him and so Mr. Snap agreed with him—two to one against me, Mr. Titmouse

day two to one."

of course they carried the

"Never mind that! only say the figure, sir!" cried Titmouse, eagerly.

"A single year's income, only will hardly

ten thousand pounds

"Ten thousand pounds! By jingo, but that is a slice out of the cake! Oh, Lord!" quoth Titmouse, looking aghast.

"A mere crumb, my dear sir! a trifle! Why, we are going to give you that sum at least every year and indeed it was suggested to our firm, that unless you gave us at least a sum of twenty-five thousand pounds - in fact, we were recommended to look out for some other heir."

"Oh dear! oh Mr. Gammon," cried Titmouse, hastily "it's not to be thought of, sir."

"So I said; and as for throwing it up to be sure we shall have ourselves to borrow large sums to carry on the and unless we have your bond for at least ten thousand pounds, we cannot raise a farthing."

war

"Well -curse me, if you sha'n't do what you like! Give me your hand, and do what you like, Mr. Gammon !"

“Thank you, Mr. Titmouse! How I like a glass of wine with a friend in this quiet way!- you'll always find me rejoiced to show

as

"Your hand! By George - Did n't I take a liking to you from the first? But to speak my mind a bit for Mr. Quirk excuse me - but he's a cur cur mudg― mudg― mudg— eon hem!"

--- cur

Hope you've not been so imprudent, my dear Titmouse," threw in Mr. Gammon, rather anxiously, "as to borrow money eh?"

Devil knows, and devil cares! No stamp, I know

bang up to the mark”.

his finger to his nose

here he winked an eye, and put

"wide awake Huck uck

uck! how his name sti

Gammon here

sticks.

Your hand, Mr.

this, this way—what are you bob

bing your head about for? Ah, ha!

my life! how funny- it's like being at sea he clapped his hand to his head. [Pythagoras has finely observed, that a man is not to be considered dead drunk till he lies on the floor, and stretches out his arms and legs to prevent his going lower.]

See-saw, see-saw, up and down, up and down, went everything about him. Now he felt sinking through the floor, then gently rising towards the ceiling. Mr. Gammon seemed getting into a mist, and waving about the candles in it. Mr. Titmouse's head swam; his chair seemed to be resting on the waves of the sea.

"I'm afraid the room's rather close, Mr. Titmouse," hastily observed Gammon, perceiving from Titmouse's sudden paleness and silence, but too evident symptoms that his powerful intellect was for a while paralyzed. Gammon started to the window and opened it. Paler, however, and paler became Titmouse. Gammon's game was up much sooner than he had calculated on.

"Mrs. Brown! Mrs. Brown!" he called out, opening the sitting-room door — “order a coach instantly, and tell Tomkins" - that was the inn porter" to get his son ready to go home with this gentleman - he's not very well." He was quickly obeyed. It was, in truth, “all up” with Titmouse at least for a while.

As soon as Gammon had thus got rid of his distinguished guest, he ordered the table to be cleared of the glasses, and tea to be ready within half an hour. He then walked out to enjoy the cool evening; on returning,

sat pleasantly sipping his tea, now and then dipping into the edifying columns of the Sunday Flash, but oftener ruminating upon his recent conversation with Titmouse, and speculating upon certain possible results to himself personally; and a little after eleven o'clock, that good man, at peace with all the world calm and serene retired to repose. He had that night rather a singular dream; it was of a snake encircling a monkey, as if in gentle and playful embrace. Suddenly tightening its folds, a crackling sound was heard; the writhing coils were then slowly unwound- and, with a shudder, he beheld the monster licking over the motionless figure, till it was covered with a viscid slime. Then the serpent began to devour his prey; and, when gorged and helpless, behold, it was immediately fallen upon by two other snakes. To his disturbed fancy, there was a dim resemblance between their heads and those of Quirk and Snap and they all three became intertwisted together writhed and struggled till they fell over the edge of a dark and frightful precipice - he woke thank God! it was only a dream.

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CHAPTER V.

WHEN, after his return from Mr. Gammon's chambers, at Thavies' Inn, Titmouse woke at an early hour in the morning, he was laboring under the ordinary effects of unaccustomed inebriety. His lips were perfectly parched; his tongue clave to the roof of his mouth; there was a horrid weight pressing on his aching eyes, and upon his throbbing head. His pillow seemed undulating beneath him, and everything swimming around him; but when, to crown the whole, he was roused from a momentary nap by the insupportable — the loathed importunities of Mrs. Squallop, that he would just sit up and partake of three thick rounds of hot buttered toast, and a great basin of smoking tea, which would do him so much good, and settle his stomach at all events, if he'd only have a thimbleful of gin in it - poor Titmouse was fairly overcome! . . . He lay in bed all that day, during which he underwent very severe sufferings; and it was not till towards night that he began to have anything like a distinct recollection of the events of the evening which he had spent with Mr. Gammon; who, by the way, had sent one of the clerks, during the afternoon, to inquire after him. He did not get out of bed on the Tuesday till past twelve o'clock, when, in a very rickety condition, he made his appearance at the shop of Messrs. Tag-rag and Co.; on approaching which he felt a sudden faintness, arising from mingled apprehension and disgust.

"What are you doing here, sir? - You're no longer in my employment, sir," exclaimed Tag-rag, attempting to

speak calmly, as he hurried down the shop, white with rage, to meet Titmouse, and planted himself right in the way of his languid and pallid shopman.

"Sir!" - faintly exclaimed Titmouse, with his hat in his hand.

--

very! by the offer of your "But that's the way

out again, sir that! there!-good-morning, sir good-morning, sir!-that's the way out"--and he egged on Titmouse, till he had got him fairly into the street — with infinite difficulty restraining himself from giving the extruded sinner a parting kick! Titmouse stood for a moment before the door, trembling and aghast, looking in a bewildered manner at the shop: but Tag-rag again making his appearance, Titmouse slowly walked away and returned to his lodgings. Oh that Mr. Gammon had witnessed the scene thought he and so have been satisfied that it had been Tag-rag who had put an end to his service, not he himself who had quitted it!

The next day, about the same hour, Mr. Gammon made his appearance at the establishment from which Titmouse had been expelled so summarily, and inquired for Mr. Tag-rag, who presently presented himself-and recognizing Mr. Gammon, whose presence naturally suggested the previous day's transaction with Titmouse, changed color a little.

"What did you please to want, sir?" inquired Mr. Tag-rag, with a would-be resolute air, twirling round his watch-key with some energy.

"Only a few minutes' conversation, sir, if you please,” said Mr. Gammon, with such a significant manner as a little disturbed Mr. Tag-rag; who, with an ill-supported sneer, bowed very low, and led the way to his own little room. Having closed the door, he, with an exceedingly civil air, begged Mr. Gammon to be seated; and then