The lawyer followed him, and, when they were in the street, Hawker again asked him to come to the inn and make his will for him.
"I'll stay by you, Hawker, and see that you don't make a fool of yourself.

I wish you would not be so vindictive.

It's indecent; you'll be ashamed of it tomorrow; but, in the meantime, it's indecent." "Ha, ha!" laughed Hawker; "how quietly he talks! One can see that he hasn't had a bastard child fathered on him by a gipsy hag.

Come along, old fellow; there's fifty pounds' worth of work for you this week, if I only live through it!" He took the lawyer to the inn, and they got dinner.

Hawker ate but little, for him, but drank a good deal.