"Would for tuppence," said the man.
Leicester put his hand in his pocket and took out the first coin he felt. It was a two-shilling piece.
"Here's a dozen tuppences," he said; "now let's see if you've got the pluck."
The man snatched at the coin, examined it in the light of the lamp, and spat on it. Then he went to the woman and shook her.
"Cum on, Mord," he said.
"Weer?" said the woman sleepily.
"Daan ter ole Jerry's doss-aas."
"We cawn't; we in't got fo'pence."
"Yus, we 'as; a swell hev chucked me two bob. Cum on."
The woman rose and prepared to follow the man.