"Not so bad," said she; "two pound ten to-night, besides one pound eight to receive;" and she handed Mr. Grampus the bill.
"How many are there on 'em?" said that gentleman smiling, as his eye gladly glanced over the items of the account.
"Why, that's the best of all: how many do you think?"
"If four did it," said Mr. Grampus, "they wouldn't have done badly neither."
"What do you think of one?" cried Mrs. G. laughing, "and he an't done yet. Haddy is gone to fetch him another glass of brandy and water."
Mr. Grampus looked very much alarmed. "Only one, and you say he an't paid?"
"No," said the lady.
Mr. Grampus seized the bill, and rushed wildly into the dining-room: the little boy was picking up the oyster-shells still, there were so many of them; the Professor was seated on the table, laughing as if drunk, and picking his teeth with his fork.
Grampus, shaking in every joint, held out the bill: a horrid thought crossed him; he had seen that face before!
The Professor kicked sneeringly into the air the idle piece of paper, and swung his legs recklessly to and fro.