If the old man went away to live with his daughter in the country, his home would be lost to him, and he would have to go out into the great city again alone, with nobody to love.

He could get his living now in a respectable manner, and there was no fear of his being driven to sleep in Covent Garden, or under the bridges.

But he would be alone, and all the links which bound him to Dolly and old Oliver would be snapped asunder.

He wondered if the Lord Jesus would let such a thing be.
"But I couldn't leave Tony," cried old Oliver, suddenly; and putting on his spectacles to look for him.
"Come here, Tony.

He's like my own son to me, bless him! He calls me grandfather, and kept my heart up when I should have sunk very low without him.