ly awakened, however, he was never absent
from the house one night; and his eagerness for some termination, good
or bad, to the old man's disorder, increasing rapidly, as the time
passed by, soon began to vent itself in open murmurs and exclamations
of impatience.

Nell shrank timidly from all the dwarf's advances towards conversation,
and fled from the very sound of his voice; nor were the lawyer's smiles
less terrible to her than Quilp's grimaces. She lived in such
continual dread and apprehension of meeting one or other of them on the
stairs or in the passages if she stirred from her grandfather's
chamber, that she seldom left it, for a moment, until late at night,
when the silence encouraged her to venture forth and breathe the purer
air of some empty room.

One night, she had stolen to her usual window, and was sitting there
very sorrowfully--for the old man had been worse that day--when she
thought she heard her name pronounced by a voice in the street.
Looking down, she recognised Kit, whose endeavours to attract her
attention had roused her from her sad reflections.

'Miss Nell!' said the boy in a low voice.

'Yes,' replied the child, doubtful whether she ought to hold any
communication with the supposed culprit, but inclining to her old
favourite still; 'what do you want?'

'I have wanted to say a word to you, for a long time,' the boy replied,
'but the people below have driven me away and wouldn't let me see you.
You don't believe--I hope you don't really believe--that I deserve to
be cast off as I have been; do you, miss?'

'I must believe it,' returned the child. 'Or why would grandfather
have been so angry with you?'

'I don't know,' replied Kit. 'I'm sure I never deserved it from him,
no, nor from you. I can say that, with a true and honest heart, any
way. And then to be driven from the door, when I only came to ask how
old master was--!'

'They never told me that,' said the child. 'I didn't know it indeed.
I wouldn't have had them do it for the world.'

'Thank'ee, miss,' returned Kit, 'it's comfortable to hear you say that.
I said I never would believe that it was your doing.' 'That was right!'
said the child eagerly.

'Miss Nell,' cried the boy coming under the window, and speaking in a
lower tone, 'there are new masters down stairs. It's a change for you.'

'It is indeed,' replied the child.

'And so it will be for him when he gets better,' said the boy, pointing
towards the sick