“The devil she is. Why, did the old dancing-master run off with both of them? How long is it since this elopement took place?”
“Only three days, sir.”
“And you wish me to assist you?”
“If you can, sir; and I ought to tell you that the vagabone's son is gone off wid them too.”
“O, O,” said the conjurer, “that makes the matter worse.”
“No, it doesn't, sir, for what makes the matter worse is, that they took away a hundred and thirty pounds of my money along wid 'em.”
“Then you wish to know what I can do for you in this business?”
“I do, sir, i' you plaise.”
“Were you ever jealous of your wife before?”
“No, not exactly jealous, sir, but a little suspicious or so; I didn't think it safe to let her out much; I thought it no harm to keep my eye on her.”