“Ay,—hop the twig,—or pop off the hooks:—pick and choose, I've a variety.”
“And pray, sir, what may his kicking the bucket be to you?”
“Thirty pounds, at least, if his widow's a trump, and things turn out kindly.”
“I'm quite in a fog!—Pray, sir, who and what are you?”
“Didn't I say I was a professional man—an undertaker?”
“Oh! you're an undertaker, are you?”
“At your service.”
“Thank you. And so you think of seeing M. home, do you?”
“Yes; box him up, as we say;—Ha, ha!”
“And I'm to have five pounds—”