Go and get another chair from the kitchen, Tinker, if you want to sit down; and then we'll have a bit of supper." Presently the baronet plunged a fork into the saucepan on the fire, and withdrew from the pot a piece of tripe and an onion, which he divided into pretty equal portions, and of which he partook with Mrs.Tinker.
"You see, Miss Sharp, when I'm not here Tinker's on board wages: when I'm in town she dines with the family.

Haw! haw! I'm glad Miss Sharp's not hungry, ain't you, Tink ?" And they fell to upon their frugal supper.
After supper Sir Pitt Crawley began to smoke his pipe; and when it became quite dark, he lighted the rushlight in the tin candlestick, and producing from an interminable pocket a huge mass of papers, began reading them, and putting them in order.
"I'm here on law business, my dear, and that's how it happens that I shall have the pleasure of such a pretty travelling companion to-morrow." "He's always at law business," said Mrs.Tinker, taking up the pot of porter.
"Drink and drink about," said the Baronet.

"Yes; my dear, Tinker is quite right: I've lost and won more lawsuits than any man in England.
Look here at Crawley, Bart.v.Snaffle.

I'll throw him over, or my name's not Pitt Crawley.

Podder and another versus Crawley, Bart.
Overseers of Snaily parish against Crawley, Bart.