And if that don't get Christopher out of Mr Quilp's way, and satisfy Mr Quilp's grudges," he says, "the Devil's in it." Miss Sally laughed, and said that was the plan, and as they seemed to be moving away, and I was afraid to stop any longer, I went down-stairs again .-- There!' The small servant had gradually worked herself into as much agitation as Mr Swiveller, and therefore made no effort to restrain him when he sat up in bed and hastily demanded whether this story had been told to anybody.
'How could it be ?' replied his nurse.

'I was almost afraid to think about it, and hoped the young man would be let off.

When I heard 'em say they had found him guilty of what he didn't do, you was gone, and so was the lodger--though I think I should have been frightened to tell him, even if he'd been there.

Ever since I come here, you've been out of your senses, and what would have been the good of telling you then ?' 'Marchioness,' said Mr Swiveller, plucking off his nightcap and flinging it to the other end of the room; 'if you'll do me the favour to retire for a few minutes and see what sort of a night it is, I'll get up.' 'You mustn't think of such a thing,' cried his nurse.
'I must indeed,' said the patient, looking round the room.
'Whereabouts are my clothes ?' 'Oh, I'm so glad--you haven't got any,' replied the Marchioness.
'Ma'am!' said Mr Swiveller, in great astonishment.
'I've been obliged to sell them, every one, to get the things that was ordered for you.

But don't take on about that,' urged the Marchioness, as Dick fell back upon his pillow.