`Not a-word,' resumed Squeers, `and never will be. Now, this is a pretty sort of thing, isn't it, that you should have been left here, all these years, and no money paid after the first six:--nor no notice taken, nor no clue to be got who you belong to? It's a pretty sort of thing that I should have to feed a great fellow like you, and never hope to get one penny for it, isn't it?'

The boy put his hand to his head as if he were making an effort to recollect something, and then, looking vacantly at his questioner, gradually broke into a smile, and limped away.

`I'll tell you what, Squeers,' remarked his wife as the door closed, `I think that young chap's turning silly.'

`I hope not,' said the schoolmaster; `for he's a handy fellow out of doors, and worth his meat and drink, anyway. I should think he'd have wit enough for us though, if he was. But come; let's have supper, for I am hungry and tired, and want to get to bed.'

This reminder brought in an exclusive steak for Mr Squeers, who speedily proceeded to do it ample justice. Nicholas drew up his chair, but his appetite was effectually taken away.

`How's the steak, Squeers?' said Mrs S.

`Tender as a lamb,' replied Squeers. `Have a bit.'

`I couldn't eat a morsel,' replied his wife. `What'll the young man take, my dear?'

`Whatever he likes that's present,' rejoined Squeers, in a most unusual burst of generosity.

`What do you say, Mr Knuckleboy?' inquired Mrs Squeers.

`I'll take a little of the pie, if you please,' replied Nicholas. `A very little, for I'm not hungry.'

Well, it's a pity to cut the pie if you're not hungry, isn't it?' said Mrs Squeers. `Will you try a bit of the beef?'

`Whatever you please,' replied Nicholas abstractedly; `it's all the same to me.'

Mrs Squeers looked vastly gracious on receiving this reply; and nodding to Squeers, as much as to say that she was glad to find the young man knew his station, assisted Nicholas to a slice of meat with her own fair hands.

`Ale, Squeery?' inquired the lady, winking and frowning to give him to understand that the question propounded, was, whether Nicholas should have ale, and not whether he (Squeers) would take any.

`Certainly,' said Squeers, re-telegraphing in the same manner. `A glassful.'

So Nicholas had a glassful, and being occupied with his own reflections, drank it, in happy innocence of all the foregone proceedings.

`Uncommon juicy steak that,' said Squeers, as he laid down his knife and fork, after plying it, in silence, for some time.

`It's prime meat,' rejoined his lady. `I bought a good large piece of it myself on purpose for--'

`For what!' exclaimed Squeers hastily. `Not for the--'

`No, no; not for them,' rejoined Mrs Squeers; `on purpose for you against you came home. Lor! you didn't think I could have made such a mistake as that.'

`Upon my word, my dear, I didn't know what you were going to say,' said Squeers, who had turned pale.