"Perquisite likewise," said Tom.
Miss Anne Evans closed her eyes, and seemed disposed to take a short nap in her chair. But on a sudden she opened them to say—
"I think you're the gentleman himself."
"The old gentleman?" said Tom.
"I'm jest what I tell you, not objectin' to the compliment all the same," said Tom.
"And a ring on your finger?"
"A ring on my finger—yes. I wear it two days in the week. My grand-uncle's ring, who was a gentleman, being skipper of a coal brig."
"What's the lady's name?"
"Can't tell, Miss Evans; dussn't."