It was not eight o'clock yet, but the devil had been up betimes and got through a good deal of his day's work, as we have seen.

The poor little woman had made up her mind to apply to Dangerfield.

She had liked his talk at Belmont, where she had met him; and he enquired about the poor, and listened to some of her woful tales with a great deal of sympathy; and she knew he was very rich, and that he appreciated her Barney, and so she trudged on, full of hope, though I don't think many people who knew the world better would have given a great deal for her chance.
Dangerfield received the lady very affably, in his little parlour, where having already despatched his early meal, he was writing letters.

He looked hard at her when she came in, and again when she sat down; and when she had made an end of her long and dismal tale, he opened a sort of strong box, and took out a thin quarto and read, turning the leaves rapidly over.
'Ay, here we have him--Chapelizod--Sturk, Barnabas--Surgeon, R.I.A., assignee of John Lowe--hey! one gale day, as you call it, only!--September.

How came that?
Rent, L40.