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642 silver spectacles and a powdered head. ‘Is my brother in his room, Tim?’ said Mr Cheeryble, with no less kindness of manner than he had shown to Nicholas. ‘Yes, he is, sir,’ replied the fat clerk, turning his spectacle- glasses towards his principal, and his eyes towards Nicholas, ‘but Mr Trimmers is with him.’ ‘Ay! And what has he come about, Tim?’ said Mr Cheeryble. ‘He is getting up a subscription for the widow and family of a man who was killed in the East India Docks this morning, sir,’ rejoined Tim. ‘Smashed, sir, by a cask of sugar.’ ‘He is a good creature,’ said Mr Cheeryble, with great earnestness. ‘He is a kind soul. I am very much obliged to Trimmers. Trimmers is one of the best friends we have. He makes a thousand cases known to us that we should never discover of ourselves. I am very much obliged to Trimmers.’ Saying which, Mr Cheeryble rubbed his hands with infinite delight, and Mr Trimmers happening to pass the door that instant, on his way out, shot out after him and caught him by the hand. ‘I owe you a thousand thanks, Trimmers, ten thousand thanks. I take it very friendly of you, very friendly indeed,’ said Mr Cheeryble, dragging him into a corner to get out of hearing. ‘How many children are there, and what has my brother Ned given, Trimmers?’ ‘There are six children,’ replied the gentleman, ‘and your brother has given us twenty pounds.’ ‘My brother Ned is a good fellow, and you’re a good fellow too, Trimmers,’ said the old man, shaking him by both hands with trembling eagerness. ‘Put me down for another twenty--or--stop a minute, stop a minute. We mustn’t look ostentatious; put me |
