When these points were settled, and so far carried out as that I had begun to work in earnest, it occurred to me that if I could retain my bedroom in Barnard's Inn, my life would be agreeably varied, while my manners would be none the worse for Herbert's society. Mr. Pocket did not object to this arrangement, but urged that before any step could possibly be taken in it, it must be submitted to my guardian. I felt that this delicacy arose out of the consideration that the plan would save Herbert some expense, so I went off to Little Britain and imparted my wish to Mr. Jaggers.

     "If I could buy the furniture now hired for me," said I, "and one or two other little things, I should be quite at home there."

     "Go it!" said Mr. Jaggers, with a short laugh. "I told you you'd get on. Well! How much do you want?"

     I said I didn't know how much.

     "Come!" retorted Mr. Jaggers. "How much? Fifty pounds?"

     "O, not nearly so much."

     "Five pounds?" said Mr. Jaggers.

     This was such a great fall, that I said in discomfiture, "O, more than that."