleasure of seeing Old Cotton let himself in. Crikey! what a well-spent day!