"Oh! dear nurse!" said the child, looking earnestly up in her face, "let me lie by my brother!"
"Why, my pet?" said Richards.
"Oh! I think he loves me," cried the child wildly. "Let me lie by him. Pray do!"
Mrs Chick interposed with some motherly words about going to sleep like a dear, but Florence repeated her supplication, with a frightened look, and in a voice broken by sobs and tears.
"I’ll not wake him," she said, covering her face and hanging down her head. "I’ll only touch him with my hand, and go to sleep. Oh, pray, pray, let me lie by my brother to-night, for I believe he’s fond of me!"
Richards took her without a word, and carrying her to the little bed in which the infant was sleeping, laid her down by his side. She crept as near him as she could without disturbing his rest; and stretching out one arm so that it timidly embraced his neck, and hiding her face on the other, over which her damp and scattered hair fell loose, lay motionless.
"Poor little thing," said Miss Tox; "she has been dreaming, I dare say."
This trivial incident had so interrupted the current of conversation, that it was difficult of resumption; and Mrs Chick moreover had been so affected by the contemplation of her own tolerant nature, that she was not in spirits. The two friends accordingly soon made an end of their tea, and a servant was despatched to fetch a hackney cabriolet for Miss Tox. Miss Tox had great experience in hackney cabs, and her starting in one was generally a work of time, as she was systematic in the preparatory arrangements.
"Have the goodness, if you please, Towlinson," said Miss Tox, "first of all, to carry out a pen and ink and take his number legibly."
"Yes, Miss," said Towlinson.
"Then, if you please, Towlinson," said Miss Tox, "have the goodness to turn the cushion. Which," said Miss Tox apart to Mrs Chick, "is generally damp, my dear."
"Yes, Miss," said Towlinson.
"I’ll trouble you also, if you please, Towlinson," said Miss Tox, "with this card and this shilling. He’s to drive to the card, and is to understand that he will not on any account have more than the shilling."
"No, Miss," said Towlinson.
"And—I’m sorry to give you so much trouble, Towlinson," said Miss Tox, looking at him pensively.
"Not at all, Miss,"said Towlinson.
"Mention to the man, then, if you please, Towlinson," said Miss Tox, "that the lady’s uncle is a magistrate, and that if he gives her any of his impertinence he will be punished terribly. You can pretend to say that, if you please, Towlinson, in a friendly way, and because you know it was done to another man, who died."
"Certainly, Miss," said Towlinson.
"And now good-night to my sweet, sweet, sweet, godson," said Miss Tox, with a soft shower of kisses at each repetition of the adjective; "and Louisa, my dear friend, promise me to take a little something warm before you go to bed, and not to distress yourself!"
It was with extreme difficulty that Nipper, the black-eyed, who looked on steadfastly, contained herself at this crisis, and until the subsequent
