"We made the money up this morning, sir," said one of the men, submissively, while the other perused Mr. Jaggers's face.

     "I don't ask you when you made it up, or where, or whether you made it up at all. Has Wemmick got it?"

     "Yes, sir," said both the men together.

     "Very well; then you may go. Now, I won't have it!" said Mr Jaggers, waving his hand at them to put them behind him. "If you say a word to me, I'll throw up the case."

     "We thought, Mr. Jaggers--" one of the men began, pulling off his hat.

     "That's what I told you not to do," said Mr. Jaggers. "You thought! I think for you; that's enough for you. If I want you, I know where to find you; I don't want you to find me. Now I won't have it. I won't hear a word."

     The two men looked at one another as Mr. Jaggers waved them behind again, and humbly fell back and were heard no more.

     "And now you!" said Mr. Jaggers, suddenly stopping, and turning on the two women with the shawls, from whom the three men had meekly separated,--"Oh! Amelia, is it?"

     "Yes, Mr. Jaggers."