"I have told you before that that story about America was all bosh! a stratagem of the old gentleman's to deceive me. Poor old man," continued Jasper, in a tone that positively betrayed feeling, "I don't wonder that he dreads and flies me; yet I would not hurt him more than I have done, even to be as well off as you are--blinking at me from your mahogany perch like a pet owl with its crop full of mice. And if I would take the girl from him, it is for her own good. For if Darrell could be got to make a provision on her, and, through her, on myself, why, of course the old man should share the benefit of it. And now that these infernal pains often keep me awake half the night, I can't always shut out the idea of that old man wandering about the world, and dying in a ditch. And that runaway girl--to whom, I dare swear, he would give away his last crumb of bread--ought to be an annuity to us both: Basta, basta! As to the American story--I had a friend at Paris, who went to America on a speculation; I asked him to inquire about this Willaim Waife and his granddaughter Sophy, who were said to have sailed for New York nearly five years ago, and he saw the very persons--settled in New York--no longer under the name of Waife, but their true name of Simpson, and got out from the man that they had been induced to take their passage from England in the name of Waife, at the request of a person whom the mail would not-give up, but to whom he said he was under obligations. Perhaps the old gentleman had done the fellow a kind turn in early life. The description of this /soi-disant/ Waife and his grandchild settles the matter--wholly unlike those I seek; so that there is every reason to suppose they must still be in England, and it is your business to find them. Continue your search--quicken your wits--let me be better pleased with your success when I call again this day week--and meanwhile four pounds, if you please--as much more as you like." "Why, I gave you four pounds the other day, besides six pounds for clothes; it can't be gone." "Every penny." "Dear, dear! can't you maintain yourself anyhow? Can't you get any one to play at cards? Four pounds! Why, with your talent for whist, four pounds are a capital!" "Whom can I play with! Whom can I herd with? Cracksmen and pickpockets. Fit me out; ask me to your own house; invite your own friends; make up a rubber, and you will then see what I can do with four pounds; and may go shares if you like, as we used to do." "Don't talk so loud. Losely, you know very well that what you ask is impossible. I've turned over a new leaf." "But I've still got your handwriting on the old leaf." "What's the good of these stupid threats? If you really wanted to do me a mischief, where could you go to, and who'd believe you?" "I fancy your wife would. I'll try. Hillo--" "Stop--stop--stop. No row here, sir. No scandal. Hold your tongue, or I'll send for the police."