He don't leave them about." "Or you'd ha' known pretty sharp all there is to know--eh, my lad?
Well, you're a foxy one, you are, if ever there was one.

Let's be pals, you and me.

When the old man goes, you want the shop--well, I don't see why you shouldn't have the shop.

Somebody must have the shop; and it will be mine to do what I please with.

As for his savings, he says they are all for Iris--well, wills have been set aside before this.