But one morning, when I was-' 'Was near a keyhole ?' suggested Mr Swiveller, observing that she faltered.
'Well then,' said the small servant, nodding; 'when I was near the office keyhole--as you see me through, you know--I heard somebody saying that she lived here, and was the lady whose house you lodged at, and that you was took very bad, and wouldn't nobody come and take care of you.

Mr Brass, he says, "It's no business of mine," he says; and Miss Sally, she says, "He's a funny chap, but it's no business of mine;" and the lady went away, and slammed the door to, when she went out, I can tell you.

So I run away that night, and come here, and told 'em you was my brother, and they believed me, and I've been here ever since.' 'This poor little Marchioness has been wearing herself to death!' cried Dick.
'No I haven't,' she returned, 'not a bit of it.

Don't you mind about me.

I like sitting up, and I've often had a sleep, bless you, in one of them chairs.