I, in coars, with my ear to the keyhole, listning with all my mite.
"Well," says Blewitt, "we maid a pretty good night of it, Mr.Deuceace.
Yu've settled, I see, with Dawkins." "Settled!" says master.

"Oh, yes--yes--I've settled with him." "Four thousand seven hundred, I think ?" "About that--yes." "That makes my share--let me see--two thousand three hundred and fifty; which I'll thank you to fork out." "Upon my word--why--Mr.Blewitt," says master, "I don't really understand what you mean." "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" says Blewitt, in an axent such as I never before heard.

"You don't know what I mean! Did you not promise me that we were to go shares?
Didn't I lend you twenty sovereigns the other night to pay our losings to Dawkins?
Didn't you swear, on your honor as a gentleman, to give me half of all that might be won in this affair ?" "Agreed, sir," says Deuceace; "agreed." "Well, sir, and now what have you to say ?" "Why, THAT I DON'T INTEND TO KEEP MY PROMISE! You infernal fool and ninny! do you suppose I was laboring for YOU?
Do you fancy I was going to the expense of giving a dinner to that jackass yonder, that you should profit by it?
Get away, sir! Leave the room, sir! Or, stop--here--I will give you four hundred pounds--your own note of hand, sir, for that sum, if you will consent to forget all that has passed between us, and that you have never known Mr.Algernon Deuceace." I've seen pipple angery before now, but never any like Blewitt.

He stormed, groaned, belloed, swoar! At last, he fairly began blubbring; now cussing and nashing his teeth, now praying dear Mr.Deuceace to grant him mercy.
At last, master flung open the door (heaven bless us! it's well I didn't tumble hed over eels into the room!), and said, "Charles, show the gentleman down stairs!" My master looked at him quite steddy.

Blewitt slunk down, as misrabble as any man I ever see.