an offensive stranger, might have awkward effects if his family took the trouble of inquiring after him. He must resign himself to more patient measures.
"On second thoughts," he said, beckoning to Mr Palfrey and whispering to him while Jacob's back was turned, "he's a poor half-witted fellow. Perhaps his friends will come after him. I don't mind giving him something to eat, and letting him lie down for the night. He's got it into his head that he knows me—they do get these fancies, idiots do. He'll perhaps go away again in an hour or two, and make no more ado. I'm a kind-hearted man myself—I shouldn't like to have the poor fellow ill-used."
"Why, he'll eat a sovereign's worth in no time," said Mr Palfrey, thinking Mr Freely a little too magnificent in his generosity.
"Eh, Zavy, come back?" exclaimed Jacob, giving his dear brother another hug, which crushed Mr Freely's features inconveniently against the stale of the pitchfork.
"Ay, ay," said Mr Freely, smiling, with every capability of murder in his mind, except the courage to commit it. He wished the Bath buns might by chance have arsenic in them.
"Mother's zinnies?" said Jacob, pointing to a glass jar of yellow lozenges that stood in the window. "Zive 'em me."
David dared not do otherwise than reach down the glass jar and give Jacob a handful. He received them in his smock-frock, which he held out for more.
"They'll keep him quiet a bit, at any rate,"
