"Yezzur, at seven be the clock, zur."
"But it's past seven, Wobbles?"
"Yezzur, most 'arf an howr, most 'arf."
"That will do, Wobbles—and yet, stay. Did you ask his name?"
"Yezzur. Hi did, zur, and 'e says, sezee, 'Chops,' sezee, 'you need more salt,' sezee, 'go back to the gridiron,' sezee."
"Well, that's curious," said Mr. Maddledock; "was he sober?"
"'E 'med be in cups, zur, but they be quiet uns."
"Yes—well, if he calls during dinner, Wobbles, you may show him into the office and stay with him, Wobbles, until I come."
