had been a closed iron furnace in a dark corner of the room, and a voice had called out, over and over again, that Miss Havisham was consuming within it, — these were things that I tried to settle with myself and get into some order, as I lay that morning on my bed.

But the vapor of a limekiln would come between me and them, disordering them all, and it was through the vapor at last that I saw two men looking at me.

“What do you want?” I asked, starting; “I don't know you.”

“Well, sir,” returned one of them, bending down and touching me on the shoulder, “this is a matter that you'll soon arrange, I dare say, but you're arrested.”

“What is the debt?”