The allusion to the purse made him sadder than ever.

He put his hand into his breast-pocket, and felt that it was near his heart: and then he fancied that he again heard her words--'You will be steady; won't you, dear Charley ?' At four o'clock, he was by no means in his usual hurry to go away, and he sat there drawing patterns on his blotting-paper, and chopping up a stick of sealing-wax with his penknife, in a very disconsolate way.

Scatterall went.

Corkscrew went.

Mr.
Snape, having carefully brushed his hat and taken down from its accustomed peg the old cotton umbrella, also took his departure; and the fourth navvy, who inhabited the same room, went also.