Of a sudden, when the bilious gloom of his countenance foretold anything but mirth, he burst into hard laughter.
Andrew smote him jovially on the back.
'Tickles you, eh, bo-oy?
"Peak's Refreshment an' Dinin' Rooms!" Everything tip-top, mind; respectable business, Godwin; nothing for nobody to be ashamed of--_that_ wouldn't do, of course.' The young man's laughter ended as abruptly as it had begun, but his visage was no longer clouded with bitter misery.

A strange indifference seemed to have come upon him, and whilst the speculative uncle talked away with increasing excitement, he ate and drank heedlessly.
'Mother expects you to-morrow, she tells me,' said Andrew, when his companion's taciturnity had suggested a change of topic.

'Shouldn't wonder if you see me over at Twybridge again before long.

I was to remember your awnt and your cousin Jowey to you.

You wouldn't know Jowey?
the sharpest lad of his age as ever I knowed, is Jowey.