“Look at that, Nancy,” exclaimed Mr. Bumpkin; “Will ’ee tak a little more pork, sir?”
“Thank you,” said Mr. Prigg, “it’s uncommonly good; some of your own feeding, I suppose?”
“Ay,” said Mr. Bumpkin.
“Were that a pig case, Mr. Prigg, where the man got the thousand pounds?” asked Mrs. Bumpkin.
“Let me see,” answered Prigg, “was it a pig case?” Here he put his finger to the side of his nose. “I really, at this moment, quite forget whether it was or was not a pig case. I’ll trouble you, Mrs. Bumpkin, for a little more greens, if you please.”
“Now, I wur saying,” said Bumpkin, “jist as thee comed in, where be I to lodge when I gooes to Lunnon agin?”
“Ah, now, quite so—yes; and you must go in a day or two. I expect we shall be on shortly. Now, let me see, you don’t like ‘The Goose’? A nice respectable hostelry, too!”
“I wunt ’ave un goo there, Mr. Prigg,” said Mrs. Bumpkin.
“Quite so—quite so. Now what I was thinking was, suppose you took lodgings at some nice suburban place, say—”