Let me see; what have I done today?
Disposed of a dead body, saved Pitman, saved my Uncle Joseph, brightened up Forsyth, and drunk a devil of a lot of most indifferent liquor.

Let's top off with a visit to my cousins, and be the instrument of Providence in earnest.

Tomorrow I can turn my attention to leather; tonight I'll just make it lively for 'em in a friendly spirit.' About a quarter of an hour later, as the clocks were striking eleven, the instrument of Providence descended from a hansom, and, bidding the driver wait, rapped at the door of No.

16 John Street.
It was promptly opened by Morris.
'O, it's you, Michael,' he said, carefully blocking up the narrow opening: 'it's very late.' Michael without a word reached forth, grasped Morris warmly by the hand, and gave it so extreme a squeeze that the sullen householder fell back.
Profiting by this movement, the lawyer obtained a footing in the lobby and marched into the dining-room, with Morris at his heels.
'Where's my Uncle Joseph ?' demanded Michael, sitting down in the most comfortable chair.
'He's not been very well lately,' replied Morris; 'he's staying at Browndean; John is nursing him; and I am alone, as you see.' Michael smiled to himself.

'I want to see him on particular business,' he said.
'You can't expect to see my uncle when you won't let me see your father,' returned Morris.
'Fiddlestick,' said Michael.