"But 'tis fur the wife," continued Davis.  "The wife, as honest a body as h'ever breathed, and she's starving.  No, no, it h'aint, h'indeed it ain't, to spend on drink.  I'm none so low as that comes to.  I won't spend a penny of it on drink.  Oh!  Mr Warden, the wife and the new-born babe is a dying of hunger.  Lend us jest one shilling, h'even one shilling, for the love of h'Almighty God!  How 'ud you like ef yer h'own little lad there were starving?"