This, however, is disregarded by Mr.Jinks, who draws near, and stands beneath the window.
Mistress O'Calligan considers it necessary to state that she is in such a taking, and to ask who could have thought it.

Mr.Jinks does not directly reply to this question, but, reaching up, hands in the bundle, and commences a whispered conversation.

The lady is doubtful, fearful--Mr.Jinks grows more eloquent.

Finally, the lady melts, and when Mr.Jinks clasps, rapturously, the red hand hanging out, he has triumphed.
In fifteen minutes he is on his way back to the tavern, chuckling, shaking, and triumphant.
All is prepared..