CHAPTER SIX.
MISS KIT.
His honour, saving his presence! was one of the meanest men I ever met, and I have come across many a close-fisted one in my day.

There was nothing large about Maurice Gorman.

His little eyes could never open wide enough to see the whole of a matter, or his little mouth open wide enough to speak it.

If he owed a guinea, he would only pay a pound of it, and trust to your forgetting the rest.

If his boat wanted painting, he would give it one coat and save the other.