"Ha! I know what it is.

I want a chop.

A chop and a song.

But, I couldn't take you, and I like you by me.

Good little woman!" He patted Emilia's shoulder, preparatory to leaning on it with considerable weight, and so descended to the cab, chuckling ever and anon at the reminiscence of Braintop.
There was a disturbance in the street.