turmoil, Mr. Carker, reining up his horse and sitting a little at a distance, saw to his amazement, issue from the stately house of Mr. Dombey.

Mr. Carker remained watching the discomfited Toots, when Diogenes was called in, and the door shut: and while that gentleman, taking refuge in a doorway near at hand, bound up the torn leg of his pantaloons with a costly silk handkerchief that had formed part of his expensive outfit for the adventure.

`I beg your pardon, Sir,' said Mr. Carker, riding up, with his most propitiatory smile. `I hope you are not hurt?'

`Oh no, thank you,' replied Mr. Toots, raising his flushed face, `it's of no consequence.' Mr. Toots would have signified, if he could, that he liked it very much.

`If the dog's teeth have entered the leg, Sir--' began Carker, with a display of his own.

`No, thank you,' said Mr. Toots, `it's all quite right. It's very comfortable, thank you.'

`I have the pleasure of knowing Mr. Dombey,' observed Carker.

`Have you though?' rejoined the blushing Toots.

`And you will allow me, perhaps, to apologise, in his absence,' said Mr. Carker, taking off his hat, `for such a misadventure, and to wonder how it can possibly have happened.'

Mr. Toots is so much gratified by this politeness, and the lucky chance of making friends with a friend of Mr. Dombey, that he pulls out his card-case, which he never loses an opportunity of using, and hands his name and address to Mr. Carker: who responds to that courtesy by giving him his own, and with that they part.

As Mr. Carker picks his way so softly past the house, glancing up at the windows, and trying to make out the pensive face behind the curtain looking at the children opposite, the rough head of Diogenes came clambering up close by it, and the dog, regardless of all soothing, barks and growls, and makes at him from that height, as if he would spring down and tear him limb from limb.

Well spoken, Di, so near your Mistress! Another, and another with your head up, your eyes flashing, and your vexed mouth worrying itself, for want of him! Another, as he picks his way along! You have a good scent, Di,--cats, boy, cats!