"He might have done worse," I heard my guardian soliloquize. "He might have undertaken to do it and not done it. Thank you. That's all I want."
We left the boy, with his head on one side and his arms on the gate, fondling and sucking the spikes, and went back to Lincoln's Inn, where Mr. Skimpole, who had not cared to remain nearer Coavinses, awaited us. Then we all went to Bell Yard, a narrow alley at a very short distance. We soon found the chandler's shop. In it was a good-natured-looking old woman with a dropsy, or an asthma, or perhaps both.

"He might have done worse," I heard my guardian murmur. "He might have undertaken to do it and not done it. Thank you. That's all I want."
We left the boy, and went to Bell Yard, a narrow alley a short distance away. We soon found the chandler's shop. In it was a good-natured looking old woman.
