_Dennis._ I've stretched my neck half a yard longer, looking out after that rapscallion, Dan. Och! and is it yourself I see, at last? There he comes, in a snail's trot, with a basket behind him, like a stage coach. _Enter DAN, with a Basket at his Back._ Dan, you devil! aren't you a beast of a waiter? _Dan._ What for? _Dennis._ To stay out so, the first day of company. _Dan._ Come, that be a good un! I ha' waited for the company a week, and I defy you to say I ever left the house till they comed. _Dennis._ Well, and that's true. Pacify me with a good reason, and you'll find me a dutiful master. Arrah, Dan, what's that hump grown out at your back, on the road? _Dan._ Plenty o' meat and drink. I ha'n't had such a hump o' late, at my stomach. [_Puts the Basket on the Ground._ _Dennis._ And who harnessed you, Dan, with all that kitchen stuff? _Dan._ He as ware rack'd, and took I wi' un to Penzance, for a companion. He order'd I, as I said things were a little famish'd like, here, to buy this for the young woman, and the old man he ha' brought back wi' un. _Dennis._ Then you have been gabbling your ill looking stories about my larder, you stone eater! _Dan._ Larder! I told un you had three live pigs as ware dying. _Dennis._ Oh fie! Think you, won't any master discharge a man sarvant that shames him? Thank your luck, I can't blush. But is the old fellow, our customer has brought, his intimate friend, he never saw but once, thirty years ago? _Dan._ Ees; that be old Job Thornberry, the brazier; and, as sure as you stand there, when we got to his shop, they were going to make him a banker. _Dennis._ A banker! I never saw one made. How do they do it? _Dan._ Why, the bum baileys do come into his house, and claw away all his goods and furniture. _Dennis._ By the powers, but that's one way of setting a man going in business! _Dan._ When we got into the shop, there they were, as grum as thunder.--You ha' seen a bum bailey? _Dennis._ I'm not curious that way. I might have seen one, once or twice; but I was walking mighty fast, and had no time to look behind me. _Dan._ My companion--our customer--he went up stairs, and I bided below;--and then they began a knocking about the goods and chapels.--That ware no business o' mine. _Dennis._ Sure it was not. _Dan._ Na, for sartin; so I ax'd 'em what they were a doing;--and they told I, wi' a broad grin, taking an invention of the misfortunate man's defects. _Dennis._ Choke their grinning! The law of the land's a good doctor; but, bad luck to those that gorge upon such a fine physician's poor patients! Sure, we know, now and then, it's mighty wholesome to bleed; but nobody falls in love with the leech. _Dan._ They comed down stairs--our customer and the brazier; and the head baily he began a bullocking at the old man, in my mind, just as one christian shou'dn't do to another. I had nothing to do wi' that. _Dennis._ Damn the bit.