And--I say--Dob--don't be angry with me, and I'll give you a hundred next month, when I know my father will stand something handsome; and I'll ask Heavytop for leave, and I'll go to town, and see Amelia to-morrow--there now, will that satisfy you?"

Dob - don't be angry, and I'll give you a hundred next month, when I know my father will pay me something handsome; and I'll ask for leave, and go to town, and see Amelia tomorrow. Will that satisfy you?"
