seeing me gazing at those bills. I thought the same of you, at first;
upon my word I did.'

'If you had thought so at last, too, sir, you would not have been far
from the truth,' rejoined Nicholas.

'Eh?' cried the old man, surveying him from head to foot. 'What! Dear
me! No, no. Well-behaved young gentleman reduced to such a necessity! No
no, no no.'

Nicholas bowed, and bidding him good-morning, turned upon his heel.

'Stay,' said the old man, beckoning him into a bye street, where they
could converse with less interruption. 'What d'ye mean, eh?'

'Merely that your kind face and manner--both so unlike any I have ever
seen--tempted me into an avowal, which, to any other stranger in this
wilderness of London, I should not have dreamt of making,' returned
Nicholas.

'Wilderness! Yes, it is, it is. Good! It IS a wilderness,' said the old
man with much animation. 'It was a wilderness to me once. I came here
barefoot. I have never forgotten it. Thank God!' and he raised his hat
from his head, and looked very grave.

'What's the matter? What is it? How did it all come about?' said the old
man, laying his hand on the shoulder of Nicholas, and walking him up the
street. 'You're--Eh?' laying his finger on the sleeve of his black coat.
'Who's it for, eh?'

'My father,' replied Nicholas.

'Ah!' said the old gentleman quickly. 'Bad thing for a young man to lose
his father. Widowed mother, perhaps?'

Nicholas sighed.

'Brothers and sisters too? Eh?'

'One sister,' rejoined Nicholas.

'Poor thing, poor thing! You are a scholar too, I dare say?' said the
old man, looking wistfully into the face of the young one.

'I have been tolerably well educated,' said Nicholas.

'Fine thing,' said the old gentleman, 'education a great thing: a very
great thing! I never had any. I admire it the more in others. A very
fine thing. Yes, yes. Tell me more of your history. Let me hear it all.
No impertinent curiosity--no, no, no.'

There was something so earnest and guileless in the way in which
all this was said, and such a complete disregard of all conventional
restraints and coldnesses, that Nicholas could not resist it. Among
men who have any sound and sterling qualities, there is nothing so
contagious as pure openness of heart. Nicholas took the infection
instantly, and ran over the main points of his little history without
reserve: merely suppressing names, and touching as lightly as possible
upon his uncle's treatment of K