"So he begins feeling in his pockets, and, presently, he gives a kind
of a start, and he brings out half-a-crown. 'There,' he said, 'is
half-a-crown; and if you put five shillings to it, it will make it
seven and six!' 'No!' I said, 'I shall put no five shillings of mine
to no half-crown of yours, and so the least said the soonest mended.
And, if you don't mind, I will go and get myself something to eat,
being hungry, and having, I am thankful to say, money of my own with
which to pay for it.' Then he gives another kind of start, and he
says, 'There! If I didn't make a pasty for you, last night, with my
own hands, and I've been sitting on it all the time,' which he had,
and anything like the mess he'd made of it you never saw. He held it
out to me. 'No,' I said. 'I thank you. I am particular about my
vittles, and I never eat no scraps, and, still less, things what have
been sat down upon.' 'Well,' he said, 'it's a pity it should be
wasted, I'll eat it myself.' Which he did, and me standing in the rain
there looking on. That did put my back up. 'Mr. Evans,' I said, short
and sharp, 'I wish you a good day. I am going.' So I goes. And he
comes running after me, picking at the bits of pasty what was stuck to
the paper; I must say this for Willyum, that it takes a deal to get
his temper up. So I pulls up. 'Now, let us understand each other.
Willyum, if you please, are you going to pay for something for me to
eat, or are you not?' He gives himself a kind of a shake, so as to get
his courage up, and he says, 'You shall have anything you like to eat,
at my expense, Matilda, so long as the cost does not exceed'--then he
hesitated--'ninepence.' Then he gave himself another kind of shake,
which I took as a sign that his courage was running down, 'for both
the two of us.'
"That made me fairly wild it really did. To think that he had promised
to take me somewhere, and that I had been more than three hours there
in the rain, and got wet through, and my things all spoiled--which it
was a new dress I had on, what I had got special for the occasion, and
it had only come home from the dressmaker's the day before--and the
colour was coming out of my parasol--which was likewise new--and my
hair all coming out of curl, and me feeling as limp as a rag,
and starving hungry, and that he should want to put me off with
fourpence-halfpenny worth of food, drawn from him as if it were his
eye-tooth--it did make me feel really wild.
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