_War._ Run out! _Tho._ Aw niver says what aw donnot mane. An' aw'm glad yo're theer, sir; for William he towd mo to stay till he coom back; but aw've not geet so mich time to spare; and so be's yo're a friend ov th' maister's, yo'll mebbe mind th' shop a smo' bit. Aw mun goo (_going_). _War._ I say, old man--your name's Thomas Pearson--ain't it? _Tho._ Yigh. Aw yer. But hea cooms to to knaw mo name? _War._ I know all about you. _Tho._ Ivvery body knaws ivvery body yere! Aw connot stur a fut fur folks as knaws mo, and knaws mo name, and knaws what aw be after. Lonnon is a dreedfu' plaze. Aw mun geet mo lass to whoam. Yo'll mind th' shop till th' maister cooms back. Good neet (_going_). _War._ (_stopping him_) They want you here a bit. You'd better stop. The man will be back directly. You're too suspicious. _Tho._ Nea, maister, thae'rt wrung theer. Aw've trusted too mich--a theawsand times too mich. _War._ You trusted the wrong people, then. _Tho._ It taks no mak o' a warlock to tell mo that, maister. It's smo' comfort, noather. _War._ Well now, you give me a turn, and hear what I've got to say. _Tho._ Yo're o' tarred wi' th' same stick. Ivvery body maks gam ov th' poor owd mon! Let me goo, maister. Aw want mo chylt, mo Mattie! _War._ You must wait till Mr. Gervaise's man comes back. _Tho._ (_despairingly_) O Lord. Th' peack ov sunbrunt lies they ha' been tellin' me sin' aw coom yere!--childer an o'! _War._ Have patience, man. You won't repent it. _Tho._ What mun be, mun. Aw connot ha' patience, but aw con stop. Aw'd rayther goo, though. Aw'm noan sorry to rest noather. (_Sits down on the dais_.) _Enter_ BILL. _War._ Here, boy! Don't let the old man go till some one comes. _Exit_. _Bill_. All right, sir! Hillo, daddy! There you are! Thank God! _Tho._ What fur, boy? Wull he gie mo mo Mattie again--dosto think? _Bill_. That he will, daddy! You come along, an' you'll know a honest boy next time.--I can't till I see Mr. William, though. _Tho._ Iv thae manes th' maister's mon yere, he's run eawt. An' aw connot goo witho. Aw'm keepin' th' shop till he coom back. An' aw dunnot mich care to goo witho. Aw dunnot mich trust tho. Th' Lord have a care ov mo! Aw dimnot knaw which to trust, and which not to trust. But aw _mun_ wait for maister William, as yo co' him. _Bill_. All right, daddy!--Don't you stir from here till I come back--not for nobody--no, not for Joseph! _Tho._ Aw dunnot knaw no Joseph. _Bill_. I'll soon let you see I'm a honest boy! As you can't go to Mattie, I'll bring Mattie to you: see if I don't! An' if she ain't the right un, I'll take her back, and charge ye nuffin for carriage. Can't say fairer than that, daddy! _Tho._ Bless tho, mo boy! Dosto mane it true? _Bill_. Yes--an' that you'll see, afore you're an 'alf an hour older, daddy. When Mr. William comes, you say to him, "Bill's been.--All right."