o have
been worth from three to five thousand pound.'

Mr Pancks put his hair erect with a general aspect of confidence that
could hardly have been surpassed, if he had had the amount in his
pocket. These incontrovertible figures had been the occupation of every
moment of his leisure since he had lost his money, and were destined to
afford him consolation to the end of his days.

'However,' said Mr Pancks, 'enough of that. Altro, old boy, you have
seen the figures, and you know how they come out.' Mr Baptist, who had
not the slightest arithmetical power of compensating himself in this
way, nodded, with a fine display of bright teeth.

At whom Mr Flintwinch had been looking, and to whom he then said:

'Oh! it's you, is it? I thought I remembered your face, but I wasn't
certain till I saw your teeth. Ah! yes, to be sure. It was this
officious refugee,' said Jeremiah to Mrs Clennam, 'who came knocking
at the door on the night when Arthur and Chatterbox were here, and who
asked me a whole Catechism of questions about Mr Blandois.'

'It is true,' Mr Baptist cheerfully admitted. 'And behold him, padrone!
I have found him consequentementally.'

'I shouldn't have objected,' returned Mr Flintwinch, 'to your having
broken your neck consequentementally.'

'And now,' said Mr Pancks, whose eye had often stealthily wandered to
the window-seat and the stocking that was being mended there, 'I've
only one other word to say before I go. If Mr Clennam was here--but
unfortunately, though he has so far got the better of this fine
gentleman as to return him to this place against his will, he is ill
and in prison--ill and in prison, poor fellow--if he was here,' said Mr
Pancks, taking one step aside towards the window-seat, and laying
his right hand upon the stocking; 'he would say, "Affery, tell your
dreams!"'

Mr Pancks held up his right forefinger between his nose and the stocking
with a ghostly air of warning, turned, steamed out and towed Mr Baptist
after him. The house-door was heard to close upon them, their steps
were heard passing over the dull pavement of the echoing court-yard, and
still nobody had added a word. Mrs Clennam and Jeremiah had exchanged a
look; and had then looked, and looked still, at Affery, who sat mending
the stocking with great assiduity.

'Come!' said Mr Flintwinch at length, screwing himself a curve or two in
the direction of the window-seat, and rubbing the palms of his hands on
his coat-tail as if