Which'll make five on you.

And I'll go another seven and sixpence to name which is the helplessest, the unborn baby or you!' He was right in all his particulars.

She came next day with a little boy of three years old, and a little girl of two, and he stood entirely corroborated.
'Got a room now; haven't you ?' the turnkey asked the debtor after a week or two.
'Yes, I have got a very good room.' 'Any little sticks a coming to furnish it ?' said the turnkey.
'I expect a few necessary articles of furniture to be delivered by the carrier, this afternoon.' 'Missis and little 'uns a coming to keep you company ?' asked the turnkey.
'Why, yes, we think it better that we should not be scattered, even for a few weeks.' 'Even for a few weeks, OF course,' replied the turnkey.

And he followed him again with his eyes, and nodded his head seven times when he was gone.
The affairs of this debtor were perplexed by a partnership, of which he knew no more than that he had invested money in it; by legal matters of assignment and settlement, conveyance here and conveyance there, suspicion of unlawful preference of creditors in this direction, and of mysterious spiriting away of property in that; and as nobody on the face of the earth could be more incapable of explaining any single item in the heap of confusion than the debtor himself, nothing comprehensible could be made of his case.

To question him in detail, and endeavour to reconcile his answers; to closet him with accountants and sharp practitioners, learned in the wiles of insolvency and bankruptcy; was only to put the case out at compound interest and incomprehensibility.
The irresolute fingers fluttered more and more ineffectually about the trembling lip on every such occasion, and the sharpest practitioners gave him up as a hopeless job.
'Out ?' said the turnkey, 'he'll never get out, unless his creditors take him by the shoulders and shove him out.' He had been there five or six months, when he came running to this turnkey one forenoon to tell him, breathless and pale, that his wife was ill.
'As anybody might a known she would be,' said the turnkey.
'We intended,' he returned, 'that she should go to a country lodging only to-morrow.