Bless you! Bless you!' Invoking this benediction on the heads of his young friends with great fervour, he withdrew to his own room; while they, being tired, soon fell asleep.

If Martin dreamed at all, some clue to the matter of his visions may possibly be gathered from the after-pages of this history.

Those of Thomas Pinch were all of holidays, church organs, and seraphic Pecksniffs.

It was some time before Mr Pecksniff dreamed at all, or even sought his pillow, as he sat for full two hours before the fire in his own chamber, looking at the coals and thinking deeply.

But he, too, slept and dreamed at last.