'I've got a little trifle here, now,' said Mr Slum, taking off his hat which was full of scraps of paper, 'a little trifle here, thrown off in the heat of the moment, which I should say was exactly the thing you wanted to set this place on fire with.

It's an acrostic--the name at this moment is Warren, and the idea's a convertible one, and a positive inspiration for Jarley.

Have the acrostic.' 'I suppose it's very dear,' said Mrs Jarley.
'Five shillings,' returned Mr Slum, using his pencil as a toothpick.
'Cheaper than any prose.' 'I couldn't give more than three,' said Mrs Jarley.
'-- And six,' retorted Slum.

'Come.

Three-and-six.' Mrs Jarley was not proof against the poet's insinuating manner, and Mr Slum entered the order in a small note-book as a three-and-sixpenny one.