"Ah!" said the legal gentleman, with a quiet, well-bred smile, which no amount of torturing would have turned into a laugh. "It wherrits me to hear her, sir--awful," said Tim; "and I think if them as belongs to her knowed, they'd--" "Give instructions? eh!" said the legal gentleman. "There, there! she's in capital hands--couldn't be in better. Try a little magnesia, or dill water, or squills, or what you like. Good morning, Mr Ruggles. You have the note, I think. This day two months, mind." "But, sir," exclaimed Tim, eagerly, "if you was to put it to them." "Exactly," said the legal gentleman; "Parker & Tomlin's abstract on office-table. Coming!" he exclaimed, replying to some imaginary call. "Good morning, Mr Ruggles; this day two months." Tim found himself the next minute in the entry, holding the money he had received very far down in his pocket with one hand, as if every one in Bedford Row and its vicinity was intent upon garrotting him, and bearing off his cash. "Squills, indeed! magneshy!" muttered Tim, indignantly; "I'd like to give him magneshy--a brute. It's my opinion as they wouldn't much mind if something was to happen, and this sorter thing could be dropped;" and he left hold of his money, drew forth that hand and slapped his pocket; but only to thrust back the hand and once more hold tightly to his treasure, for he told himself that some of it should go in comforts for the child, or he'd know the reason why. Tim crossed Holborn, and made his way into a retired street, where he gave vent to a deep sigh, and, as if continuing his interrupted train of thought, he muttered-- "I can't say as I shall only go once, or whether it'll be twice, or a hundred times, to fetch this; but it's my opinion something will happen." The thought of "something" happening seemed to cut Tim to the quick, for as if to force back the rising grief, he crushed his hat down over his eyes, and hurried through the streets to his abode, where he found Mrs Ruggles waiting to take charge of the money. "Of course not," exclaimed that lady, as soon as Tim, taking advantage of the child having dropped into one of her short slumbers, had related his conversation with the lawyer. "What would they care? Glad of it, as hundreds more would be; but we'll disappoint them; they're not going to get off so easy as they expect." Tim hugged himself in secret as he saw the effect of his words; for after that, for a season, Mrs Ruggles was very particular in seeing that the child took her medicine, and was at the dispensary regularly at the proper hours for receiving advice. But this did not last long; Mrs Ruggles declaring that she thought, after all, there was not much the matter, and returning to her old ways, though even her hard fierce nature shrank from treating so severely as had been her former custom the poor suffering child surely fading away before her eyes. Volume 1, Chapter XXIII. HARRY'S EMPLOY.