Larry winked—this time a grave wink—looked down at the floor, and up to the cornice, and—
'Well,' said he, 'to be candid with you, jest at this minute—half-an-hour ago, you see, it was different—the only gentleman I'd take on myself to recommend to you as perfectly sober is Mr. Macan, of Petticoat-lane.'
'Is he in business?' asked Toole.
'Does he keep a shop?' said Devereux.
'A shop! two shops;—a great man in the chandlery line,' responded Larry.
'H'm! not precisely the thing we want, though,' says Toole.
'There are some of them, surely, that don't keep shops,' said Devereux, a little impatiently.
'Millions!' said Larry.
'Come, say their names.'
'Only one of them came this evening, Mr. Doolan, of Stonnybatther—he's a retired merchant.'