"Ho! Ho! She's that sort, is she ?" But the other spoke up at once with a touch of sharpness in his voice.
"She's a good sort to them as be'aves themselves, my lad.

She give me a good present.

Got me a good, new soft place, too, that's where I'm going to-morrer.

I'm 'ere to oblige 'er, that's what I am--just to put you, young man, in the way of things.

Look sharp, please 'er, mind your manners, and you may end better off than you know!" The lad looked at the speaker with a gleam of rather hungry curiosity in his lack-lustre eyes.
"Mark my words! Your missus won't be a widder long.