But there they were, and in the midst of them to-night their collector sat and worked at his ledger by the light of a hurricane lamp.
A knock at the door disturbed his calculations.
"Come in!" he called, and Dr.Glasson entered.
"Eh?
Good evenin'," said Mr.Hucks, but without heartiness.
He disliked parsons.

He looked upon all men as rogues more or less, but held that ministers of religion claimed an unfair advantage on the handicap.

In particular this Dr.Glasson rubbed him, as he put it, the wrong way.
"Good evening," said Dr.Glasson.

"You will excuse my calling at this late hour." "Cert'nly.

Come to pay for the coals?
Fifteen tons best Newcastle at eighteen shillin' makes thirteen ten, and six pounds owin' on the last account--total nineteen ten.