CHAPTER XXXIX.
A FIELD-DAY.
"Now, Nancy, tell me about this thing," said Mrs.Dagon, when the husband was gone.
But Nancy had nothing to tell.
"I don't like his running away with her--that looks bad," continued Mrs.
Dagon.

She pondered a few moments, and then said: "I can tell you one thing, Nancy, which it wasn't worth while to mention to Boniface, who seems to be nervous this morning--but I am sure Fanny proposed the running off.

Alfred Dinks is too great a fool.

He never would have thought of it, and he would never have dared to do it if he had." "Oh dear me!" responded Mrs.Newt.
"Pooh! it isn't such a dreadful thing, if he is only rich enough," said Aunt Dagon, in a consoling voice.

"Every thing depends on that; and I haven't much doubt of it.