As he could read in it, however, no additional information or anything to lead him to believe he had spoken falsely; and as Mr Swiveller, left to his own meditations, sighed deeply, and was evidently growing maudlin on the subject of Mrs Cheggs; the dwarf soon broke up the conference and took his departure, leaving the bereaved one to his melancholy ruminations.
'Have been brought together, eh ?' said the dwarf as he walked the streets alone.

'My friend has stolen a march upon me.

It led him to nothing, and therefore is no great matter, save in the intention.

I'm glad he has lost his mistress.

Ha ha! The blockhead mustn't leave the law at present.