under circumstances very like the present, and, for anything he knew

to the contrary, by guides very like the Marchioness. His regard for

Kit, however, overcame every other consideration. So, entrusting

Whisker to the charge of a man who was lingering hard by in

expectation of the Job, he suffered his companion to take his hand,

and to lead him up the dark and narrow stairs.

He was not a little surprised to find himself conducted into a dimly-

lighted sick chamber, where a man was sleeping tranquilly in bed.

An't it nice to see him lying there so quiet?' said his guide, in an

earnest whisper. 'Oh! you'd say it was, if you had only seen him two or

three days ago.'

Mr Abel made no answer, and, to say the truth, kept a long way from

the bed and very near the door. His guide, who appeared to

understand his reluctance, trimmed the candle, and taking it in her

hand, approached the bed. As she did so, the sleeper started up, and

he recognised in the wasted face the features of Richard Swiveller.

Why, how is this?' said Mr Abel kindly, as he hurried towards him.

You have been ill?'

Very,' replied Dick. 'Nearly dead. You might have chanced to hear of

your Richard on his bier, but for the friend I sent to fetch you.

Another shake of the hand, Marchioness, if you please. Sit down, Sir.'

Mr Abel seemed rather astonished to hear of the quality of his guide,

and took a chair by the bedside.

I have sent for you, Sir,' said Dick - 'but she told you on what

account?'

She did. I am quite bewildered by all this. I really don't know what to

say or think,' replied Mr Abel.

You'll say that presently,' retorted Dick. 'Marchioness, take a seat on

the bed, will you? Now, tell this gentleman all that you told me; and be

particular. Don't you speak another word, Sir.'

The story was repeated; it was, in effect, exactly the same as before,

without any deviation or omission. Richard Swiveller kept his eyes

fixed on his visitor during its narration, and directly it was concluded,

took the word again.

You have heard it all, and you'll not forget it. I'm too giddy and too

queer to suggest anything; but you and your friends will know what to

do. After this long delay, every minute is an age. If ever you went

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