"That is," replied Gammon, quickly, "so long as I am at his elbow, urging him on--for he wants some one who--hem! In fact, my dear sir, ever since I had the good fortune to make the discovery, which happily brought us acquainted with each other, Mr. Titmouse," [it was old Quirk, as the reader will by and by find, who had made the discovery, and Gammon had for a long time thrown cold water on it,] "I have been doing all I could with him, and I trust I may say, have at last got the thing into shape." "I'll take my oath, sir," said Titmouse, excitedly, "I never was so much struck with any one in all my born days as I was with you, sir, when you first came to my emp--to Mr. Tag-rag's, sir--Lord, sir, how uncommon sharp you seemed!" Gammon smiled with a deprecating air, and sipped his wine in silence; but there was great sweetness in the expression of his countenance. Poor Titmouse's doubts, hopes, and fears, were rapidly being sublimed into a _reverence_ for Gammon.... "I certainly quite agree with Mr. Quirk," said Gammon, presently, "that the difficulties in our way are of the most serious description. To speak, for an instant only, of the risks we ourselves incur personally--would you believe it, my dear Mr. Titmouse?--in such a disgraceful state are our laws, that we can't gratify our feelings by taking up your cause, without rendering ourselves liable to imprisonment for Heaven knows how long, and a fine that would be ruin itself, if we should be found out!" Titmouse continued silent, his wine-glass in his hand arrested in its way to his mouth; which, together with his eyes, was opened to its widest extent, as he stared with a kind of terror upon Mr. Gammon.--"_Are_ we, then, unreasonable, my dear sir, in entreating you to be cautious--nay, in insisting on your compliance with our wishes, in all that we shall deem prudent and necessary, when not only your own best interests, but our characters, liberties, and fortunes are staked on the issue of this great enterprise? I am sure," continued Gammon, with great emotion, "you will feel for us, Mr. Titmouse. I see you do!" Gammon put his hand over his eyes, in order, apparently, to conceal his emotion, but really to observe what effect he had produced upon Titmouse. The conjoint influence of Gammon's wine and eloquence not a little agitated Titmouse, in whose eyes stood tears. "I'll do anything--anything, sir," Titmouse almost sobbed. "Oh! all we wish is to be allowed to serve you effectually; and to enable us to do that"---- "Tell me to get into a soot-bag, and lie hid in a coal-hole, and see if I won't do it!" "What! a coal-hole? Would you, then, even stop at Tag-rag and Co.'s?" "Ye-e-e-e-s, sir--hem! hem! That is, till the _tenth_ of next month, when my time's up."