'Now and then, for a bun.'

'Much custom from your show over the wye?'

'Not so much as a better place would have.'

'Young gents don't live at the Collige, they tell me?'

'No, there's no residence.'

'So naturally they want a plyce where they can 'ev a nibble,
somewheres 'andy?'

'Yes. We have to go further into the town for a decent dinner.'

'Jest what I thought!' exclaimed Andrew, slapping his leg. 'With a
establishment like that opposyte, there'd. ought to be a
medium-sized Spiers & Pond at this 'ere street corner for any man as
knows 'is wye about. That's ~my~ idea, Godwin--see?'

Peak had as yet given but half an ear to his relative's discourse;
he had answered mechanically, and only now was constrained to
serious attention by a note of meaning in the last interrogative. He
looked at the speaker; and Andrew, in the manner of one accustomed
to regard life as a game of cunning, first winked with each eye,
then extended one cheek with the pressure of his tongue. Sickened
with disgust, Godwin turned suddenly away,--a movement entirely
lost upon his uncle, who imagined the young man to be pondering a
fruitful suggestion.