“Now, look here,” said Bumpkin, taking out his purse; “thee beest a good chap, and writ out thic brief, didn’t thee? I got zummat for thee;” and hereupon he handed Horatio half-a-crown.
The youth took the money, spun it into the air, caught it in the palm of his hand, spat on it for good luck, and put it in his pocket
“I’ll have a spree with that,” said he, “if I never do again.”
“Be careful, lad,” said Bumpkin, “don’t fool un away.”
“Not I,” said Horatio; “I’m on for the Argille tonight, please the pigs.”
“Be thic a place o’ wusship” said Bumpkin, laughing.
“Not exactly,” answered Horatio; “it’s a place where you can just do the gentleman on the cheap, shoulder it with noblemen’s sons, and some of the highest. Would you like to go now, just for a lark? I’m sure you’d like it.”
“Not I,” said the client; “this ’ere Lunnun life doan’t do for I.’.’
“Yes; but this is a nice quiet sort of place.”
“Gals, I spoase.”