cause we'd been talking of you o' late, and where you lived."
David saw there was no escape; he smiled a ghastly smile.
"What! is this a relation of yours, sir?" said Mr Palfrey to Jonathan.
"Ay, it's my innicent of a brother, sure enough," said honest Jonathan. "A fine trouble and cost he is to us, in th' eating and other things, but we must bear what's laid on us."
"And your name's Freely, is it?" said Mr Prettyman.
"Nay, nay, my name's Faux, I know nothing o' Freelys," said Jonathan, curtly. "Come," he added, turning to David, "I must take some news to mother about Jacob. Shall I take him with me, or will you undertake to send him back?"
"Take him, if you can make him loose his hold of me," said David, feebly.
"Is this gentleman here in the confectionery line your brother, then, sir?" said Mr Prettyman, feeling that it was an occasion on which formal language must be used.
"I don't want to own him," said Jonathan, unable to resist a movement of indignation that had never been allowed to satisfy itself. "He run away from home with good reasons in his pocket years ago: he didn't want to be owned again, I reckon."
Mr Palfrey left the shop; he felt his own pride too severely wounded by the sense that he had let himself be fooled, to feel curiosity for further details. The most pressing business was to go home
