I may digest it the better, if I sleep on it to-night.' Rosa, composed now, gave him a faithful account of the interview.

Mr.
Grewgious often smoothed his head while it was in progress, and begged to be told a second time those parts which bore on Helena and Neville.

When Rosa had finished, he sat grave, silent, and meditative for a while.
'Clearly narrated,' was his only remark at last, 'and, I hope, clearly put away here,' smoothing his head again.

'See, my dear,' taking her to the open window, 'where they live! The dark windows over yonder.' 'I may go to Helena to-morrow ?' asked Rosa.
'I should like to sleep on that question to-night,' he answered doubtfully.

'But let me take you to your own rest, for you must need it.' With that Mr.Grewgious helped her to get her hat on again, and hung upon his arm the very little bag that was of no earthly use, and led her by the hand (with a certain stately awkwardness, as if he were going to walk a minuet) across Holborn, and into Furnival's Inn.