"Pinkle, Pinkle!" screamed the old man through his coughing; and again Pinkle came. "Well, Pinkle, was anything of the kind done, or is my memory deceiving me?" Mr. Tombe was, no doubt, lying shamefully, for, of course, he remembered all about it; and, indeed, George Vavasor had learned already quite enough for his own purposes.

"Pinkle, Pinkle!" screamed the old man through his coughing; and again Pinkle came in. "Well, Pinkle, was anything of the kind done, or is my memory deceiving me?"
