Let's ask Gates, another of Mr.Brough's victims." And we went in and spoke to old Gates.
"Well, Mr.Gates," says I, beginning the matter cleverly, "you are one of my masters, you know, at the West Diddlesex yonder ?" "Yees, sure," says old Gates, grinning.

He was a retired servant, with a large family come to him in his old age.
"May I ask you what your wages are, Mr.Gates, that you can lay by so much money, and purchase shares in our Company ?" Gates told us his wages; and when we inquired whether they were paid regularly, swore that his master was the kindest gentleman in the world: that he had put two of his daughters into service, two of his sons to charity schools, made one apprentice, and narrated a hundred other benefits that he had received from the family.

Mrs.Brough clothed half the children; master gave them blankets and coats in winter, and soup and meat all the year round.

There never was such a generous family, sure, since the world began.
"Well, sir," said I to the Captain, "does that satisfy you?
Mr.Brough gives to these people fifty times as much as he gains from them; and yet he makes Mr.Gates take shares in our Company." "Mr.Titmarsh," says the Captain, "you are an honest fellow; and I confess your argument sounds well.

Now tell me, do you know anything about Miss Brough and her fortune ?" "Brough will leave her everything--or says so." But I suppose the Captain saw some particular expression in my countenance, for he laughed and said-- "I suppose, my dear fellow, you think she's dear at the price.