'Certainly! Thankee.
Captain Cuttle's the man, Uncle.

Wait till I run to Captain Cuttle.
Keep your eye upon my Uncle, will you, Mr Brogley, and make him as comfortable as you can while I am gone?
Don't despair, Uncle Sol.

Try and keep a good heart, there's a dear fellow!' Saying this with great fervour, and disregarding the old man's broken remonstrances, Walter dashed out of the shop again as hard as he could go; and, having hurried round to the office to excuse himself on the plea of his Uncle's sudden illness, set off, full speed, for Captain Cuttle's residence.
Everything seemed altered as he ran along the streets.

There were the usual entanglement and noise of carts, drays, omnibuses, waggons, and foot passengers, but the misfortune that had fallen on the wooden Midshipman made it strange and new.

Houses and shops were different from what they used to be, and bore Mr Brogley's warrant on their fronts in large characters.