“I have given you so much trouble.”

“Signing my name? Yes, certainly. But I am your landlord’s daughter, sir.”

As there was nothing more to do but pay eight sovereigns in earnest of the bargain, pocket the agreement, appoint a time for the arrival of his furniture and himself, and go, Mr. Rokesmith did that as awkwardly as it might be done, and was escorted by his landlord to the outer air. When R. Wilfer returned, candlestick in hand, to the bosom of his family, he found the bosom agitated.

“Pa,” said Bella, “we have got a murderer for a tenant.”

“Pa,” said Lavinia, “we have got a robber.”

“To see him unable for his life to look anybody in the face!” said Bella. “There never was such an exhibition.”