“'Wot d'you want?” he ses, coming up to me.
I want a word with you in private,' I ses.
“'This is private enough for me,' he ses. 'Say wot you 'ave to say, and be quick about it.'
“I drawed myself up a bit and looked at him. 'P'r'aps you ain't missed 'im yet,' I ses.
“'Missed 'im?' he ses, with a growl. 'Missed who?'
“'Your-son. Your blue-eyed son,' I ses, looking 'im straight in the eye.
“'Look here!' he ses, spluttering. 'You be off. 'Ow dare you come here with your games? Wot d'ye mean by it?'
“'I mean,' I ses, getting a bit out o' temper, 'that your boy has run away to go to sea, and I've come to take you to 'im.'
“He seemed so upset that I thought 'e was going to 'ave a fit at fust, and it seemed only natural, too. Then I see that the best-looking girl and another was having a fit, although trying 'ard not to.
“'If you don't get out o' my shop,' he ses at last, 'I'll 'ave you locked up.'