[Illustration]
_Solomon Pell, assisted by a Select Committee of Coachmen, arranges
the Affairs of the Elder Mr. Weller_
"Samivel," said Mr. Weller, accosting his son on the morning after the
funeral, "I've found it, Sammy. I thought it wos there."
"Thought vot wos were?" inquired Sam.
"Your mother-in-law's vill, Sammy," replied Mr. Weller. "In wirtue o'
wich, them arrangements is to be made as I told you on, last night,
respectin' the funs."
"Wot, didn't she tell you vere it wos?" inquired Sam.
"Not a bit on it, Sammy," replied Mr. Weller. "We wos a adjestin' our
little differences, and I wos a cheerin' her spirits and bearin' her
up, so that I forgot to ask anythin' about it. I don't know as I should
ha' done it indeed, if I had remembered it," added Mr. Weller, "for
it's a rum sort o' thing, Sammy, to go a hankerin' arter anybody's
property, ven you're assistin' 'em in illness. It's like helping an
outside passenger up, ven he's been pitched off a coach, and puttin'
your hand in his pocket, vile you ask him vith a sigh how he finds
hisself, Sammy."
With this figurative illustration of his meaning, Mr. Weller unclasped
his pocket-book, and drew forth a dirty sheet of letter paper, on
which were inscribed various characters crowded together in remarkable
confusion.
"This here is the dockyment, Sammy," said Mr. Weller. "I found it
in the little black teapot, on the top shelf o' the bar closet. She
used to keep bank notes there, 'afore she vos married, Samivel. I've
seen her take the lid off, to pay a bill, many and many a time. Poor
creetur, she might ha' filled all the teapots in the house vith vills,
and not have inconwenienced herself neither, for she took wery little
of anythin' in that vay lately, 'cept on the Temperance nights, ven
they fust laid a foundation o' tea to put the spirits a-top on!"
"What does it say?" inquired Sam.
"Jist vot I told you, my boy," rejoined his parent. "Two hundred pound
vurth o' reduced counsels to my son-in-law, Samivel, and all the rest
o' my property, of ev'ry kind and description votsoever to my husband,
Mr. Tony Veller, who I appint as my sole eggzekiter."
"That's all, is it?" said Sam.
"That's all," replied Mr. Weller. "And I s'pose as it's all right and
satisfactory to you and me as is the only parties interested, ve may as
vell put this bit o' paper into the fire."
"Wot are you a-doin' on, you lunatic?" said Sam, snatching the paper
away, as his parent, in all innocence, stirred the fire preparatory to
suiting the action to the word. "You're a nice eggzeketir, you are."
"Vy not?" inquired Mr. Weller, looking sternly round, with the poker in
his hand.
"Vy not!" exclaimed Sam. "'Cos it must be proved, and probated, and
swore to, and all manner o' formalities."
"You don't mean that?" said Mr. Weller, laying down the poker.
Sam buttoned the will carefully in a side pocket; intimating by a look
meanwhile, that he did mean it, and very seriously too.
"Then I'll tell you wot it is," said Mr. Weller, after a short
meditation, "this is a case for that 'ere confidential pal o' the
Chancellorship's. Pell must look into this, Sammy. He's the man for
a difficult question at law. Ve'll have this here brought afore the
Solvent Court directly, Samivel."
"I never did see such a addle-headed old creetur!" exclaimed Sam,
irritably, "Old Baileys, and Solvent Courts, and alleybis, and ev'ry
species o' gammon alvays a-runnin' through his brain! You'd better get
your out o' door clothes on, and come to town about this bisness, than
stand a-preachin' there about wot you don't understand nothin' on."
"Wery good, Sammy," replied Mr. Weller, "I'm quite agreeable to
anythin' as vill hexpedite business, Sammy. But mind this here, my boy,
nobody but Pell--nobody but Pell as a legal adwiser."
"I don't want anybody else," replied Sam. "Now are you a-comin'?"
"Vait a minute, Sammy," replied Mr. Weller, who, having tied his shawl
with the aid of a small glass that hung in the window, was now, by dint
of the most wonderful exertions, struggling into his upper garments.
"Vait a minit, Sammy; ven you grow as old as your father, you von't get
into your veskit quite as easy as you do now, my boy."
"If I couldn't get into it easier than that, I'm blessed if I'd vear
vun at all," rejoined his son.
"You think so now," said Mr. Weller, with the gravity of age, "but
you'll find that as you get vider, you'll get viser. Vidth and visdom,
Sammy, alvays grows together."
As Mr. Weller delivered this infallible maxim--the result of many
years' personal experience and observation--he contrived, by a
dexterous twist of his body, to get the bottom button of his coat to
perform its office. Having paused a few seconds to recover breath, he
brushed his hat with his elbow, and declared himself ready.
"As four heads is better than two, Sammy," said Mr. Weller, as they
drove along the London Road in the chaise cart, "and as all this here
property is a wery great temptation to a legal gen'l'm'n, ve'll take a
couple o' friends o' mine vith us, as'll be wery soon down upon him if
he comes anythin' irreg'lar; two o' them as saw you to the Fleet that
day. They're the wery best judges," added Mr. Weller in a half whisper,
"the wery best judges of a horse, you ever know'd."
"And of a lawyer too?" inquired Sam.
"The man as can form a ackerate judgment of a animal, can form a
ackerate judgment of anythin'," replied his father; so dogmatically,
that Sam did not attempt to controvert the position.
In pursuance of this notable resolution the services of the
mottled-faced gentleman and of two other very fat coachmen--selected
by Mr. Weller, probably with a view to their width and consequent
wisdom--were put into requisition; and this assistance having been
secured, the party proceeded to the public-home in Portugal Street,
whence a messenger was despatched to the Insolvent Court over the way,
requiring Mr. Solomon Pell's immediate attendance.
[Illustration: _A cold collation of an Abernethy biscuit and a saveloy_]
The messenger fortunately found Mr. Solomon Pell in court, regaling
himself, business being rather slack, with a cold collation of an
Abernethy biscuit and a saveloy. The message was no sooner whispered in
his ear than he thrust them in his pocket among various professional
documents, and hurried over the way with such alacrity that he reached
the parlour before the messenger had even emancipated himself from the
court.
"Gentlemen," said Mr. Pell, touching his hat, "my service to you all.
I don't say it to flatter you, gentlemen, but there are not five other
men in the world, that I'd have come out of that court for, to-day."
"So busy, eh?" said Sam.
"Busy!" replied Pell; "I'm completely sewn up, as my friend the late
Lord Chancellor many a time used to say to me, gentlemen, when he came
out from hearing appeals in the House of Lords. Poor fellow! he was
very susceptible of fatigue; he used to feel those appeals uncommonly.
I actually thought more than once that he'd have sunk under 'em; I did
indeed."
Here Mr. Pell shook his head and paused; on which, the elder Mr.
Weller, nudging his neighbour, as begging him to mark the attorney's
high connections, asked whether the duties in question produced any
permanent ill effects on the constitution of his noble friend.
"I don't think he ever quite recovered them," replied Pell; "in fact
I'm sure he never did. 'Pell,' he used to say to me many a time,
'how the blazes you can stand the head-work you do, is a mystery to
me.'--'Well,' I used to answer, '_I_ hardly know how I do it, upon my
life.'--'Pell,' he'd add, sighing, and looking at me with a little
envy--friendly envy, you know, gentlemen, mere friendly envy; I never
minded it--'Pell, you're a wonder; a wonder.' Ah! you'd have liked him
very much if you had known him, gentlemen. Bring me three penn'orth of
rum, my dear."
Addressing this latter remark to the waitress in a tone of subdued
grief, Mr. Pell sighed, looked at his shoes, and the ceiling; and, the
rum having by that time arrived, drunk it up.
"However," said Pell, drawing a chair to the table, "a professional
man has no right to think of his private friendships when his legal
assistance is wanted. By-the-bye, gentlemen, since I saw you here
before, we have had to weep over a very melancholy occurrence."
Mr. Pell drew out a pocket-handkerchief, when he came to the word weep,
but he made no further use of it than to wipe away a slight tinge of
rum which hung upon his upper lip.
"I saw it in the _Advertiser_, Mr. Weller," continued Pell. "Bless my
soul, not more than fifty-two! Dear me--only think."
These indications of a musing spirit were addressed to the mottled-faced
man, whose eyes Mr. Pell had accidentally caught; on which, the
mottled-faced man, whose apprehension of matters in general was of a
foggy nature, moved uneasily in his seat, and opined that indeed, so
far as that went, there was no saying how things _was_ brought about;
which observation, involving one of those subtle propositions which it
is so difficult to encounter in argument, was controverted by nobody.
"I have heard it remarked that she was a very fine woman, Mr. Weller,"
said Pell in a sympathising manner.
"Yes, sir, she wos," replied the elder Mr. Weller, not much relishing
this mode of discussing the subject, and yet thinking that the
attorney, from his long intimacy with the late Lord Chancellor, must
know best on all matters of polite breeding. "She wos a wery fine
'ooman, sir, ven I first know'd her. She wos a widder sir, at that
time."
"Now, it's curious," said Pell, looking round with a sorrowful smile;
"Mrs. Pell was a widow."
"That's very extraordinary," said the mottled-faced man.
"Well, it is a curious coincidence," said Pell.
"Not at all," gruffly remarked the elder Mr. Weller. "More widders is
married than single wimin."
"Very good, very good," said Pell, "you're quite right, Mr. Weller.
Mrs. Pell was a very elegant and accomplished woman; her manners were
the theme of universal admiration in our neighbourhood. I was proud
to see that woman dance; there was something so firm and dignified,
and yet natural in her motion. Her cutting, gentlemen, was simplicity
itself. Ah! well, well! Excuse my asking the question, Mr. Samuel,"
continued the attorney in a lower voice, "was your mother-in-law tall?"
"Not wery," replied Sam.
"Mrs. Pell was a tall figure," said Pell, "a splendid woman, with a
noble shape, and a nose, gentlemen, formed to command and be majestic.
She was very much attached to me--very much--highly connected, too. Her
mother's brother, gentlemen, failed for eight hundred pounds, as a Law
Stationer."
"Vell," said Mr. Weller, who had grown rather restless during this
discussion, "vith regard to bis'ness."
The word was music to Pell's ears. He had been revolving in his mind
whether any business was to be transacted, or whether he had been
merely invited to partake of a glass of brandy and water, or a bowl of
punch, or any similar professional compliment, and now the doubt was
set at rest without his appearing at all eager for its solution. His
eyes glistened as he laid his hat on the table, and said:
"What is the business upon which--um? Either of these gentlemen wish to
go through the court? We require an arrest; a friendly arrest will do,
you know; we are all friends here, I suppose?"
"Give me the dockyment, Sammy," said Mr. Weller, taking the will
from his son, who appeared to enjoy the interview amazingly. "Wot we
rekvire, sir, is a probe o' this here."
"Probate, my dear sir, probate," said Pell.
"Well, sir," replied Mr. Weller sharply, "probe and probe it, is wery
much the same; if you don't understand wot I mean, sir, I dessay I can
find them as does."
"No offence, I hope, Mr. Weller," said Pell, meekly. "You are the
executor, I see," he added, casting his eyes over the paper.
"I am, sir," replied Mr. Weller.
"These other gentlemen, I presume, are legatees, are they?" inquired
Pell with a congratulatory smile.
"Sammy is a leg-at-ease," replied Mr. Weller; "these other gen'l'm'n is
friends o' mine, just come to see fair; a kind of umpires."
"Oh!" said Pell, "very good. I have no objections, I'm sure. I shall
want a matter of five pound of you before I begin, ha! ha! ha!"
It being decided by the committee that the five pound might be advanced,
Mr. Weller produced that sum; after which, a long consultation about
nothing particular took place, in the course whereof Mr. Pell
demonstrated to the perfect satisfaction of the gentlemen who saw
fair, that unless the management of the business had been entrusted to
him, it must all have gone wrong, for reasons not clearly made out,
but no doubt sufficient. This important point being dispatched, Mr.
Pell refreshed himself with three chops, and liquids both malt and
spirituous, at the expense of the estate, and then they all went away
to Doctors' Commons.
The next day, there was another visit to Doctors' Commons, and a great
to-do with an attesting hostler, who, being inebriated, declined
swearing anything but profane oaths, to the great scandal of a proctor
and surrogate. Next week, there were more visits to Doctors' Commons,
and there was a visit to the Legacy Duty Office besides, and there were
treaties entered into, for the disposal of the lease and business, and
ratifications of the same, and inventories to be made out, and lunches
to be taken, and dinners to be eaten, and so many profitable things to
be done, and such a mass of papers accumulated, that Mr. Solomon Pell,
and the boy, and the blue bag to boot, all got so stout that scarcely
anybody would have known them for the same man, boy, and bag, that had
loitered about Portugal Street, a few days before.
At length all these weighty matters being arranged, a day was fixed for
selling out and transferring the stock, and of waiting with that view
upon Wilkins Flasher, Esq., stock-broker, of somewhere near the Bank,
who had been recommended by Mr. Solomon Pell for the purpose.
It was a kind of festive occasion, and the parties were attired
accordingly. Mr. Weller's tops were newly cleaned and his dress was
arranged with peculiar care; the mottled-faced gentleman wore at his
button-hole a full-sized dahlia with several leaves; and the coats
of his two friends were adorned with nosegays of laurel and other
evergreens. All three were habited in strict holiday costume; that is
to say, they were wrapped up to the chins, and wore as many clothes as
possible, which is, and has been, a stage-coachman's idea of full dress
ever since stage-coaches were invented.
Mr. Pell was waiting at the usual place of meeting at the appointed
time; even Mr. Pell wore a pair of gloves and a clean shirt much frayed
at the collar and wristbands by frequent washings.
"A quarter to two," said Pell, looking at the parlour clock. "If we are
with Mr. Flasher at a quarter past, we shall just hit the best time."
"What should you say to a drop o' beer, gen'l'm'n?" suggested the
mottled-faced man.
"And a little bit of cold beef," said the second coachman.
"Or a oyster," added the third, who was a hoarse gentleman supported by
very round legs.
"Hear, hear!" said Pell; "to congratulate Mr. Weller, on his coming
into possession of his property: eh? ha! ha!"
"I'm quite agreeable, gen'l'm'n," answered Mr. Weller. "Sammy, pull the
bell."
Sam complied; and the porter, cold beef, and oysters being promptly
produced, the lunch was done ample justice to. Where everybody took so
active a part, it is almost invidious to make a distinction; but if one
individual evinced greater powers than another, it was the coachman
with the hoarse voice, who took an imperial pint of vinegar with his
oysters, without betraying the least emotion.
"Mr. Pell, sir," said the elder Mr. Weller, stirring a glass of brandy
and water, of which one was placed before every gentleman when the
oyster shells were removed, "Mr. Pell, sir, it wos my intention to have
proposed the funs on this occasion, but Samivel has vispered to me----"
Here Mr. Samuel Weller, who had silently eaten his oysters with
tranquil smiles, cried "Hear!" in a very loud voice.
"--Has vispered to me," resumed his father, "that it vould be better to
dewote the liquor to vishin' you success and prosperity, and thankin'
you for the manner in which you've brought this here business through.
Here's your health, sir."
"Hold hard there," interposed the mottled-faced gentleman, with sudden
energy, "your eyes on me, gen'l'm'n!"
Saying this, the mottled-faced gentleman rose, as did the other
gentlemen. The mottled-faced gentleman reviewed the company, and slowly
lifted his hand, upon which every man (including him of the mottled
countenance) drew a long breath, and lifted his tumbler to his lips.
In one instant the mottled-faced gentleman depressed his hand again,
and every glass was set down empty. It is impossible to describe the
thrilling effect produced by this striking ceremony. At once dignified,
solemn, and impressive, it combined every element of grandeur.
"Well, gentlemen," said Mr. Pell, "all I can say is, that such marks
of confidence must be very gratifying to a professional man. I don't
wish to say anything that might appear egotistical, gentlemen, but I'm
very glad, for your own sakes, that you came to me; that's all. If you
had gone to any low member of the profession, it's my firm conviction,
and I assure you of it as a fact, that you would have found yourselves
in Queer Street before this. I could have wished my noble friend had
been alive to have seen my management of this case. I don't say it
out of pride, but I think--however, gentlemen, I won't trouble you
with that. I am generally to be found here, gentlemen, but if I'm not
here, or over the way, that's my address. You'll find my terms very
cheap and reasonable, and no man attends more to his clients than I do,
and I hope I know a little of my profession besides. If you have any
opportunity of recommending me to any of your friends, gentlemen, I
shall be very much obliged to you, and so will they too, when they come
to know me. _Your_ healths, gentlemen."
With this expression of his feelings, Mr. Solomon Pell laid three small
written cards before Mr. Weller's friends, and, looking at the clock
again, feared it was time to be walking. Upon this hint Mr. Weller
settled the bill, and, issuing forth, the executor, legatee, attorney,
and umpires, directed their steps towards the City.
The office of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, of the Stock Exchange, was in a
first floor up a court behind the Bank of England; the house of Wilkins
Flasher, Esquire, was at Brixton, Surrey; the horse and stanhope of
Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, were at an adjacent livery stable; the groom
of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, was on his way to the West End to deliver
some game; the clerk of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, had gone to his
dinner, and Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, himself, cried, "Come in," when
Mr. Pell and his companions knocked at the counting-house door.
"Good morning, sir," said Pell, bowing obsequiously. "We want to make a
little transfer, if you please."
"Oh, come in, will you?" said Mr. Flasher. "Sit down a minute; I'll
attend to you directly."
"Thank you, sir," said Pell, "there's no hurry. Take a chair, Mr.
Weller."
Mr. Weller took a chair, and Sam took a box, and the umpires took what
they could get, and looked at the almanack and one or two papers which
were wafered against the wall, with as much open-eyed reverence as if
they had been the finest efforts of the old masters.
"Well, I'll bet you half a dozen of claret on it; come!" said Wilkins
Flasher, Esquire, resuming the conversation to which Mr. Pell's
entrance had caused a momentary interruption.
This was addressed to a very smart young gentleman who wore his hat on
his right whisker, and was lounging over the desk, killing flies with
a ruler. Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, was balancing himself on two legs
of an office stool, spearing a wafer-box with a pen-knife, which he
dropped every now and then with great dexterity into the very centre of
a small red wafer that was stuck outside. Both gentlemen had very open
waistcoats and very rolling collars, and very small boots, and very
big rings, and very little watches, and very large guard chains, and
symmetrical inexpressibles, and scented pocket-handkerchiefs.
"I never bet half a dozen," said the other gentleman. "I'll take a
dozen."
"Done, Simmery, done!" said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. "P. P., mind,"
observed the other.
"Of course," replied Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. Wilkins Flasher,
Esquire, entered it in a little book, with a gold pencil-case, and the
other gentleman entered it also, in another little book with another
gold pencil-case.
"I see there's a notice up this morning about Boffer," observed Mr.
Simmery. "Poor devil, he's expelled the house!"
"I'll bet you ten guineas to five he cuts his throat," said Wilkins
Flasher, Esquire.
"Stop! I bar," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, thoughtfully. "Perhaps he
may hang himself."
"Very good," rejoined Mr. Simmery, pulling out the gold pencil-case
again." I've no objection to take you that way. Say, makes away with
himself."
"Kills himself, in fact," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire.
"Just so," replied Mr. Simmery, putting down. "'Flasher--ten guineas to
five, Boffer kills himself.' Within what time shall we say?"
"A fortnight?" suggested Wilkins Flasher, Esquire.
"Confound it, no;" rejoined Mr. Simmery, stopping for an instant to
smash a fly with the ruler. "Say a week."
"Split the difference," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. "Make it ten
days."
"Well; ten days," rejoined Mr. Simmery.
So, it was entered down in the little books that Boffer was to kill
himself within ten days, or Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, was to hand over
to Frank Simmery, Esquire, the sum of ten guineas; and that if Boffer
did kill himself within that time, Frank Simmery, Esquire, would pay to
Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, five guineas, instead.
"I'm very sorry he has failed," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. "Capital
dinners he gave."
"Fine port he had too," remarked Mr. Simmery. "We are going to send our
butler to the sale to-morrow, to pick up some of that sixty-four."
"The devil you are," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. "My man's going
too. Five guineas my man outbids your man."
"Done."
Another entry was made in the little books, with the gold pencil-cases;
and Mr. Simmery having, by this time, killed all the flies and taken
all the bets, strolled away to the Stock Exchange to see what was going
forward.
Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, now condescended to receive Mr. Solomon's
Pell's instructions, and having filled up some printed forms, requested
the party to follow him to the Bank: which they did: Mr. Weller and his
three friends staring at all they beheld in unbounded astonishment, and
Sam encountering everything with a coolness which nothing could disturb.
Crossing a court-yard which was all noise and bustle; and passing a
couple of porters who seemed dressed to match the red fire-engine which
was wheeled away into a corner; they passed into an office where their
business was to be transacted, and where Pell and Mr. Flasher left them
standing for a few moments, while they went upstairs into the Will
Office.
"Wot place is this here?" whispered the mottled-faced gentleman to the
elder Mr. Weller.
"Counsel's Office," replied the executor in a whisper.
"Wot are them gen'l'men a settin' behind the counters?" asked the
hoarse coachman.
"Reduced counsels, I s'pose," replied Mr. Weller. "Ain't they the
reduced counsels, Samivel?"
"Vy, you don't suppose the reduced counsels is alive, do you?" inquired
Sam, with some disdain.
"How should I know?" retorted Mr. Weller; "I thought they looked wery
like it. Wot are they, then?"
"Clerks," replied Sam.
"Wot are they all a eatin' ham sangwidges for?" inquired his father.
"'Cos it's their dooty, I suppose," replied Sam, "it's a part o' the
system; they're always a doin' it here, all day long!"
Mr. Weller and his friends had scarcely had a moment to reflect upon
this singular regulation as connected with the monetary system of the
country, when they were rejoined by Pell and Wilkins Flasher, Esquire,
who led them to a part of the counter above which was a round black
board with a large "W." on it.
"Wot's that for, sir?" inquired Mr. Weller, directing Pell's attention
to the target in question.
"The first letter of the name of the deceased," replied Pell.
"I say," said Mr. Weller, turning round to the umpires. "There's
somethin' wrong here. We's our letter--this won't do."
The referees at once gave it as their decided opinion that the business
could not be legally proceeded with, under the letter W, and in all
probability it would have stood over for one day at least, had it not
been for the prompt, though, at first sight, undutiful behaviour of
Sam, who, seizing his father by the skirt of the coat, dragged him to
the counter, and pinned him there, until he had affixed his signature
to a couple of instruments; which from Mr. Weller's habit of printing,
was a work of so much labour and time, that the officiating clerk
peeled and ate three Ribston pippins while it was performing.
As the elder Mr. Weller insisted on selling out his portion forthwith,
they proceeded from the Bank to the gate of the Stock Exchange, to
which Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, after a short absence, returned with a
cheque on Smith, Payne, and Smith, for five hundred and thirty pounds;
that being the sum of money to which Mr. Weller, at the market price
of the day, was entitled, in consideration of the balance of the
second Mrs. Weller's funded savings. Sam's two hundred pounds stood
transferred to his name, and Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, having been
paid his commission, dropped the money carelessly into his coat pocket
and lounged back to his office.
Mr. Weller was at first obstinately determined on cashing the cheque in
nothing but sovereigns: but it being represented by the umpires that by
so doing he must incur the expense of a small sack to carry them home
in, he consented to receive the amount in five-pound notes.
"My son," said Mr. Weller as they came out of the banking-house, "my
son and me has a wery particular engagement this arternoon, and I
should like to have this here bis'ness settled out of hand, so let's
jest go straight avay someveres, vere ve can hordit the accounts."
A quiet room was soon found, and the accounts were produced and
audited. Mr. Pell's bill was taxed by Sam, and some charges were
disallowed by the umpires; but, notwithstanding Mr. Pell's declaration,
accompanied with many solemn asseverations, that they were really too
hard upon him, it was by very many degrees the best professional job he
had ever had, and one on which he boarded, lodged, and washed, for six
months afterwards.
The umpires, having partaken of a dram, shook hands and departed, as
they had to drive out of town that night. Mr. Solomon Pell, finding
that nothing more was going forward, either in the eating or drinking
way, took a friendly leave, and Sam and his father were left alone.
"There!" said Mr. Weller, thrusting his pocket-book in his side pocket.
"Vith the bills for the lease, and that, there's eleven hundred and
eighty pound here. Now, Samivel, my boy, turn the horses' heads to the
George and Wulter!"