‘God bless you, dear Tip. Don’t be too proud to come and see us, when you have made your fortune.’
‘All right!’ said Tip, and went.
But not all the way to Canada; in fact, not further than Liverpool. After making the voyage to that port from London, he found himself so strongly impelled to cut the vessel, that he resolved to walk back again. Carrying out which intention, he presented himself before her at the expiration of a month, in rags, without shoes, and much more tired than ever.
At length, after another interval of successorship to Mrs Bangham, he found a pursuit for himself, and announced it.
‘Amy, I have got a situation.’
‘Have you really and truly, Tip?’
‘All right. I shall do now. You needn’t look anxious about me any more, old girl.’
‘What is it, Tip?’
‘Why, you know Slingo by sight?’
‘Not the man they call the dealer?’