It makes me that sick sometimes when I think of where it's gone to, that I don't know how to bear it.

Well, yes; that is true, Mr.Finn.There never was a man better at bringing home his money to his wife than Bunce, barring that shilling.

If he'd drink it, which he never does, I think I'd bear it better than give it to that nasty Union.

And young Jack writes as well as his father, pretty nigh, Mr.Finn, which is a comfort,"-- Mr.Bunce was a journeyman scrivener at a law stationer's,--"and keeps his self; but he don't bring home his money, nor yet it can't be expected, Mr.Finn.I know what the young 'uns will do, and what they won't.

And Mary Jane is quite handy about the house now,--only she do break things, which is an aggravation; and the hot water shall be always up at eight o'clock to a minute, if I bring it with my own hand, Mr.Finn." And so he was established once more in his old rooms in Great Marlborough Street; and as he sat back in the arm-chair, which he used to know so well, a hundred memories of former days crowded back upon him.