Mortimer rang the bell to pay the score, and Bob appeared to transact that business with him: whom Eugene, in his careless extravagance, asked if he would like a situation in the lime-trade?

“Thankee sir, no sir,” said Bob. “I’ve a good sitiwation here, sir.”

“If you change your mind at any time,” returned Eugene, “come to me at my works, and you’ll always find an opening in the limekiln.”

“Thankee sir,” said Bob.

“This is my partner,” said Eugene, “who keeps the books and attends to the wages. A fair day’s wages for a fair day’s work is ever my partner’s motto.”

“And a very good ’un it is, gentlemen,” said Bob, receiving his fee, and drawing a bow out of his head with his right hand, very much as he would have drawn a pint of beer out of the beer engine.