t of restoratives. The name
soon stimulated her to dry her eyes and say:

'It is a highly encouraging circumstance in Edward's illness, I am
thankful to think, and gives one the greatest confidence in his sense
not being impaired, or his proper spirit weakened--down to the time
of poor dear papa's death at all events--that he paid off Mrs General
instantly, and sent her out of the house. I applaud him for it. I could
forgive him a great deal for doing, with such promptitude, so exactly
what I would have done myself!'

Mrs Sparkler was in the full glow of her gratification, when a double
knock was heard at the door. A very odd knock. Low, as if to avoid
making a noise and attracting attention. Long, as if the person knocking
were preoccupied in mind, and forgot to leave off.

'Halloa!' said Mr Sparkler. 'Who's this?'

'Not Amy and Edward without notice and without a carriage!' said Mrs
Sparkler. 'Look out.'

The room was dark, but the street was lighter, because of its lamps. Mr
Sparkler's head peeping over the balcony looked so very bulky and heavy
that it seemed on the point of overbalancing him and flattening the
unknown below.

'It's one fellow,' said Mr Sparkler. 'I can't see who--stop though!' On
this second thought he went out into the balcony again and had another
look. He came back as the door was opened, and announced that he
believed he had identified 'his governor's tile.' He was not mistaken,
for his governor, with his tile in his hand, was introduced immediately
afterwards.

'Candles!' said Mrs Sparkler, with a word of excuse for the darkness.

'It's light enough for me,' said Mr Merdle.

When the candles were brought in, Mr Merdle was discovered standing
behind the door, picking his lips. 'I thought I'd give you a call,' he
said. 'I am rather particularly occupied just now; and, as I happened to
be out for a stroll, I thought I'd give you a call.'

As he was in dinner dress, Fanny asked him where he had been dining?

'Well,' said Mr Merdle, 'I haven't been dining anywhere, particularly.'

'Of course you have dined?' said Fanny.

'Why--no, I haven't exactly dined,' said Mr Merdle.

He had passed his hand over his yellow forehead and considered, as if he
were not sure about it. Something to eat was proposed. 'No, thank you,'
said Mr Merdle, 'I don't feel inclined for it. I was to have dined out
along with Mrs Merdle. But as I didn't feel inclined for dinner, I let
Mrs Merdle go by herself ju