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"Six locks we've passed while you was asleep, not countin' the stop-lock. But maybe you 're not used to travel by canal?" "I thank the Lord, no; or I'd never 'ave put Mr. 'Ucks up to it. Why, I'd walk it quicker, crutch an' all." "What'd you call a reas'nable price for eggs, now at this time o' year?" asked Mr. Bossom, abstractedly sucking the stump of a pencil and frowning at his notebook.
Some folks most folks, I'm comin' to think just can't 'elp theirselves. But it's saddenin'." "0' course," suggested Sam, "I might take on the job single-'anded. My orders don't go beyond this place; but the beer'll wait, and 'Ucks per'aps won't mind my takin' a 'oliday not if I explain." Tilda regarded him for a while before answering.
"No, I didn'. It was 'Ucks that mentioned Stratford said you'd find a cargo of beer there, which sounded all right: an' Mortimer jumped at it soon as ever he 'eard the name. Mortimer said it was the dream of his youth an' the perspiration of his something else I can't tell the ezact words; but when he talked like that, how was I to guess there was anything wrong with the place?"
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?
Well, who's goin' to look for you here, aboard an innercent boat laid here between locks an' waitin' till the full of her cargo comes down to Tizzer's Green wharf or Ibbetson's? Next" he checked off the items on his fingers "there's the Mortimers. In duty to 'Ucks, I got to choose Mortimer a pitch where he'll draw a 'ouse.
But the devil is, these playactors have mixed themselves up in it, and the Doctor is warm on Mortimer's scent." "I thought o' that d'reckly he told me. But O, Mr. 'Ucks, I thought on such a neav'nly plan!" Tilda clasped hands over an uplifted knee and gazed on him. Her eyes shone.
'Ucks don't know that, and I'm tonin' 'im up to it. . . . You 'aven't put in what I told yer about me tellin' Mr. Jessup as Bill was my brother-in-law an' 'is callin' back to us that 'e'd look after us 'ere." "No." "W'y not?" There was reason for Tilda's averted gaze. She had to watch the tug's deck. But why did her face flush? "Because it isn't true." "It got us 'ere," she retorted.
Mortimer's as he made this demand. "You will excuse my putting it so plainly, Smiles, but I may venture a guess that in the matter of conducting a theatrical tour you are, comparatively speaking, a tiro?" "I've got to account to 'Ucks, if that's what you mean," Sam assented. "The bill, Smiles, is the theatrical agent's first thought; the beginning which is notoriously half the battle.
Your delivery will be immature, doubtless; but with some tuition from me " "If you try it on, I'll tell 'Ucks," the girl threatened, by this time desperate. "You're like all the actors leastways you're like all that ever I met; an', take it 'ow you will, I got to say it. Once get started on yer own lay, an' everything elst goes out o' yer 'eads.
'Ucks? And what might you be wantin', Mr. 'Ucks?" "Nineteen pound ten," Mr. Hucks answered tersely. "Then you can't 'ave it." "That's a pity." He appeared to ruminate for a second or two. "And I can't offer to take it out in orphans, neither. Very well, then, I must see Glasson." "You can't; 'e's not at 'ome." "That's a worse pity.
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