'Very much so! Ah, sir--a sad business! Never believe in honesty any more, sir.' 'Why not ?' returned the dwarf.

'Why not, you rogue of a lawyer, why not ?' 'Bank-note lost in our office sir,' said Brass, shaking his head.
'Found in his hat sir--he previously left alone there--no mistake at all sir--chain of evidence complete--not a link wanting.' 'What!' cried the dwarf, leaning half his body out of window.

'Kit a thief! Kit a thief! Ha ha ha! Why, he's an uglier-looking thief than can be seen anywhere for a penny.

Eh, Kit--eh?
Ha ha ha! Have you taken Kit into custody before he had time and opportunity to beat me! Eh, Kit, eh ?' And with that, he burst into a yell of laughter, manifestly to the great terror of the coachman, and pointed to a dyer's pole hard by, where a dangling suit of clothes bore some resemblance to a man upon a gibbet.
'Is it coming to that, Kit!' cried the dwarf, rubbing his hands violently.

'Ha ha ha ha! What a disappointment for little Jacob, and for his darling mother! Let him have the Bethel minister to comfort and console him, Brass.