"I have." "Ah--so have I, for the matter of that.

Three--all as poor as church mice too.

I mean we've not got uncles in the firm.

But what puzzles me is, what is to become of the petty-cash?
I suppose I'm to be favoured with that job during his lordship's absence.

I shall certainly cover the book with crape." "Batchelor," called Hawkesbury at that moment, just putting his head out of the door of his box, "will you step here, please ?" Doubleday nudged me again, harder than ever.
"I say," said he, with glee, "you're to be sent too to carry his bag-- see if you aren't." However, Doubleday was wrong for once.