great an intimacy with Jacob's habits, he added, "You watch him, while I run for the constable." And he hurried out of the shop.
"Why, where do you come from, my man?" said Mr Palfrey, speaking to Jacob in a conciliatory tone. Jacob was eating his pie by large mouthfuls, and looking round at the other good things in the shop, while he embraced his pitchfork with his left arm and laid his left hand on some Bath buns. He was in the rare position of a person who recovers a long absent friend and finds him richer than ever in the characteristics that won his heart.
"I's Zacob—b'other Zacob—'t home. I love Zavy—b'other Zavy," he said, as soon as Mr Palfrey had drawn his attention. "Zavy come back from z' Indies—got mother's zinnies. Where's Zavy?" he added, looking round and then turning to the others with a questioning air, puzzled by David's disappearance.
"It's very odd," observed Mr Palfrey to his wife and daughters. "He seems to say Freely's his brother come back from th' Indies."
"What a pleasant relation for us!" said Letitia, sarcastically. "I think he's a good deal like Mr Freely. He's got just the same sort of nose, and his eyes are the same colour."
Poor Penny was ready to cry.
But now Mr Freely re-entered the shop without the constable. During his walk of a few yards he had had time and calmness enough to widen his view of consequences, and he saw that to get Jacob taken to the workhouse or to the lock-up house as
