he returned, ‘not being a good scholar, sir, Ham kindly drawed it out, and she made a copy on it.

They told her I was gone to seek her, and what my parting words was.’

‘Is that another letter in your hand?’ said I.

‘It’s money, sir,’ said Mr. Peggotty, unfolding it a little way. ‘Ten pound, you see. And wrote inside, “From a true friend,” like the fust. But the fust was put underneath the door, and this come by the post, day afore yesterday. I’m a-going to seek her at the post-mark.’

He showed it to me.

It was a town on the Upper Rhine. He had found out, at Yarmouth, some foreign dealers who knew that