"Aw, now," said Matier, who knew his master, "I'm worth more'n that, sir!"
"How much are you worth? Tell me that, William Henry Matier!"
William Henry rooted up the daisy, and then said that he wouldn't like to put too high a price on himself....
"You'd be a fool if you did," Mr. Quinn interrupted.
" ... but I'd mebbe be worth about double what you named yourself, sir!"
"Eighteenpence!" Mr. Quinn exclaimed.
"Aye, that or a bit more. Were you wantin' anything else, sir!" He winked heavily at Henry as he turned away.
"You're not worth the food you eat," Mr. Quinn said.
"Aw, now, sir, you never know what anybody's worth 'til you have need of them," Matier replied. "A man mightn't be worth a damn to you one day, an' he'd mebbe be worth millions to you the next!"
"There's little fear of you bein' worth millions to any one. Run on now an' do your work if you've any work to do!" Mr. Quinn turned to Henry as the gardener went off. "I suppose you'll be wantin' to live in London for the rest of your life?"