"Come in," cries Sir Richard, walking to meet him. "Here--here I am, Levi, utterly ruined. There isn't a soul I dare tell how I am beset, or anything to, but you. Do, for God's sake take pity on me, and think of something! my brain's quite gone--you're such a clever fellow" (he is dragging Levi by the arm all this time towards the candles): "do now, you're sure to see some way out. It is a matter of _honour_; I only want time. If I could only find my Uncle David: think of his selfishness--good heaven! was there ever man so treated? and there's the bank letter--_there_--on the table; you see it--dunning me, the ungrateful harpies, for the trifle--what is it?--three hundred and something, I overdrew; and that blackguard tallow-chandler has been three times to my house in town, for payment to-day, and it's more than I thought--near four thousand, he says--the scoundrel! It's just the same to him two months hence; he's full of money, the beast--a fellow like that--it's delight to him to get hold of a gentleman, and he won't take a bill--the lying rascal! He is pressed for cash just now--a pug-faced villain with three hundred thousand pounds! Those scoundrels! I mean the people, whatever they are, that lent me the money; it turns out it was all but at sight, and they were with my attorney to-day, and they won't wait. I wish I was shot; I envy the dead dogs rolling in the Thames! By heaven; Levi, I'll say you're the best friend man ever had on earth, I will, if you manage something! I'll never forget it to you; I'll have it in my power, yet! no one ever said I was ungrateful; I swear I'll be the making of you! _Do_, Levi, think; you're accustomed to--to emergency, and unless you will, I'm utterly ruined--ruined, by heaven, before I have time to think!" The Jew listened to all this with his hands in his pockets, leaning back in his chair, with his big eyes staring on the wild face of the baronet, and his heavy mouth hanging. He was trying to reduce his countenance to vacancy. "What about them shettlements, Sir Richard--a nishe young lady with a ha-a-tful o' money?" insinuated Levi. "I've been thinking over that, but it wouldn't do, with my affairs in this state, it would not be honourable or straight. Put that quite aside." Mr. Levi gaped at him for a moment solemnly, and turned suddenly, and, brute as he was, spit on the Turkey carpet. He was not, as you perceive, ceremonious; but he could not allow the baronet to see the laughter that without notice caught him for a moment, and could think of no better way to account for his turning away his head. "That'sh wery honourable indeed," said the Jew, more solemn than ever; "and if you can't play in that direction, I'm afraid you're in queer shtreet."