Pass the wine, sir--or ring for coffee." With which Mr.Osborne spread out the evening paper, and George knew from this signal that the colloquy was ended, and that his papa was about to take a nap.
He hurried upstairs to Amelia in the highest spirits.

What was it that made him more attentive to her on that night than he had been for a long time--more eager to amuse her, more tender, more brilliant in talk?
Was it that his generous heart warmed to her at the prospect of misfortune; or that the idea of losing the dear little prize made him value it more?
She lived upon the recollections of that happy evening for many days afterwards, remembering his words; his looks; the song he sang; his attitude, as he leant over her or looked at her from a distance.

As it seemed to her, no night ever passed so quickly at Mr.Osborne's house before; and for once this young person was almost provoked to be angry by the premature arrival of Mr.Sambo with her shawl.
George came and took a tender leave of her the next morning; and then hurried off to the City, where he visited Mr.Chopper, his father's head man, and received from that gentleman a document which he exchanged at Hulker & Bullock's for a whole pocketful of money.

As George entered the house, old John Sedley was passing out of the banker's parlour, looking very dismal.

But his godson was much too elated to mark the worthy stockbroker's depression, or the dreary eyes which the kind old gentleman cast upon him.