I’ll get a nice bit of something to eat.
A thousand thanks to you, madam.
[Exit Mary with the plate.]
Liza [who has been standing near the door all the time]
Well, she’s going to get you something.
Heaven reward her.
Hungry as all that?
I’m on my beam ends.
That’s all very well to say, living in a fine house, as you are, dry and warm and well-fed. But what have I to cheer up about?
Isn’t there anything you could pop?
Nothing you can take to the pawn-shop? I’ve tided over times I wanted a bit of cash that way sometimes.
What could I pawn?
Well, well you’ve a watch-chain.
A bit of old leather.
But what about the watch?
I’ve no watch.
O, funny having a watch-chain then.
O, that’s only for this; it’s a bit of crystal.
Funny bit of a thing. What’s it for?
I don’t know.
Was it give to you?
I don’t know. I don’t know how I got it.
Don’t know how you got it?
No, I can’t remember at all. But I’ve a feeling about it, I can’t explain what I feel; but I don’t part with it.
Don’t you? You might get something on it, likely and have a square meal.