"Just for fear you'd vanish, you see. O, I know you well!"
"Then, my good man, if you know me so well, treat me with proper respect, if you please."
"Divil send you respect. Respect indeed! that's a good thing. Musha bad luck to your impidence, you thievin' owld rogue."
"Who taught you to call such names to your betters, fellow? How dare you use a professional gentleman so rudely?"
"O, do you hear this!!—a profissionil gintleman! Arrah, do you think I don't know you, you little owld cobbler?"
"Cobbler! Zounds, what do you mean, you ruffian? Let me go, sirrah!" And he struggled violently to rise.
"Not a taste, 'scure to the step you'll go out o' this till you give me what I want."
"What do you want, then?"
"Goold—goold!"
"Ho! ho! so you're a robber, sir; you want to rob me, do you?"