Not a word of this, you know, except to your master and mistress.' 'Mother, sir, would be glad to know--' said Kit, faltering.
'Glad to know what ?' 'Anything--so that it was no harm--about Miss Nell.' 'Would she?
Well then, you may tell her if she can keep a secret.

But mind, not a word of this to anybody else.

Don't forget that.

Be particular.' 'I'll take care, sir,' said Kit.

'Thankee, sir, and good morning.' Now, it happened that the gentleman, in his anxiety to impress upon Kit that he was not to tell anybody what had passed between them, followed him out to the door to repeat his caution, and it further happened that at that moment the eyes of Mr Richard Swiveller were turned in that direction, and beheld his mysterious friend and Kit together.
It was quite an accident, and the way in which it came about was this.
Mr Chuckster, being a gentleman of a cultivated taste and refined spirit, was one of that Lodge of Glorious Apollos whereof Mr Swiveller was Perpetual Grand.