"Wen I see him a-layin' so stritched out just now, I wished he could have heerd me tell him so.

He wos wery good to me, he wos!" As he shuffles downstairs, Mr.Snagsby, lying in wait for him, puts a half-crown in his hand.

"If you ever see me coming past your crossing with my little woman--I mean a lady--" says Mr.Snagsby with his finger on his nose, "don't allude to it!" For some little time the jurymen hang about the Sol's Arms colloquially.

In the sequel, half-a-dozen are caught up in a cloud of pipe-smoke that pervades the parlour of the Sol's Arms; two stroll to Hampstead; and four engage to go half-price to the play at night, and top up with oysters.

Little Swills is treated on several hands.