'You're a good fellow, upon my word, and speak very kindly.

Of course you know,' he added, after a moment's pause, as he drew his chair towards the fire again, 'I should not hesitate to avail myself of your services if you could help me at all; but mercy on us!'-- Here he rumpled his hair impatiently with his hand, and looked at Tom as if he took it rather ill that he was not somebody else--'you might as well be a toasting-fork or a frying-pan, Pinch, for any help you can render me.' 'Except in the inclination,' said Tom, gently.
'Oh! to be sure.

I meant that, of course.

If inclination went for anything, I shouldn't want help.

I tell you what you may do, though, if you will, and at the present moment too.' 'What is that ?' demanded Tom.
'Read to me.' 'I shall be delighted,' cried Tom, catching up the candle with enthusiasm.