Temple tossed him a pint bottle of beer, with an injunction to him to shut his trap.
'Now, you talk my mother tongue,' said the man; 'you're what goes by the name of a learned gentleman.

Thank ye, sir.

You'll be a counsellor some day.' 'I won't get off thieves, I can tell you,' said Temple.

He was the son of a barrister.
'Nor you won't help cook their gooses for them, may be,' said the man.
'Well, kindness is kindness, all over the world.' The women stormed at him to command him not to anger the young gentlemen, for Saddlebank was swearing awfully in an undertone.

He answered them that he was the mildest lamb afloat.
Despairing of the goose, we resolved to finish the cold repast awaiting us.