"I am not prepared to go that length, Mr. Vavasor,--not altogether to go that length,--ugh--ugh--ugh."
"Then, will you tell me what you have done in the matter?"
"Well,--upon my word, you've taken me a little by surprise. Let me see. Pinkle,--Pinkle." Pinkle was a clerk who sat in an inner room, and Mr. Tombe's effort to call him seemed to be most ineffectual. But Pinkle understood the sound, and came. "Pinkle, didn't we pay some money into Hock and Block's a few weeks since, to the credit of Mr. George Vavasor?"
"Did we, sir?" said Pinkle, who probably knew that his employer was an old fox, and who, perhaps, had caught something of the fox nature himself.

"Well - upon my word, you've taken me a little by surprise. Let me see. Pinkle - Pinkle!" Pinkle was a clerk who sat in an inner room, and who now came in. "Pinkle, didn't we pay some money into Hock and Block's a few weeks since, to the credit of Mr. George Vavasor?"
"Did we, sir?" said Pinkle, who knew that his employer was an old fox, and who, perhaps, had caught something of the fox nature himself.
