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Mr. Lorry, who had gone out when the young lady and her father

went out, now reappeared, and beckoned to Jerry: who, in the

slackened interest, could easily get near him.

"Jerry, if you wish to take something to eat, you can. But, keep

in the way. You will be sure to hear when the jury come in. Don't

be a moment behind them, for I want you to take the verdict back

to the bank. You are the quickest messenger I know, and will get

to Temple Bar long before I can."

Jerry had just enough forehead to knuckle, and he knuckled it in

acknowledgment of this communication and a shilling. Mr. Carton

came up at the moment, and touched Mr. Lorry on the arm.

"How is the young lady?"

"She is greatly distressed; but her father is comforting her, and

she feels the better for being out of court."

"I'll tell the prisoner so. It won't do for a respectable bank

gentleman like you, to be seen speaking to him publicly, you

know."