"I should like that well enough, dear," replied Charlotte; "but tills ain't to be emptied every day, and people to get clear off after it."
"Tills be blowed!" said Mr. Claypole; "there's more things besides tills to be emptied."
"What do you mean?" asked his companion.
"Pockets, women's ridicules, houses, mail-coaches, banks," said Mr. Claypole, rising with the porter.
"But you can't do all that, dear," said Charlotte.
"I shall look out to get into company with them as can," replied Noah. "They'll be able to make us useful some way or another. Why, you yourself are worth fifty women; I never see such a precious sly and deceitful creetur as yer can be when I let yer."
"Lor, how nice it is to hear you say so!" exclaimed Charlotte, imprinting a kiss upon his ugly face.
"There, that'll do: don't yer be too affec-
