"I'm not able t' tell offhand," says Peter. "'Twas deep enough. But never you care. You'll be able t' square it in course o' time. You're young an' hearty. An' I'll not be harsh. Damme, I'm no skinflint!"
"That's kind, sir."
"You—you—will square it?"
"I don't know, sir."
"What?" cries Peter. "What! You're not knowin', eh? That's saucy talk. You had them there supplies?"
"I 'low, sir."
"An' you guzzled your share, I'll be bound!"
"Yes, sir."
"An' your mother had her share?"
"Yes, sir."