Nine weeks at three shillings a week comes to twenty-seven shillings.

There ought to be a bit for the lawyer who wrote the notice to quit.

But I'll let you off that because of your pretty face." Lavinia counted the money into the grimy outstretched paw.

Moggs' face wrinkled into a smirk.
"Much obleeged, my young madam.

I'll wager as the spark you've saved from being turned into the street'll thank you more to your liking than an old fellow like me could." Solomon Moggs made a low bow and was turning away when Lancelot Vane suddenly appeared.