"No, I ain't going to be a burden on you," ses Mr. Goodman, "but another week I must 'ave, so I must get the money somehow. Peter can't spend much, the way he goes on."
Sam gave a little cough.
"I'll get a pound or two out of 'im," ses Mr. Goodman.
Sam coughed agin. "Won't he think it rather funny?" he ses, arter a bit.
"Not if it's managed properly," ses Mr. Good-man, thinking 'ard. "I'll tell you 'ow we'll do it. To-morrow morning, while we are eating of our breakfast, you ask me to lend you a pound or two."
Sam, what 'ad just taken up 'is glass for a drink, put it down agin and stared at 'im.
"But I don't want no money," he ses; "and, besides, you 'aven't got any."
"You do as I tell you," ses Mr. Goodman, "and when you've got it, you hand it over to me, see? Ask me to lend you five pounds."
Sam thought as 'ow the whiskey 'ad got to Mr. Goodman's 'ead at last. 'Owever, to pacify 'im he promised to do wot 'e was told, and next morning, when they was all at breakfast, he looks over and catches Mr. Goodman's eye.
"I wonder if I might be so bold as to ask a favor of you?" he ses.