"Since old Joe Manton died I don't know but one good maker--and that's Purdey, of London, and he, I hear, has orders to last him five years.

No, Todd--I'd rather have the toast." "Yes, sah--I knowed ye couldn't do nuffln' fur him--Take de top piece--dat's de brownest--but he seemed so cut up 'bout it dat I tol' him he might see ye fur a minute if he come 'long 'bout ten o'clock, when you was fru' yo' bre'kfus', 'fo' ye got tangled up wid yo' letters an' de papers.

Dat's him now, I spec's.

Shall I show him in ?" "Yes, show him in, Todd.

Gadgem isn't a bad sort of fellow after all.
He only wants his pound of flesh, like the others.