He would visit the old man, or even Richard Swiveller might visit him, and by affecting a deep concern in his behalf, and imploring him to settle in some worthy home, lead to the child's remembering him with gratitude and favour.

Once impressed to this extent, it would be easy, he said, to win her in a year or two, for she supposed the old man to be poor, as it was a part of his jealous policy (in common with many other misers) to feign to be so, to those about him.
'He has feigned it often enough to me, of late,' said Trent.
'Oh! and to me too!' replied the dwarf.

'Which is more extraordinary, as I know how rich he really is.' 'I suppose you should,' said Trent.
'I think I should indeed,' rejoined the dwarf; and in that, at least, he spoke the truth.
After a few more whispered words, they returned to the table, and the young man rousing Richard Swiveller informed him that he was waiting to depart.

This was welcome news to Dick, who started up directly.

After a few words of confidence in the result of their project had been exchanged, they bade the grinning Quilp good night.
Quilp crept to the window as they passed in the street below, and listened.