No More Learning

We're falling
pretty low. "

Something cried aloud within him:--This will hurt more than anything
that has gone before. It will recall and remind and suggest and
tantalise, and in the end drive you mad.

"I know it, I know it! " Dick cried, clenching his hands despairingly;
"but, good heavens! is a poor blind beggar never to get anything out of
his life except three meals a day and a greasy waistcoat? I wish she'd
come. "

Early in the afternoon time she came, because there was no young man in
her life just then, and she thought of material advantages which would
allow her to be idle for the rest of her days.

"I shouldn't have known you," she said approvingly. "You look as you
used to look--a gentleman that was proud of himself. "

"Don't you think I deserve another kiss, then? " said Dick, flushing a
little.

"Maybe--but you won't get it yet. Sit down and let's see what I can do
for you. I'm certain sure Mr.
Beeton cheats you, now that you can't go
through the housekeeping books every month. Isn't that true? "

"You'd better come and housekeep for me then, Bessie. "

"Couldn't do it in these chambers--you know that as well as I do. "

"I know, but we might go somewhere else, if you thought it worth your
while. "

"I'd try to look after you, anyhow; but I shouldn't care to have to work
for both of us. " This was tentative.

Dick laughed.

"Do you remember where I used to keep my bank-book? " said he. "Torp took
it to be balanced just before he went away. Look and see. "

"It was generally under the tobacco-jar. Ah! "

"Well? "

"Oh!