threats as a little pleasant banter, and, moreover, laughing very heartily at one or two rough jokes, which, after repeated applications to the spirit-bottle, he condescended to make.
"It's all very well," said Mr. Sikes; "but I must have some blunt from you to-night."
"I haven't a piece of coin about me," replied the Jew.
"Then you've got lots at home," retorted Sikes, "and I must have some from there."
"Lots!" cried the Jew, holding up his hands. "I haven't so much as would—"
"I don't know how much you've got, and I dare say you hardly know yourself, as it would take a pretty long time to count it," said Sikes; but I must have some to-night, and that's flat."
"Well, well," said the Jew, with a sigh, "I'll send the Artful round presently."
"You won't do nothing of the kind," rejoined Mr. Sikes. "The Artful's a deal too artful, and would forget to come, or lose his way, or get dodged by traps and so be perwented, or any thing for an excuse, if you put him up to