"Well," Lottie said with a growing smile "When I told Bill, Mister Blacke, about bein' in the way with.. uh I think it was Joe, he'd just come back from the pub... he turned white as a ghost and ran back to the pub! Ha, So Joe might take after his da.. but 500 pounds to the bank might change his tune.. or cause him to faint dead away like one of those old dears with an attack of the vapours."