it must be so. For instance, it's your object to take care of number one—meaning yourself."
"Certainly," replied Mr. Bolter. "Yer about right there."
"Well, you can't take care of yourself, number one, without taking care of me, number one."
"Number two, you mean," said Mr. Bolter, who was largely endowed with the quality of selfishness.
"No, I don't!" retorted the Jew. "I'm of the same importance to you as you are to yourself."
"I say," interrupted Mr. Bolter, "yer a very nice man, and I'm very fond of yer; but we ain't quite so thick together as all that comes to."
"Only think," said the Jew, shrugging his shoulders, and stretching out his hands, "only consider. You've done what's a very pretty thing, and what I love you for doing; but what at the same time would put the cravat round your throat that's so very easily tied and so very difficult to unloosen—in plain English, the halter!"
