"If I take it wi' all its faults, and Miss Yard gives me five shillings vor my time and labour, will ye sell me the box vor one pound two and sixpence?"
"I can't stay here talking. If you won't come I must get somebody else," said George impatiently.
"Other folk would want to be paid the same as me," said the Wallower in Wealth.
"Then I shall go and ask the vicar."
This was a fatal blow, and the bargainer climbed down at once.
"I'll stand witness vor half a crown and first refusal of the musical box," he promised.
Miss Yard was unusually silent after signing her will, and paying a fee to both her witnesses. She lay back in her chair with dreamy old eyes which looked as if they were recalling many scenes. While George carried the precious document upstairs to Nellie.
"Put it away and keep it safe until she dies," he said.
"I want to say the right thing," she murmured. "You ought not to have made her sign, although she often says it is her intention to leave me something."
"You won't forget that I might have acted in a most scandalous fashion," George hinted.