Little Tom Stubble held out his hot and feeble hand. "I'm to be taken in here," he said. "Osborne--and--and Dobbin said I was; and you are to give the man two napoleons: my mother will pay you." This young fellow's thoughts, during the long feverish hours passed in the cart, had been wandering to his father's parsonage which he had quitted only a few months before, and he had sometimes forgotten his pain in that delirium.

Little Tom Stubble held out his hot and feeble hand. "I'm to be taken in here," he said. "Osborne - and - and Dobbin said I was; and you are to give the man two napoleons: my mother will pay you." The young fellow was delirious.
