nting-house was a wall-eyed ground floor by a dark gateway,
and Bella was considering, as she approached it, could there be any
precedent in the City for her going in and asking for R. Wilfer, when
whom should she see, sitting at one of the windows with the plate-glass
sash raised, but R. Wilfer himself, preparing to take a slight
refection.

On approaching nearer, Bella discerned that the refection had
the appearance of a small cottage-loaf and a pennyworth of milk.
Simultaneously with this discovery on her part, her father discovered
her, and invoked the echoes of Mincing Lane to exclaim 'My gracious me!'

He then came cherubically flying out without a hat, and embraced her,
and handed her in. 'For it's after hours and I am all alone, my dear,'
he explained, 'and am having--as I sometimes do when they are all
gone--a quiet tea.'

Looking round the office, as if her father were a captive and this his
cell, Bella hugged him and choked him to her heart's content.

'I never was so surprised, my dear!' said her father. 'I couldn't
believe my eyes. Upon my life, I thought they had taken to lying! The
idea of your coming down the Lane yourself! Why didn't you send the
footman down the Lane, my dear?'

'I have brought no footman with me, Pa.'

'Oh indeed! But you have brought the elegant turn-out, my love?'

'No, Pa.'

'You never can have walked, my dear?'

'Yes, I have, Pa.'

He looked so very much astonished, that Bella could not make up her mind
to break it to him just yet.

'The consequence is, Pa, that your lovely woman feels a little faint,
and would very much like to share your tea.'

The cottage loaf and the pennyworth of milk had been set forth on a
sheet of paper on the window-seat. The cherubic pocket-knife, with the
first bit of the loaf still on its point, lay beside them where it had
been hastily thrown down. Bella took the bit off, and put it in her
mouth. 'My dear child,' said her father, 'the idea of your partaking of
such lowly fare! But at least you must have your own loaf and your own
penn'orth. One moment, my dear. The Dairy is just over the way and round
the corner.'

Regardless of Bella's dissuasions he ran out, and quickly returned with
the new supply. 'My dear child,' he said, as he spread it on another
piece of paper before her, 'the idea of a splendid--!' and then looked
at her figure, and stopped short.

'What's the matter, Pa?'

'--of a splendid female,' he resumed more slowly,