then, mastering his feelings by a strong effort, put it in his pocket and buttoned it up. After this, he stirred the fire; after that, he rubbed his hands and looked at Sam.
"Oh my young friend," said Mr. Stiggins, breaking the silence in a very low voice, "here's a sorrowful affliction!"
Sam nodded, very slightly.
"For the man of wrath, too!" added Mr. Stiggins; "it makes a vessel's heart bleed!"
Mr. Weller was overheard by his son to murmur something relative to making a vessel's nose bleed; but Mr. Stiggins heard him not.
"Do you know, young man," whispered Mr. Stiggins, drawing his chair closer to Sam, "whether she has left Emanuel anything?
"Who's he?" inquired Sam.
"The chapel," replied Mr. Stiggins; "our chapel; our fold, Mr. Samuel."
"She hasn't left the fold nothin', nor the shepherd nothin', nor the animals nothin'," said Sam, decisively; nor the dogs neither."
Mr. Stiggins looked slyly at Sam; glanced at the old gentleman, who was sitting with his eyes closed, as if asleep; and drawing his chair still nearer, said:
"Nothing for me, Mr. Samuel?"
Sam shook his head.
"I think there's something," said Stiggins, turning as pale as he could turn. "Consider, Mr. Samuel; no little token?"
"Not so much as the vorth o' that 'ere old umberella o' yourn," replied Sam.
"Perhaps," said Mr. Stiggins, hesitatingly, after a few moments' deep thought, "perhaps she recommended me to the care of the man of wrath, Mr. Samuel?"
"I think that's wery likely, from what he said," rejoined Sam; "he wos a speakin' about you, jist now."
"Was he, though?" exclaimed Stiggins brightening up. "Ah! He's changed, I dare say. We might live very
