he didn’t.⁠—‘And what’s the lady’s name?’ says the lawyer. My father was struck all of a heap. ‘Blessed if I know,’ says he.⁠—‘Not know!’ says the lawyer.⁠—‘No more nor you do,’ says my father; ‘can’t I put that in arterwards?’⁠—‘Impossible!’ says the lawyer.⁠—‘Wery well,’ says my father, after he’d thought a moment, ‘put down Mrs. Clarke.’⁠—‘What Clarke?’ says the lawyer, dipping his pen in the ink.⁠—‘Susan Clarke, Markis o’ Granby, Dorking,’ says my father; ‘she’ll have me, if I ask. I des-say⁠—I never said nothing to her, but she’ll have me, I know.’ The licence was made out, and she did have him, and what’s more she’s got him now; and I never had any of the four hundred pound, worse luck. Beg your pardon, sir,” said Sam, when he had concluded, “but wen I gets on this here grievance, I runs on like a new barrow with the wheel greased.” Having said which, and having paused for an instant to see whether he was wanted for anything more, Sam left the room.