"Why the devil an't you looking after that plate ?"--"I was just going to send him for a coach for me," says the other gentleman.

"And I was just a-going to say," says I--"Anybody else, my dear fellow," interrupts the master of the house, pushing me down the passage to get out of the way--"anybody else; but I have put this man in possession of all the plate and valuables, and I cannot allow him on any consideration whatever, to leave the house.

Bung, you scoundrel, go and count those forks in the breakfast-parlour instantly." You may be sure I went laughing pretty hearty when I found it was all right.

The money was paid next day, with the addition of something else for myself, and that was the best job that I (and I suspect old Fixem too) ever got in that line.
'But this is the bright side of the picture, sir, after all,' resumed Mr.
Bung, laying aside the knowing look and flash air, with which he had repeated the previous anecdote--'and I'm sorry to say, it's the side one sees very, very seldom, in comparison with the dark one.

The civility which money will purchase, is rarely extended to those who have none; and there's a consolation even in being able to patch up one difficulty, to make way for another, to which very poor people are strangers.