We take it.

The name of my friend is Smivey: Chicken Smivey, of Holborn, twenty-six-and-a-half B: lodger.' Here he winked at Martin again, to apprise him that all the forms and ceremonies prescribed by law were now complied with, and nothing remained but the receipt for the money.
In point of fact, this proved to be the case, for Martin, who had no resource but to take what was offered him, signified his acquiescence by a nod of his head, and presently came out with the cash in his pocket.
He was joined in the entry by Mr Tigg, who warmly congratulated him, as he took his arm and accompanied him into the street, on the successful issue of the negotiation.
'As for my part in the same,' said Mr Tigg, 'don't mention it.

Don't compliment me, for I can't bear it!' 'I have no such intention, I assure you,' retorted Martin, releasing his arm and stopping.
'You oblige me very much' said Mr Tigg.

'Thank you.' 'Now, sir,' observed Martin, biting his lip, 'this is a large town, and we can easily find different ways in it.

If you will show me which is your way, I will take another.' Mr Tigg was about to speak, but Martin interposed: 'I need scarcely tell you, after what you have just seen, that I have nothing to bestow upon your friend Mr Slyme.