“What do you want?” demanded Tod.
“I wish to see Captain Copperas.”
“Then you can’t see him,” answered Tod, woefully cross after being startled out of his sleep. “Captain Copperas does not live here.”
“Not live here!” repeated the man. “That’s gammon. I know he does live here.”
“I tell you he does not,” haughtily repeated Tod. “Do you doubt my word?”
“Who does live here, then?” asked the man, in a different tone, evidently impressed.
“Mr. Todhetley.”
“I can take my oath that Captain Copperas lived here ten days ago.”
“What of that? He is gone, and Mr. Todhetley’s come.”