companions here? How often am I to tell you that my life is one of care

and self-denial, and that I am poor?'

How often am I to tell you,' returned the other, looking coldly at him,

that I know better?'

You have chosen your own path,' said the old man. 'Follow it. Leave

Nell and me to toil and work.'

Nell will be a woman soon,' returned the other, 'and, bred in your

faith, she'll forget her brother unless he shows himself sometimes.'

'Take care,' said the old man with sparkling eyes, 'that she does not

forget you when you would have her memory keenest. Take care that

the day don't come when you walk barefoot in the streets, and she

rides by in a gay carriage of her own.'

You mean when she has your money?' retorted the other. 'How like a

poor man he talks!'

And yet,' said the old man dropping his voice and speaking like one

who thinks aloud, 'how poor we are, and what a life it is! The cause is

a young child's guiltless of all harm or wrong, but nothing goes well

with it! Hope and patience, hope and patience!'

These words were uttered in too low a tone to reach the ears of the

young men. Mr Swiveller appeared to think the they implied some

mental struggle consequent upon the powerful effect of his address,

for he poked his friend with his cane and whispered his conviction

that he had administered 'a clincher,' and that he expected a

commission on the profits. Discovering his mistake after a while, he

appeared to grow rather sleeply and discontented, and had more than

once suggested the proprieity of an immediate departure, when the

door opened, and the child herself appeared.

The Old Curiosity Shop