"At any rate he has paid back the money, which chance put into his hands, to the only person entitled to receive it on the young lady's behalf. Good morning." Mr. Melmotte did put out his hand in token of amity. Then Mr. Broune departed and Melmotte tinkled his bell. As Nidderdale was shown in he crumpled up the cheque, and put it into his pocket. He was at once clever enough to perceive that any idea which he might have had of prosecuting Sir Felix must be abandoned. "Well, my Lord, and how are you?" said he with his pleasantest smile. Nidderdale declared himself to be as fresh as paint. "You don't look down in the mouth, my Lord."

"Good morning."
They shook hands; then Mr. Broune departed and Melmotte tinkled his bell. As Nidderdale was shown in he put the cheque into his pocket, abandoning any idea of prosecuting Sir Felix.
"Well, my Lord, and how are you?" said he with his pleasantest smile.
Nidderdale declared himself to be as fresh as paint,