'Call a coach, somebody, pray.

Directly!' A coach was obtained, and Oliver having been carefully laid on the seat, the old gentleman got in and sat himself on the other.
'May I accompany you ?' said the book-stall keeper, looking in.
'Bless me, yes, my dear sir,' said Mr.Brownlow quickly.

'I forgot you.

Dear, dear! I have this unhappy book still! Jump in.

Poor fellow! There's no time to lose.' The book-stall keeper got into the coach; and away they drove..