CHAPTER C.
TODD TAKES HIS LAST WALK UP FLEET STREET AND TO BELL YARD.
The twelve o’clock batch of pies went up, and down came the little missive of Mrs. Lovett respecting the four o’clock lot to the cook; but no Mrs. Lovett made her appearance, to relieve Mrs. Stag from her duties in the shop.
“Ah,” said that elongated lady, “it’s all very well of Mrs. L. to say she would pay me for the day. I suppose she means to make a day of it, and that’s the reason. Now, young man, what’s for you?”
“A pork with a nob of veal in it to give it a relish,” was the reply of the young scion of the law, to whom Stag had addressed herself.
“Go along with you, I don’t want none o’ your impertinence.”
“Now, ma’am, look alive. Two veals if you please. One pork—five porks—four veals. Do you make half a veal
