'Whose ?' 'Not--' 'Yes,' said Dick, 'the same.

You needn't mention her name.

There's no such name now.

Her name is Cheggs now, Sophy Cheggs.

Yet loved I as man never loved that hadn't wooden legs, and my heart, my heart is breaking for the love of Sophy Cheggs.' With this extemporary adaptation of a popular ballad to the distressing circumstances of his own case, Mr Swiveller folded up the parcel again, beat it very flat between the palms of his hands, thrust it into his breast, buttoned his coat over it, and folded his arms upon the whole.
'Now, I hope you're satisfied, sir,' said Dick; 'and I hope Fred's satisfied.