er that played before Moses! Had you there,
Dab. Dab, get a fresh bottle of Burgundy for Mr. Hoskins." And before
he knew where he was, there was Gus for the first time in his life
drinking Clos-Vougeot. Gus said he had never tasted Bergamy before, at
which the bailiff sneered, and told him the name of the wine.

"_Old Clo_! What?" says Gus; and we laughed: but the Hebrew gents did
not this time.

"Come, come, sir!" says Mr. Aminadab's friend, "ve're all shentlemen
here, and shentlemen never makish reflexunsh upon other gentlemen'sh
pershuashunsh."

After this feast was concluded, Gus and I retired to my room to consult
about my affairs. With regard to the responsibility incurred as a
shareholder in the West Diddlesex, I was not uneasy; for though the
matter might cause me a little trouble at first, I knew I was not a
shareholder; that the shares were scrip shares, making the dividend
payable to the bearer; and my aunt had called back her shares, and
consequently I was free. But it was very unpleasant to me to consider
that I was in debt nearly a hundred pounds to tradesmen, chiefly of Mrs.
Hoggarty's recommendation; and as she had promised to be answerable for
their bills, I determined to send her a letter reminding her of her
promise, and begging her at the same time to relieve me from Mr. Von
Stiltz's debt, for which I was arrested: and which was incurred not
certainly at her desire, but at Mr. Brough's; and would never have been
incurred by me but at the absolute demand of that gentleman.

I wrote to her, therefore, begging her to pay all these debts, and
promised myself on Monday morning again to be with my dear wife. Gus
carried off the letter, and promised to deliver it in Bernhard Street
after church-time; taking care that Mary should know nothing at all of
the painful situation in which I was placed. It was near midnight when
we parted, and I tried to sleep as well as I could in the dirty little
sofa-bedstead of Mr. Aminadab's back-parlour.

That morning was fine and sunshiny, and I heard all the bells ringing
cheerfully for church, and longed to be walking to the Foundling with my
wife: but there were the three iron doors between me and liberty, and I
had nothing for it but to read my prayers in my own room, and walk up and
down afterwards in the court at the back of the house. Would you believe
it? This very court was like a cage! Great iron bars covered it in from
one end to another; and here