'Eighty-one, eighty-one, it says. There's pen and ink, but you'll please to give me five shillings before you write. Thank you kindly. Lord save us, but that is not the one. You're taking out the one above it.'
'I'll have 'em all--for identification,' Mr. Fishwick replied, wiping his forehead nervously.
'Sho! You have no need.'
'I think I will.'
'What, all?'
'Well, the one before and the one after.'
'Dods! man, but that will be fifteen shillings!' the clerk cried, aghast at such extravagance.
'You'll only charge for the entry I want?' the lawyer said with an effort.
'Well--we'll say five shillings for the other two.'
Mr. Fishwick closed with the offer, and with a hand which was still unsteady paid the money and extracted the entries. Then he took his hat, and hurriedly, his eyes averted, turned to go.