`Oh, Tom Pinch, Tom Pinch!' said Martin, in a thoughtful tone; `what would I give to be again beside you, and able to hear your voice, though it were even in the old bedroom at Pecksniff's!'

`Oh, Dragon, Dragon!' echoed Mark, cheerfully, `if there warn't any water between you and me, and nothing faint-hearted-like in going back, I don't know that I mightn't say the same. But here am I, Dragon, in New York, America; and there are you in Wiltshire, Europe; and there's a fortune to make, Dragon, and a beautiful young lady to make it for; and whenever you go to see the Monument, Dragon, you mustn't give in on the door-steps, or you'll never get up to the top!'

`Wisely said, Mark,' cried Martin. `We must look forward.'

`In all the story-books as ever I read, sir, the people as looked backward was turned into stones,' replied Mark; `and my opinion always was, that they brought it on themselves, and it served 'em right. I wish you good night, sir, and pleasant dreams!'

`They must be of home, then,' said Martin, as he lay down in bed.

`So I say, too,' whispered Mark Tapley, when he was out of hearing and in his own room; `for if there don't come a time afore we're well out of this, when there'll be a little more credit in keeping up one's jollity, I'm a United Statesman!'

Leaving them to blend and mingle in their sleep the shadows of objects afar off, as they take fantastic shapes upon the wall in the dim light of thought without control, be it the part of this slight chronicle -- a dream within a dream -- as rapidly to change the scene, and cross the ocean to the English shore.