Her eyes shone.

"They told me you was keepin' them here for debt; but that's nonsense, becos they can't never pay it back till you let 'em make money." "A fat lot I shall ever get from Mortimer if I let him out o' my sight.
You don't know Mr.Mortimer." "Don't I ?" was Tilda's answer.

"What d'yer take me for?
Why _everybody_ knows what Mr.Mortimer's like--everybody in Maggs's, anyway.

He's born to borrow, Bill says; though at _Hamlet_ or _Seven Nights in a Bar-Room_ he beats the band.

But as I said to his wife, 'Why shouldn' Mr.'Ucks keep your caravan against what you owe, an' loan you a barge?
He could put a man in charge to look after your takin's, so's you wouldn' get out o' reach till the money was paid: an' you could work the small towns along the canal, where the shows don't almost never reach.