confirmation of this hope, and imparted great satisfaction to Mr. Peggotty.

‘Theer’s one thing furder, Mas’r Davy,’ said he, putting his hand in his breast-pocket, and gravely taking out the little paper bundle I had seen before, which he unrolled on the table. ‘Theer’s these here banknotes — fifty pound, and ten. To them I wish to add the money as she come away with. I’ve asked her about that (but not saying why), and have added of it up. I an’t a scholar.

Would you be so kind as see how ‘tis?’

He handed me, apologetically for his scholarship, a piece of paper, and observed me while I looked it over. It was quite right.

‘Thankee, sir,’ he said, taking it back.