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‘
I
shall
be
passing
present
,
and
I
’
ll
call
,
’
said
Dick
,
winking
his
eye
significantly
.
‘
The
waiter
’
s
quite
helpless
.
The
goods
are
gone
,
Fred
,
and
there
’
s
an
end
of
it
.
’
In
point
of
fact
,
it
would
seem
that
the
waiter
felt
this
wholesome
truth
,
for
when
he
returned
for
the
empty
plates
and
dishes
and
was
informed
by
Mr
Swiveller
with
dignified
carelessness
that
he
would
call
and
settle
when
he
should
be
passing
presently
,
he
displayed
some
perturbation
of
spirit
and
muttered
a
few
remarks
about
‘
payment
on
delivery
’
and
‘
no
trust
,
’
and
other
unpleasant
subjects
,
but
was
fain
to
content
himself
with
inquiring
at
what
hour
it
was
likely
that
the
gentleman
would
call
,
in
order
that
being
presently
responsible
for
the
beef
,
greens
,
and
sundries
,
he
might
take
to
be
in
the
way
at
the
time
.
Mr
Swiveller
,
after
mentally
calculating
his
engagements
to
a
nicety
,
replied
that
he
should
look
in
at
from
two
minutes
before
six
and
seven
minutes
past
;
and
the
man
disappearing
with
this
feeble
consolation
,
Richard
Swiveller
took
a
greasy
memorandum
-
book
from
his
pocket
and
made
an
entry
therein
.
‘
Is
that
a
reminder
,
in
case
you
should
forget
to
call
?
’
said
Trent
with
a
sneer
.
‘
Not
exactly
,
Fred
,
’
replied
the
imperturbable
Richard
,
continuing
to
write
with
a
businesslike
air
.
‘
I
enter
in
this
little
book
the
names
of
the
streets
that
I
can
’
t
go
down
while
the
shops
are
open
.
This
dinner
today
closes
Long
Acre
.
I
bought
a
pair
of
boots
in
Great
Queen
Street
last
week
,
and
made
that
no
throughfare
too
.
There
’
s
only
one
avenue
to
the
Strand
left
often
now
,
and
I
shall
have
to
stop
up
that
to
-
night
with
a
pair
of
gloves
.
The
roads
are
closing
so
fast
in
every
direction
,
that
in
a
month
’
s
time
,
unless
my
aunt
sends
me
a
remittance
,
I
shall
have
to
go
three
or
four
miles
out
of
town
to
get
over
the
way
.
’
‘
There
’
s
no
fear
of
failing
,
in
the
end
?
’
said
Trent
.
‘
Why
,
I
hope
not
,
’
returned
Mr
Swiveller
,
‘
but
the
average
number
of
letters
it
take
to
soften
her
is
six
,
and
this
time
we
have
got
as
far
as
eight
without
any
effect
at
all
.
I
’
ll
write
another
to
-
morrow
morning
.
I
mean
to
blot
it
a
good
deal
and
shake
some
water
over
it
out
of
the
pepper
-
castor
to
make
it
look
penitent
.
“
I
’
m
in
such
a
state
of
mind
that
I
hardly
know
what
I
write
”
—
blot
—
“
if
you
could
see
me
at
this
minute
shedding
tears
for
my
past
misconduct
”
—
pepper
-
castor
—
“
my
hand
trembles
when
I
think
”
—
blot
again
—
if
that
don
’
t
produce
the
effect
,
it
’
s
all
over
.
’
By
this
time
,
Mr
Swiveller
had
finished
his
entry
,
and
he
now
replaced
his
pencil
in
its
little
sheath
and
closed
the
book
,
in
a
perfectly
grave
and
serious
frame
of
mind
.
His
friend
discovered
that
it
was
time
for
him
to
fulfil
some
other
engagement
,
and
Richard
Swiveller
was
accordingly
left
alone
,
in
company
with
the
rosy
wine
and
his
own
meditations
touching
Miss
Sophy
Wackles
.
‘
It
’
s
rather
sudden
,
’
said
Dick
shaking
his
head
with
a
look
of
infinite
wisdom
,
and
running
on
(
as
he
was
accustomed
to
do
)
with
scraps
of
verse
as
if
they
were
only
prose
in
a
hurry
;
‘
when
the
heart
of
a
man
is
depressed
with
fears
,
the
mist
is
dispelled
when
Miss
Wackles
appears
;
she
’
s
a
very
nice
girl
.
She
’
s
like
the
red
red
rose
that
’
s
newly
sprung
in
June
—
there
’
s
no
denying
that
—
she
’
s
also
like
a
melody
that
’
s
sweetly
played
in
tune
.
It
’
s
really
very
sudden
.
Not
that
there
’
s
any
need
,
on
account
of
Fred
’
s
little
sister
,
to
turn
cool
directly
,
but
its
better
not
to
go
too
far
.
If
I
begin
to
cool
at
all
I
must
begin
at
once
,
I
see
that
.
There
’
s
the
chance
of
an
action
for
breach
,
that
’
s
another
.
There
’
s
the
chance
of
—
no
,
there
’
s
no
chance
of
that
,
but
it
’
s
as
well
to
be
on
the
safe
side
.
