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covered up, as if the family were in the country. Knocking at the room-door, he was told to enter from within; and doing so found himself in a spacious library, where, at a table strewn with files and papers, were a stately lady in a bonnet; and a not very stately gentleman in black who wrote from her dictation; while another, and an older, and a much statelier gentleman, whose hat and cane were on the table, walked up and down, with one hand in his breast, and looked complacently from time to time at his own picture—a full length; a very full length—hanging—over the fireplace.

“What is this?” said the last-named gentleman. “Mr. Fish, will you have the goodness to attend?”

Mr. Fish begged pardon, and taking the letter from Toby, handed it, with great respect.

“From Alderman Cute, Sir Joseph.”

“Is this all? Have you nothing else. Porter?” inquired Sir Joseph. Toby replied in the negative.

“You have no bill or demand upon me—my name is Bowley, Sir Joseph Bowley—of any kind from anybody, have you?” said Sir Joseph. “If you have, present it. There is a cheque-book by the side of Mr. Fish. I allow nothing to be carried into the New Year. Every description of account is settled in this house at the close of the old one. So that if death was to—to—”

“To cut,” suggested Mr, Fish.