Well; what do you want there, you long-eared shark, you ?" These last words were addressed to Tom, who had crept into the room, certainly without much preparatory noise.
"I was only wanting the thingumbob, yer honour," said Tom, pretending to search diligently in the drawer for some required article.
"Then take your thingumbob quickly out of that, and be d---- to you.
And look here; if you don't knock at the door when next you come in, by heavens I'll throw this tumbler at your yead." "Sure and I will, yer honour," said Tom, withdrawing.
"And where on hearth has the twelve hundred pounds gone ?" asked the son, looking severely at the father.
Old Mr.Mollett made no immediate answer in words, but putting his left hand to his right elbow, began to shake it.
"I do wonder that you keep hon at that work," said Mollett junior, reproachfully.

"You never by any chance have a stroke of luck." "Well, I have been unfortunate lately; but who knows what's coming?
And I was deucedly sold by those fellows at the October meeting.

If any chap ever was safe, I ought to have been safe then; but hang me if I didn't drop four hundred of Sir Thomas's shiners coolly on the spot.

That was the only big haul I've had out of him all at once; and the most of it went like water through a sieve within forty-eight hours after I touched it." And then, having finished this pathetical little story of his misfortune, Mr.Mollett senior finished his glass of toddy.
"It's the way of the world, governor; and it's no use sighing after spilt milk.

But I'll tell you what I propose; and if you don't like the task yourself, I have no hobjection in life to take it into my own hands.