In fact, he lodges at a--" Mr.Snagsby makes another bolt, as if the bit of bread and buffer were insurmountable "-- at a rag and bottle shop." "Can you show me the place as I go back ?" "With the greatest pleasure, sir!" Mr.Snagsby pulls off his sleeves and his grey coat, pulls on his black coat, takes his hat from its peg.

"Oh! Here is my little woman!" he says aloud.

"My dear, will you be so kind as to tell one of the lads to look after the shop while I step across the lane with Mr.Tulkinghorn?
Mrs.Snagsby, sir--I shan't be two minutes, my love!" Mrs.Snagsby bends to the lawyer, retires behind the counter, peeps at them through the window-blind, goes softly into the back office, refers to the entries in the book still lying open.

Is evidently curious.
"You will find that the place is rough, sir," says Mr.Snagsby, walking deferentially in the road and leaving the narrow pavement to the lawyer; "and the party is very rough.

But they're a wild lot in general, sir.