u to-morrow, young man. Those two ladies,' pointing
to dolls, 'have an appointment in Bond Street at ten precisely. When
I've dropped 'em there, I'll drive round to you. With a weird little
laugh, Miss Jenny pointed to her crutch-stick as her equipage.

'This is looking alive indeed!' cried Fledgeby, rising.

'Mark you! I promise you nothing,' said the dolls' dressmaker, dabbing
two dabs at him with her needle, as if she put out both his eyes.

'No no. I understand,' returned Fledgeby. 'The damage and waste question
shall be settled first. It shall be made to pay; don't you be afraid.
Good-day, Miss Jenny.'

'Good-day, young man.'

Mr Fledgeby's prepossessing form withdrew itself; and the little
dressmaker, clipping and snipping and stitching, and stitching and
snipping and clipping, fell to work at a great rate; musing and
muttering all the time.

'Misty, misty, misty. Can't make it out. Little Eyes and the wolf in a
conspiracy? Or Little Eyes and the wolf against one another? Can't make
it out. My poor Lizzie, have they both designs against you, either way?
Can't make it out. Is Little Eyes Pubsey, and the wolf Co? Can't make it
out. Pubsey true to Co, and Co to Pubsey? Pubsey false to Co, and Co to
Pubsey? Can't make it out. What said Little Eyes? "Now, candidly?"
Ah! However the cat jumps, HE'S a liar. That's all I can make out at
present; but you may go to bed in the Albany, Piccadilly, with THAT for
your pillow, young man!' Thereupon, the little dressmaker again dabbed
out his eyes separately, and making a loop in the air of her thread and
deftly catching it into a knot with her needle, seemed to bowstring him
into the bargain.

For the terrors undergone by Mr Dolls that evening when his little
parent sat profoundly meditating over her work, and when he imagined
himself found out, as often as she changed her attitude, or turned her
eyes towards him, there is no adequate name. Moreover it was her habit
to shake her head at that wretched old boy whenever she caught his eye
as he shivered and shook. What are popularly called 'the trembles' being
in full force upon him that evening, and likewise what are popularly
called 'the horrors,' he had a very bad time of it; which was not
made better by his being so remorseful as frequently to moan 'Sixty
threepennorths.' This imperfect sentence not being at all intelligible
as a confession, but sounding like a Gargantuan order for a dram,
brought him into new difficult