brought here loose in a bag to be articulated, I'd name your smallest
bones blindfold equally with your largest, as fast as I could pick 'em
out, and I'd sort 'em all, and sort your wertebrae, in a manner that
would equally surprise and charm you.'

'Well,' remarks Silas (though not quite so readily as last time), 'THAT
ain't a state of things to be low about.--Not for YOU to be low about,
leastways.'

'Mr Wegg, I know it ain't; Mr Wegg, I know it ain't. But it's the heart
that lowers me, it is the heart! Be so good as take and read that card
out loud.'

Silas receives one from his hand, which Venus takes from a wonderful
litter in a drawer, and putting on his spectacles, reads:

'"Mr Venus,"'

'Yes. Go on.'

'"Preserver of Animals and Birds,"'

'Yes. Go on.'

'"Articulator of human bones."'

'That's it,' with a groan. 'That's it! Mr Wegg, I'm thirty-two, and a
bachelor. Mr Wegg, I love her. Mr Wegg, she is worthy of being loved by
a Potentate!' Here Silas is rather alarmed by Mr Venus's springing to
his feet in the hurry of his spirits, and haggardly confronting him with