"Bo!--Is there any of 'em flush enough of money to do the thing? And how should they think it would ever come to be seen by you?--Then, besides, there isn't a chap among them that could come up to the composing a piece of composition like that--no, not for all a whole year's salary--there isn't, by George! You and I couldn't do it, and, of course, _they_ couldn't!" "Ah! I don't know," said Titmouse, doubtfully. "But--honor!--do you really now think there's anything in it?" "I do--I'm blowed if I don't, Tit!" was the sententious answer. "Tol de rol, de rol, de rol, de rol--diddl'em--daddl'em--bang!" almost shouted Titmouse, jumping up, snapping his fingers, and dancing about in a wild ecstasy, which lasted for nearly a minute. "Give me your hand, Hucky," said he presently, almost breathless. "If I _am_ a made man--tol de rol, lol de rol, lol de rol, lol!--you see, Huck!--if I don't give you the handsomest breastpin you ever saw? No paste! real diamond!--Hurrah! I will, by jingo!" Huckaback grasped and squeezed his hand. "We've always been friends, Tit--haven't we?" said he, affectionately. "My room won't hold me to-night!" continued Titmouse; "I'm sure it won't. I feel as if I was, as you may say, swelling all over. I'll walk the streets all night: I couldn't sleep a wink for the life of me! I'll walk about till the shop opens. Oh, faugh! how nasty! Confound the shop, and Tag-rag, and everything and everybody in it! Thirty-five pounds a year? See if I won't spend as much in cigars the first month!" "Cigars! Is that your go? Now, _I_ should take lessons in boxing, to begin with. It's a deuced high thing, you may depend upon it, and you can't be fit company for swells without it, Tit! You can't, by Jove!" "Whatever you like, whatever you like, Hucky!" cried Titmouse--adding, in a sort of ecstasy, "I'm sorry to say it, but how _precious_ lucky that my father and mother's dead, and that I'm an only child--too-ra-laddy, too-ra-laddy!" Here he took such a sudden leap, that I am sorry to say he split his trousers very awkwardly, and that sobered him for a moment, while they made arrangements for cobbling it up as well as might be, with a needle and thread which Huckaback always had by him. "We're rather jumping in the dark a-bit, aren't we, Tit?" inquired Huckaback, while his companion was repairing the breach. "Let's look what it all means--here it is." He read it all aloud again--"'_greatest possible importance_!'--what _can it_ mean? Why the deuce couldn't they speak out plainly?" "What! in a newspaper? Lord, Hucky! how many Titmouses would start up on all sides, if there isn't some already indeed! I wonder what '_greatest possible importance_' can mean, now!" "Some one's left you an awful lot of money, of course"---- "It's too good to be true"----