Listen to me. I a learnt the secret on't. What was I, I pray you? Pennyless Aby! Wet and weary! And what am I now? A tell me that. Why I'm a worth--But that's a nether here nor there, I tellee. And what may you be an you please? What should I a bin, an I ad had your settins out? Why Ide a bin what Ide a pleased. A dooke, mayhap; or a lord mayor of Lunnun?--No--A sekittary prime minister?--No--A member of parliament?--No--Ide a bin treasurer!--Treasurer of the three kinkdums. Ide a handled the kole!--I've a feathered my nest as it is; and what would I a done then thinkee?
Stick close to Sir Arthur. Mind your hits, and you have him a safe enough. Didn't I always tellee you must catch 'n by the ear? A cunnin curr always catches a pig by the ear. He expects a proposal for Missee; he does not a know how soon. And who does he expect to propose? Guess, Nicodemus, if you can. Do you mind me? He shan't refuse his consent. Mark you me that! They are his own words. Twenty thousand pounds down! His own words again. What do you say to me now? It's all your own! I mean it's all _our_ own--Do you mind me? For who have you to thank for it? I tellee it is but ask and have--And how do I know that?--What's that to you, Dolt?--No, no--You are a no dolt now--You are a good lad.
I tellee I'm in the secret! So do you flamdazzle Missee. I a heard of your jumpins and swimmins: and so that you do but swim to the main chance, why ay! That's a summut! I a bin to Clifton-Hall. For why? I begind to smell a rat! And there I talked with t'other Missee. I a palavered her over. I a ferretted and a feagued and a worked and a wormed it all out of she. Your name is up! You may go to bed! Do you mind me? You may go to bed to twenty thousand pounds! It is as good as all your own.
I am a to find the kole: that is, I first havin and holdin the wherewithalls, and the whys, and the wherefores. And so do you see me, I expect to have the handlin ont--But that's a nether here nor there. Sir Arthur as good as said it to me--So don't a stand like a Gabriel Gallymaufry all a mort, shilly shally, I would if I durst--A dip in the skimmin dish and a lick of the fingur--That's a not the way with a maiden--What! A don't I know?--Make up to Missee, and say to her, Missee! Here am I! My name is Frank Henley! My father's name is Abimelech Henley! A's a cunnin warm old codger--A tell her that--And says you, here Missee says you am I, at your onnurable Ladyship's reverend sarvice. My father has a got the rhino--A don't forget to tell her that--Smug and snug and all go snacks--Do you mind me? And so, says you, I have a paradventerd umbelly to speak my foolish thofts, says you. That is take me ritely, your Ladyship, says you; under your Ladyship's purtection and currection, and every think of that there umbel and very submissive obedient kind, says you. And so says you, do ee see me Missee, I onnurs and glorifies your Ladyship; and am ready to have and to hold, says you; go fairly go fouly, be happy be lucky, any day o'the week, says you; I and my father, honest Aby, says you. He can raise the wind, says you! He can find the wherewithalls to pay for lawyer's parchment, says you--But mind, that's a nether here nor there--So a here Missee stands I, says you; I and my honest old father--A's got the marygolds, says you! The gilly flowers, the yellow boys, says you! Golore!--But that's a nether here nor there.