There was a bit of cheese and bread, and a tin candlestick on the table, and a little black porter in a pint-pot.
"Had your dinner, I suppose?
It is not too warm for you?
Like a drop of beer ?" "Where is Sir Pitt Crawley ?" said Miss Sharp majestically.
"He, he! I'm Sir Pitt Crawley.

Reklect you owe me a pint for bringing down your luggage.

He, he! Ask Tinker if I aynt.

Mrs.Tinker, Miss Sharp; Miss Governess, Mrs.Charwoman.

Ho, ho!" The lady addressed as Mrs.Tinker at this moment made her appearance with a pipe and a paper of tobacco, for which she had been despatched a minute before Miss Sharp's arrival; and she handed the articles over to Sir Pitt, who had taken his seat by the fire.
"Where's the farden ?" said he.