You have a trick of fancying all sorts of sums in your pocket; and when you don't find them there, of course they're lost! Now, let's have some breakfast." Arabella told the maids to go out.

Mr.Pole turned to the breakfast-table, rubbing his hands.

Seeing herself and her case abandoned, Mrs.Chump gave a deplorable shout.

"Ye're crool! and young women that look on at a fellow-woman's mis'ry.

Oh! how can ye do ut! But soft hearts can be the hardest.