undue familiarity the stranger might otherwise assume. "Master of the workhouse, young man!"
"You have the same eye to your own interest that you always have had, I doubt not?" resumed the stranger, looking keenly into Mr. Bumble's eyes as he raised them in astonishment at the question. "Don't scruple to answer freely, man. I know you pretty well, you see."
"I suppose a married man," replied Mr. Bumble, shading his eyes with his hand, and surveying the stranger from head to foot in evident perplexity, "is not more averse to turning an honest penny when he can than a single one. Porochial officers are not so well paid that they can afford to refuse any little extra fee, when it comes to them in a civil and proper manner."
The stranger smiled, and nodded his head again, as much as to say he found he had not mistaken his man: then rang the bell.
"Fill this glass again," he said, handing Mr. Bumble's empty tumbler to the landlord.
