"Good job, too, because you wouldn't catch me giving them to you. Well, how's your policeman?" "Quite well." "Ever see Hallett now?" "Every day nearly." "Humph! Decent fellow, Hallett; sorry he left us. Cleanest proofs I ever had. That man always read his stick, Grace. You always read yours?" "But you forget I am not a printer now, Mr Jabez." "No, I don't, stupid. Can't you see I was speaking in metaphors? Always read your stick, boy, through life. When you've done a thing, go over it again to see if it's right; and then, at the end, you'll find your proof-sheets of life are not half so foul. Tell Hallett, when you see him again, to give me a look up. I rather liked him." "Why, you never seemed to like him, Mr Jabez," I said. "Well, what of that, boy? Can't a man like anybody without always going about and grinning?" He took another pinch of snuff, and then nodded and tapped his box. "How's Mr Grimstone?" I said, smiling. "Oh, hard as a nut, and as awkward. Gives me a deal of trouble." "And is Jem Smith with you still?" "With me? No; but he's in a house close by, the great stupid lout! He's got whiskers now, and grown more thick-headed than ever. Grimstone had a sharp illness, though, over that affair." "What affair?" I asked. "Why, when the partnership was broken up--you know?" "No," I said, wonderingly. "Why, you must have heard. When John Lister was bankrupt. He was dead in with the money-lenders, and he had to give up, you know." "What! was he ruined?" "Ruined? yes, a gambling fool; and if Mr Ruddle hadn't been pretty firm, the rascal would have ruined him too--pulled the house down." "This is news," I said. "Yes, and bad news, too," said the old fellow. "Five hundred pounds of my savings went--lent money--for him to make ducks and drakes!" "Oh, Mr Jabez," I said: "I am very sorry." "Don't deserve it," he said, taking another pinch; "served me right for being such a fool. I don't mind now; I never cry over spilt milk, but it nearly broke poor old Grim's heart. Five hundred of his went, too, and it was very nearly being more." "I remember something about it," I said. "You were speaking on the subject once before me." "Ah, so we were. Well, it was a warning to me, Grace. Temptation, you know." "Temptation?" "Yes, to get bonus and high interest. Playing usurer, my boy. Serve us both right. Don't you ever be led on to lending money on usury." "I'm not likely ever to have any to lend," I said, laughing. "I don't know that," he said, making another reference to his snuff-box. "Peter said in one of his letters that he thought there was some money that ought to come to you." "I'm afraid not," I said, laughing. "I've a long debt to pay yet." "You!--you in debt, you young rascal!" he exclaimed angrily.