Hallo! what does he want?
He's beckoning." "Jolly cheek of him!" said Heathcote.

"If he wants you, let him come.
I wouldn't go to him if I were you.

Call out and ask him what he wants." Whereupon Coote called out:-- "What do you want ?" "I want you," said the bookseller, approaching.
"Tell him you're busy, and he'd better come again." "I'm busy, I say," cried Coote; "come again." "No, thank you," said Mr Webster, stepping before the boys.

"Ah! good day to you, Mr Heathcote; quite a stranger, sir.

If you'll allow me, I would like a word with your friend ?" "You know you'll get in a row, Webster, if you're seen up here," said Heathcote.