With this old friend, who in Will's eyes looked no older now than when he first knew him in early childhood, they talked freely of the Applegarth business, and Mr.Turnbull promised to make inquiries at once.

Of course, he took a despondent view of jam.

Jam, he inclined to think, was being overdone; after all, the country could consume only a certain quantity of even the most wholesome preserves, and a glut of jam already threatened the market.

Applegarth?
By the bye, did he not remember proceedings in bankruptcy connected with that unusual name?
He must look into the matter.

And, talking about bankruptcy--oh! how bad his lumbago was to-night!--poor Thomas Hart, of Three Ash Farm, was going to be sold up.