'I'll see fair between you.' 'I have passed my word,' said Jowl with feigned reluctance, 'and I'll keep it.

When does this match come off?
I wish it was over .-- To-night ?' 'I must have the money first,' said the old man; 'and that I'll have to-morrow--' 'Why not to-night ?' urged Jowl.
'It's late now, and I should be flushed and flurried,' said the old man.

'It must be softly done.

No, to-morrow night.' 'Then to-morrow be it,' said Jowl.

'A drop of comfort here.