I followed him into his room, and he began putting on his gown, and touching himself up before a little glass he had, hanging inside a closet door.

‘I am sorry to say,’ said I, ‘that I have some rather disheartening intelligence from my aunt.’

‘No!’ said he. ‘Dear me! Not paralysis, I hope?’

‘It has no reference to her health, sir,’ I replied. ‘She has met with some large losses. In fact, she has very little left, indeed.’

‘You as-tound me, Copperfield!’ cried Mr. Spenlow.

I shook my head.

‘Indeed, sir,’ said I, ‘her affairs are so changed, that I wished to ask you whether it would be possible — at a sacrifice on our part of some portion of the premium, of course,’