I hadn't a guess of that.' 'Ah!' said the other, 'do you know that old boy in the carriage is worth a hundred thousand pounds to me?
There he was asleep, and nobody there but you! But I spared him, because I'm a Conservative in politics.' Mr Wickham, pleased to be in a luggage van, was flitting to and fro like a gentlemanly butterfly.
'By Jingo!' he cried, 'here's something for you! "M.

Finsbury, 16 John Street, Bloomsbury, London." M.stands for Michael, you sly dog; you keep two establishments, do you ?' 'O, that's Morris,' responded Michael from the other end of the van, where he had found a comfortable seat upon some sacks.

'He's a little cousin of mine.

I like him myself, because he's afraid of me.

He's one of the ornaments of Bloomsbury, and has a collection of some kind--birds' eggs or something that's supposed to be curious.