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-- and how many of you be there ? -- and what kin are you to my Lady Lettice , now ? and how long look you to tarry with her ? '' `` My mistress , '' said David , doffing his hat , `` a n't like you , I am a lawyer ; and to-morrow morning , at nine o'clock , if you desire it , will I be at your service in the witness-box , for two shillings the week and my diet . For to-night , I wish you good even . '' `` Lack-a-daisy ! '' was all that Mrs Abbott could utter , as David rescued the owner of the silvery voice , and bore her off , laughing , to the White Bear .