Come, Landlord, as I think you honest, and suspect you only intended to gratify a little foolish curiosity-- _Landlord_.

That was all, Sir, upon my veracity.
_Mr.H._ For this time I will pass it over.

Your name is Pry, I think?
_Landlord_.

Yes, Sir, Jeremiah Pry, at your service.
_Mr.H._ An apt name: you have a prying temper--I mean some little curiosity--a sort of inquisitiveness about you.
_Landlord_.

A natural thirst after knowledge you may call it, Sir.
When a boy, I was never easy but when I was thrusting up the lids of some of my schoolfellows' boxes,--not to steal anything, upon my honor, Sir,--only to see what was in them; have had pens stuck in my eyes for peeping through keyholes after knowledge; could never see a cold pie with the legs dangling out at top, but my fingers were for lifting up the crust,--just to try if it were pigeon or partridge,--for no other reason in the world.