'I don't mind tellin' you, Godwin,' pursued Andrew presently, in a
cautious voice, laying an open hand against his trousers-pocket, 'as
I've been a-doin' pretty good business lytely. Been growin' a bit--
see? I'm runnin' round an' keepin' my heyes open understand?
Thoughts I, now, if I could come acrosst a nicet little openin',
somethink in the rest'rant line, ~that's~ what 'ud sewt me jest
about down to the ground. I'm cut out for it--see? I've got the
practical experience, and I've got the capital; and as soon as I got
a squint of this little corner shop--understand what I mean?'

His eyes gleamed with eagerness which was too candid for the
typically vulgar mind. In his self-satisfaction he exhibited a gross
cordiality which might have made rather an agreeable impression on a
person otherwise disinterested.

At this point the asthmatic woman reappeared, carrying a laden tray.
Andrew at once entered into conversation with her, framing his
remarks and queries so as to learn all he could concerning the state
of the business and the disposition of its proprietors. His nephew,
meanwhile, stung to the core with shame, kept apart, as if amusing
himself with the prospect from the window, until summoned to partake
of the meal. His uncle expressed contempt of everything laid before
them.

'~This~ ain't no wye of caterin' for young gents at Collige!' he
exclaimed. 'If there ain't a openin' 'ere, then I never see one.
Godwin, bo-oy, 'ow much longer'll it be before you're out of you're
time over there?'