“No,” said I.

“He is indeed, sir!” said Mr. Chillip. “Married a young lady of that part, with a very good little property, poor thing.⁠—And this action of the brain now, sir? Don’t you find it fatigue you?” said Mr. Chillip, looking at me like an admiring Robin.

I waived that question, and returned to the Murdstones. “I was aware of his being married again. Do you attend the family?” I asked.

“Not regularly. I have been called in,” he replied. “Strong phrenological developments of the organ of firmness, in Mr. Murdstone and his sister, sir.”