Whatever were his amusements, Messrs. Goldshed and Levi grumbled savagely at the cost of them. They grumbled because grumbling was a principle of theirs in carrying on their business. "No matter how it turns out, keep always grumbling to the man who led you into the venture, especially if he has a claim to a share of the profits at the close." So whenever Mr. Larkin saw Messrs. Goldshed and Levi, he heard mourning and imprecation. The Hebrews shook their heads at the Christian, and chaunted a Jeremiad, in duet, together, and each appealed to the other for the confirmation of the dolorous and bitter truths he uttered. And the iron safe opened its jaws and disgorged the private ledger of the firm, which ponderous and greasy tome was laid on the desk with a pound, and opened at this transaction--the matter of Dingwell, Verney, &c.; and Mr. Levi would run his black nail along the awful items of expenditure that filled column after column. "Look at that--look here--look, will you?--look, I say: you never sawed an account like that--never--all this here--look--down--and down--and down--and down--" "Enough to frighten the Bank of England!" boomed Mr. Goldshed. "Look down thish column," resumed Levi, "and thish, and thish, and thish--there's nine o' them--and not one stiver on th' other side. Look, look, look, look, _look_! Daam, it'sh all a quaag, and a quickshand--nothing but shink and shwallow, and give ush more"--and as he spoke Levi was knocking the knuckles of his long lean fingers fiercely upon the empty columns, and eyeing Larkin with a rueful ferocity, as if he had plundered and half-murdered him and his partner, who sat there innocent as the babes in the wood. Mr. Larkin knew quite well, however, that so far from regretting their investment, they would not have sold their ventures under a very high figure indeed. "And that beast Dingwell, talking as if he had us all in quod, by ----, and always whimperin', and whinin', and swearin' for more--why you'd say, to listen to his rot, 'twas _him_ had _us_ under his knuckle--you would--the lunatic!" "And may I ask what he wants just at present?" inquired Mr. Larkin. "What he always wants, and won't be easy never till he gets it--a walk up the mill, sir, and his head cropped, and six months' solitary, and a touch of corporal now and again. I never saw'd a cove as wanted a teazin' more; that's what he wants. What he's looking for, of course, is different, only he shan't get it, nohow. And I think, looking at that book there, as I showed you this account in--considering what me and the gov'nor here has done--'twould only be fair you should come down with summut, if you goes in for the lottery, with other gentlemen as pays their pool like bricks, and never does modest, by no chance." "He has pushed that game a little too far," said Mr. Larkin; "I have considered his feelings a great deal too much."