At this moment an extraordinary disturbance was heard in the shop, as of a heavy animal stamping about and making angry noises, and then of a glass vessel falling in shivers, while the voice of the apprentice was heard calling "Master" in great alarm.
Mr Freely rose in anxious astonishment, and hastened into the shop, followed by the four Palfreys, who made a group at the parlour-door, transfixed with wonder at seeing a large man in a smock-frock, with a pitchfork in his hand, rush up to Mr Freely and hug him, crying out,—"Zavy, Zavy, b'other Zavy!"
It was Jacob, and for some moments David lost all presence of mind. He felt arrested for having stolen his mother's guineas. He turned cold, and trembled in his brother's grasp.
"Why, how's this?" said Mr Palfrey, advancing from the door. "Who is he?"
Jacob supplied the answer by saying over and over again,—
"I'se Zacob, b'other Zacob. Come 'o zee Zavy"—till hunger prompted him to relax his grasp, and to seize a large raised pie, which he lifted to his mouth.
By this time David's power of device had begun to return, but it was a very hard task for his prudence to master his rage and hatred towards poor Jacob.
"I don't know who he is; he must be drunk," he said, in a low tone to Mr Palfrey. "But he's dangerous with that pitchfork. He'll never let it go." Then checking himself on the point of betraying too
