That day he sold out every hapny he was worth, xcept five hundred pounds.
Abowt 12 master had returned, and Mr. Dick Blewitt came stridin up the stairs with a sollum and important hair.
"Is your master at home?" says he.
"Yes, sir," says I; and in he walks. I, in coars, with my ear to the keyhole, listening with all my mite.
"Well," says Blewitt, "we maid a pretty good night of it, Mr. Deuceace. You've settled, I see, with Dawkins."
"Settled!" says master. "Oh yes—yes—I've settled with him."
"Four thousand seven hundred, I think?"
"About that—yes."
"That makes my share—let me see—two thousand three hundred and fifty; which I'll thank you to fork out."