Now, what’s he speaking about, and who’s he speaking to, I should like to know? Shall I keep standing here? Aside.

’Tis but indifferent architecture to make a blind dome; here’s one. No, no, no; I must have a lantern.

Ho, ho! That’s it, hey? Here are two, sir; one will serve my turn.

What art thou thrusting that thief-catcher into my face for, man? Thrusted light is worse than presented pistols.

I thought, sir, that you spoke to carpenter.

Carpenter? why that’s⁠—but no;⁠—a very tidy, and, I may say, an extremely gentlemanlike sort of business thou art in here, carpenter;⁠—or would’st thou rather work in clay?

Sir?⁠—Clay? clay, sir? That’s mud; we leave clay to ditchers, sir.