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 business is a long time in progress. When it is quite concluded, and not before, he disengages his ravenous eyes and fingers from it, and answers Mr. George's last remark by saying, " Afraid to order the pipe ? We are not so mercenary as that, sir. Judy, see directly to the pipe and the glass of cold brandy and water for Mr. George." The sportive twins, who have been looking straight before them all this time, except when they have been engrossed by the black leathern cases, retire together, generally disdainful of the visitor, but leaving him to the old man, as two young cubs might leave a traveller to the parental bear. " And there you sit, I suppose, all the day long, eh ? " says Mr. George, with folded arms. " Just so, just so," the old man nods. " And don't you occupy yourself at all ? " " I watch the fire — and the boiling and the roasting — " " When there is any," says Mr. George, with great expression. " Just so. When there is any." " Don't you read, or get read to ? " The old man shakes his head with sharp sly triumph. " No, no. We have never been readers in our family. It don't pay. Stuff. Idleness. Folly. No, no ! " " There's not much to choose between your two states," says the visitor, in a key too low for the old man's dull hearing, as he looks from him to the old woman and back again. " I say !" in a louder voice. " I hear you." " You'U sell me up at last I suppose, when I am a day in arrear." " My dear friend ! " cries Grandfather Smallweed, stretching out both hands to embrace him. "Never! Never, my dear friend ! But my friend in the city that I got to lend you the money — lie might ! " " O ! you can't answer for him ? " says Mr. George ; finishing the enquiry, in his lower key, with the words "you lying old rascal ! " " My dear friend, he is not to be depended on. I woiddn't trust him. He will have his bond, my dear friend." " Devil doubt him," says Mr. George. Charley appearing with a tray, on which are the pipe, a smaU paper of tobacco, and the brandy and water, he asks her, " How do you come here ! you haven't got the family face." " I goes out to work, sir," returns Charley. The trooper (if trooper he be or have been) takes her bonnet ofi", with a light touch for so strong a hand, and pats her on the head. " You give the house almost a wholesome look. It wants a bit of youth as much as it wants fresh air." Then he dismisses her, lights his pipe, and diinks to Mr. Smallweed's friend in the city — the one solitary flight of that esteemed old gentleman's imagination. " So you think he might be hard upon me, eh ? " " I think he might — I am afraid he would. I have known him do it," says Grandfather Smallweed, incautiously, " twenty times." Incautiously, because his stricken better-half, who has been dozing over the fire for some time, is instantly aroused and jabbers " Twenty thousand pounds, twenty twenty-pound notes in a money box, twenty guineas, twenty million twenty per cent, twenty — " and is then cut short by the flying cushion, which the visitor, to whom this singular experiment appears