In the end he came back to one of the first he had seen, and entering by a side-door in a court, where the three balls, with the legend 'Money Lent,' were repeated in a ghastly transparency, passed into one of a series of little closets, or private boxes, erected for the accommodation of the more bashful and uninitiated customers.

He bolted himself in; pulled out his watch; and laid it on the counter.
'Upon my life and soul!' said a low voice in the next box to the shopman who was in treaty with him, 'you must make it more; you must make it a trifle more, you must indeed! You must dispense with one half-quarter of an ounce in weighing out your pound of flesh, my best of friends, and make it two-and-six.' Martin drew back involuntarily, for he knew the voice at once.
'You're always full of your chaff,' said the shopman, rolling up the article (which looked like a shirt) quite as a matter of course, and nibbing his pen upon the counter.
'I shall never be full of my wheat,' said Mr Tigg, 'as long as I come here.

Ha, ha! Not bad! Make it two-and-six, my dear friend, positively for this occasion only.

Half-a-crown is a delightful coin.

Two-and-six.
Going at two-and-six! For the last time at two-and-six!' 'It'll never be the last time till it's quite worn out,' rejoined the shopman.