As for Septimus Hardon, he was talking in an abstracted way to old Matt, who was discussing business matters, and urging energetic measures in the office; but talking to Septimus Hardon was a difficult matter, and put you much in mind of catching a grazing horse: you held a bait before him, and then gradually edged him up into a corner, when, just as you thought you had him, he was off and away full gallop to another part of the mental field; and so the work had to be done all over again. Old Matt found it so, and after several times over waking to the fact that while he was talking upon one subject Septimus Hardon was thinking upon another, he rose and took his departure. Volume One, Chapter IX. OLD MATT ON MANNERS. Old Matt Space came daily to Carey-street in search of a job, and generally made an excuse for seeing little Tom, for whom he had a cake, a biscuit, or some small penny toy, purchased of one of the peripatetic vendors in the street. "I always like to support honest industry," said the old man; and when in work, and with a few shillings in his pocket, he would take a walk along the busy streets, and perhaps spend a couple of his shillings with the people whose place of business is the edge of the pavement. "Well, suppose I am a fool for doing it, what then?" said Matt one day. "Ain't ninety per cent of the inhabitants of this precious country of ours what you call fools; and if I, in my folly, help twenty or thirty poor folks up a step in getting their bit of a living, where's the harm? Don't tell me," old Matt would say to his fellow-workmen, beginning to unload the pockets which made his coat-tails stick out almost at right angles; "I don't buy the things because I want them, I do it to help them as wants it; and their name, as it says in the Testament, is `legion.' Now, that's a jumping frog, made of wood, a bit of paint, a bit of string, and a bit of my friend Ike's wax. That's an ingenious toy, that is: who'll have it? whose got a youngster?" Speaking in a large printing-office, amongst twenty or thirty men, there was soon a market for the jumping frog; and then the old man drew out a scrap of something soft and flabby, and held it up. "You wouldn't tell what that is in a hurry," said Matt. "All to encourage industry, you know; that's a big indy-rubber balloon, that is, only I couldn't pocket it, so I made it collapse first; so that's no good to nobody--pitch it away. Here we have--ah, this is an out-and-out toy, this is, only I've broke the stick, and it wants a bit of glue-- who'll have a climbing monkey?"