You be off, or I'll be nearer you than quite agreeable." The drunken cabman was a tall, stout man, who did not look one to take liberties with.
"Oh! if he's a friend of yours," said the other, drawing back.
Diamond got out the nose-bag again.

Old Diamond should have his feed out now.
"Yes, he is a friend o' mine.

One o' the best I ever had.

It's a pity he ain't a friend o' yourn.

You'd be the better for it, but it ain't no fault of hisn." When Diamond went home at night, he carried with him one pound one shilling and sixpence, besides a few coppers extra, which had followed some of the fares.
His mother had got very anxious indeed--so much so that she was almost afraid, when she did hear the sound of his cab, to go and look, lest she should be yet again disappointed, and should break down before her husband.