'At least it can't be a put-up job, as we expected.' 'Then it hasn't been properly gone about,' said the Jew, turning pale with anger.

'Don't tell me!' 'But I will tell you,' retorted Sikes.

'Who are you that's not to be told?
I tell you that Toby Crackit has been hanging about the place for a fortnight, and he can't get one of the servants in line.' 'Do you mean to tell me, Bill,' said the Jew: softening as the other grew heated: 'that neither of the two men in the house can be got over ?' 'Yes, I do mean to tell you so,' replied Sikes.

'The old lady has had 'em these twenty years; and if you were to give 'em five hundred pound, they wouldn't be in it.' 'But do you mean to say, my dear,' remonstrated the Jew, 'that the women can't be got over ?' 'Not a bit of it,' replied Sikes.
'Not by flash Toby Crackit ?' said the Jew incredulously.

'Think what women are, Bill,' 'No; not even by flash Toby Crackit,' replied Sikes.