Street.

Mrs. Jenkins was behind the counter. "Oh, go up! go up and see him!"
she cried, in a tone of suppressed passion. "His bedroom's front, up
the two-pair flight, and I'll take my affidavit that there's been fifty
folks here this day to see him, if there has been one. I could sow a
peck of peas on the stairs! You'll find other company up there."

Arthur groped his way up the stairs; they were dark too, coming in from
the sunshine. He found the room, and entered. Jenkins lay in bed, his
bandaged head upon the pillow; and, seated by his side, his apron
falling, and his clerical hat held between his knees, was the Bishop of
Helstonleigh.





CHAPTER XV.


A SPLASH IN THE RIVER.

Amongst other facts, patent to common and uncommon sense, is the very
obvious one that a man cannot be in two places at once. In like manner,
no author, that I ever heard of, was able to relate two different
portions of his narrative at one and the same time. Thus you will
readily understand, that if I devoted the last chapter to Mr. Galloway,
his clerks and their concerns generally, it could not be given to Mr.
Ketch and _his_ concerns; although in the strict, order of time and