“He seems quite taken with little Linny there.”
“I know that,” I said bitterly.
“And yet you brought him here, sir.”
“I? Brought him here?” I exclaimed. “It was going on before I knew them.”
“What! that boy—that parchment slip?” he exclaimed.
“No, no,” I said hastily. “I meant John Lister.”
As the words were leaving my lips, he of whom I spoke passed by on the other side, and turned his face to look up at the second floor, the light from a gas-lamp making his countenance perfectly clear.
“Oh!” said Mr Jabez softly; and, after standing watching the retiring figure, he too went his way.