Our Mutual Friend - The Original Classic Edition. Dickens Charles

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       'Believe me, Miss Abbey, I am truly grateful all the same.'

       'I can believe a good deal,' returned the stately Abbey, 'so I'll try to believe that too, Lizzie.'

       No supper did Miss Potterson take that night, and only half her usual tumbler of hot Port Negus. And the female domestics--two robust sisters, with staring black eyes, shining flat red faces, blunt noses, and strong black curls, like dolls--interchanged the sentiment that Missis had had her hair combed the wrong way by somebody. And the pot-boy afterwards remarked, that he hadn't been

       'so rattled to bed', since his late mother had systematically accelerated his retirement to rest with a poker.

       The chaining of the door behind her, as she went forth, disenchanted Lizzie Hexam of that first relief she had felt. The night was black and shrill, the river-side wilderness was melancholy, and there was a sound of casting-out, in the rattling of the iron-links, and the grating of the bolts and staples under Miss Abbey's hand. As she came beneath the lowering sky, a sense of being involved in a murky shade of Murder dropped upon her; and, as the tidal swell of the river broke at her feet without her seeing how it gathered, so, her thoughts startled her by rushing out of an unseen void and striking at her heart.

       Of her father's being groundlessly suspected, she felt sure. Sure. Sure. And yet, repeat the word inwardly as often as she would, the attempt to reason out and prove that she was sure, always came after it and failed. Riderhood had done the deed, and entrapped her father. Riderhood had not done the deed, but had resolved in his malice to turn against her father, the appearances that were ready to his hand to distort. Equally and swiftly upon either putting of the case, followed the frightful possibility that her father, being in-

       nocent, yet might come to be believed guilty. She had heard of people suffering Death for bloodshed of which they were afterwards

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       proved pure, and those ill-fated persons were not, first, in that dangerous wrong in which her father stood. Then at the best, the beginning of his being set apart, whispered against, and avoided, was a certain fact. It dated from that very night. And as the great black river with its dreary shores was soon lost to her view in the gloom, so, she stood on the river's brink unable to see into the vast blank misery of a life suspected, and fallen away from by good and bad, but knowing that it lay there dim before her, stretching away to the great ocean, Death.

       One thing only, was clear to the girl's mind. Accustomed from her very babyhood promptly to do the thing that could be done--

       whether to keep out weather, to ward off cold, to postpone hunger, or what not--she started out of her meditation, and ran home.

       The room was quiet, and the lamp burnt on the table. In the bunk in the corner, her brother lay asleep. She bent over him softly,

       kissed him, and came to the table.

       'By the time of Miss Abbey's closing, and by the run of the tide, it must be one. Tide's running up. Father at Chiswick, wouldn't think of coming down, till after the turn, and that's at half after four. I'll call Charley at six. I shall hear the church-clocks strike, as I sit here.'

       Very quietly, she placed a chair before the scanty fire, and sat down in it, drawing her shawl about her.

       'Charley's hollow down by the flare is not there now. Poor Charley!'

       The clock struck two, and the clock struck three, and the clock struck four, and she remained there, with a woman's patience and her own purpose. When the morning was well on between four and five, she slipped off her shoes (that her going about, might not wake Charley), trimmed the fire sparingly, put water on to boil, and set the table for breakfast. Then she went up the ladder, lamp in hand, and came down again, and glided about and about, making a little bundle. Lastly, from her pocket, and from the chimneypiece, and from an inverted basin on the highest shelf she brought halfpence, a few sixpences, fewer shillings, and fell to laboriously and noiselessly counting them, and setting aside one little heap. She was still so engaged, when she was startled by:

       'Hal-loa!' From her brother, sitting up in bed.

       'You made me jump, Charley.'

       'Jump! Didn't you make ME jump, when I opened my eyes a moment ago, and saw you sitting there, like the ghost of a girl miser, in

       the dead of the night.'

       'It's not the dead of the night, Charley. It's nigh six in the morning.'

       'Is it though? But what are you up to, Liz?'

       'Still telling your fortune, Charley.'

       'It seems to be a precious small one, if that's it,' said the boy. 'What are you putting that little pile of money by itself for?'

       'For you, Charley.'

       'What do you mean?'

       'Get out of bed, Charley, and get washed and dressed, and then I'll tell you.'

       Her composed manner, and her low distinct voice, always had an influence over him. His head was soon in a basin of water, and out

       of it again, and staring at her through a storm of towelling.

       'I never,' towelling at himself as if he were his bitterest enemy, 'saw such a girl as you are. What IS the move, Liz?'

       'Are you almost ready for breakfast, Charley?'

       'You can pour it out. Hal-loa! I say? And a bundle?'

       'And a bundle, Charley.'

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       'You don't mean it's for me, too?'

       'Yes, Charley; I do; indeed.'

       More serious of face, and more slow of action, than he had been, the boy completed his dressing, and came and sat down at the little

       breakfast-table, with his eyes amazedly directed to her face.

       'You see, Charley dear, I have made up my mind that this is the right time for your going away from us. Over and above all the

       blessed change of by-and-bye, you'll be much happier, and do much better, even so soon as next month. Even so soon as next week.'

       'How do you know I shall?'

       'I don't quite know how, Charley, but I do.' In spite of her unchanged manner of speaking, and her unchanged appearance of composure, she scarcely trusted herself to look at him, but kept her eyes employed on the cutting and buttering of his bread, and on the mixing of his tea, and other such little preparations. 'You must leave father to me, Charley--I will do what I can with him--but you must go.'

       'You don't stand upon ceremony, I think,' grumbled the boy, throwing his bread and butter about, in an ill-humour. She made him no answer.

       'I tell you what,' said the boy, then, bursting out into an angry whimpering, 'you're a selfish jade, and you think there's not enough for

       three of us, and you want to get rid of me.'

       'If you believe so, Charley,--yes, then I believe too, that I am a selfish jade, and that I think there's not enough for three of us, and

       that I want to get rid of you.'

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