Old Simpson keenly watches the whole goings on, and I've tried to pull him on! No go! But he sneaks off himself, gets roaring full, down at Rozel Pier, with a little French peddler fellow, that he has picked up.

And, I don't like this French chap's looks.

Too fly, and far too free with his money.

There's no one else who has, as yet, showed up here.

Not a woman, no other human being but a London lawyer.