Henery Walker stayed outside five minutes, and then 'e come back in ag'in to ask for advice. His idea seemed to be that, as the old gentleman was deaf, Bob Pretty was passing 'isself off as Henery Walker, and the disgrace was a'most more than 'e could bear. He began to get excited ag'in, and Smith 'ad just said “Hush!” once more when we 'eard somebody whistling outside, and in come Bob Pretty.
He 'ad hardly got 'is face in at the door afore Henery Walker started on 'im, and Bob Pretty stood there, struck all of a heap, and staring at 'im as though he couldn't believe his ears.
“'Ave you gone mad, Henery?” he ses, at last.
“Give me back my great-uncle,” ses Henery Walker, at the top of 'is voice.
Bob Pretty shook his 'ead at him. “I haven't got your great-uncle, Henery,” he ses, very gentle. “I know the name is the same, but wot of it? There's more than one Josiah Walker in the world. This one is no relation to you at all; he's a very respectable old gentleman.”
“I'll go and ask 'im,” ses Henery Walker, getting up, “and I'll tell 'im wot sort o' man you are, Bob Pretty.”
“He's gone to bed now, Henery,” ses Bob Pretty.
“I'll come in the fust thing to-morrow morning, then,” ses Henery Walker.
“Not in my 'ouse, Henery,” ses Bob Pretty; “not arter the things you've been sayin' about me. I'm a pore man, but I've got my pride. Besides, I tell you he ain't your uncle. He's a pore old man I'm giving a 'ome to, and I won't 'ave 'im worried.”
“'Ow much does 'e pay you a week, Bob?” ses Bill Chambers.