Punctual to the time, appeared the carriage and the Secretary. He sat on the box, and Mr Sloppy graced the rumble. So, to the Three Magpies as before: where Mrs Boffin and Miss Bella were handed out, and whence they all went on foot to Mrs Betty Higden’s.

But, on the way down, they had stopped at a toy-shop, and had bought that noble charger, a description of whose points and trappings had on the last occasion conciliated the then worldly- minded orphan, and also a Noah’s ark,, and also a yellow bird with an artificial voice in him, and also a military doll so well dressed that if he had only been of life-size his brother-officers in the Guards might never have found him out. Bearing these gifts, they raised the latch of Betty Higden’s door, and saw her sitting in the dimmest and furthest corner with poor Johnny in her lap.

“And how’s my boy, Betty?” asked Mrs Boffin, sitting down beside her.

“He’s bad! He’s bad!” said Betty. “I begin to be afeerd he’ll not be yours any more than mine. All others belonging to him have gone to the Power and the Glory, and I have a mind that they’re drawing him to them — leading him away.”

“No, no, no,” said Mrs Boffin.

“I don’t know why else he clenches his little hand as if it had hold of a finger that I can’t see. Look at it,” said Betty, opening the wrappers in which the flushed child lay, and showing his small right hand lying closed upon his breast. “It’s always so. It don’t mind me.”

“Is he asleep?”

“No, I think not. You’re not asleep, my Johnny?”

“No,” said Johnny, with a quiet air of pity for himself, and without opening his eyes.

“Here’s the lady, Johnny. And the horse.”

Johnny could bear the lady, with complete indifference, but not the horse. Opening his heavy eyes, he slowly broke into a smile on beholding that splendid phenomenon, and wanted to take it in his arms. As it was much too big, it was put upon a chair where he could hold it by the mane and contemplate it. Which he soon forgot to do.

But, Johnny murmuring something with his eyes closed, and Mrs Boffin not knowing what, old Betty bent her ear to listen and took pains to understand. Being asked by her to repeat what he had said, he did so two or three times, and then it came out that he must have seen more than they supposed when he looked up to see the horse, for the murmur was, “Who is the boofer lady?” Now, the boofer, or beautiful, lady was Bella; and whereas this notice from the poor baby would have touched her of itself, it was rendered more pathetic by the late melting of her heart to her poor little father, and their joke about the lovely woman. So, Bella’s behaviour was very tender and very natural when she kneeled on the brick floor to clasp the child, and when the child, with a child’s admiration of what is young and pretty, fondled the boofer lady.

“Now, my good dear Betty,” said Mrs Boffin, hoping that she saw her opportunity, and laying her hand persuasively on her arm; “we have come to remove Johnny from this cottage to where he can be taken better care of.”

Instantly, and before another word could be spoken, the old woman started up with blazing eyes, and rushed at the door with the sick child.

“Stand away from me every one of ye!” she cried out wildly. “I see what ye mean now. Let me go my way, all of ye. I’d sooner kill the Pretty, and kill myself!”