“O, yes sir, that’s quite correct—” forgetting that he had not seen it—“but I expect to be paid for my two walks up here to-night, sir, beside.”
“And what do you expect? I’ll give you half-a-crown.”
“O, no, that won’t do,” he interrupted me peremptorily—“I always has a five-shilling tip.”
“Always!!”
“Yes, sir—quite regular—ahem!” he suddenly stopped, as though he had caught a glimmering of having committed himself.
“Let the dog die then, sir,” I said sternly, opening the door for him.
“Very well, poor thing!—if it’s your’n, which I’m sartin it is.”
“Well, I suppose I must pay it you!—That will be £1, 5s.?”
“Quite correct sir—and if you’ll let your man come with me, I’ll give him the dog, after he’s given me the money.”
“But the dog must be present before he gives you the money.”