however，here’sourbrotherwillperhapslettheworldknowsomethingaboutus。’
’Nothe，’saidtheother，withasigh；’he’llhavequiteenoughtodoinwritinghisownlils，andtellingtheworldhowhandsomeandcleverhewas；andwhocanblamehim？NotI。IfIcouldwritelils，everywordshouldbeaboutmyselfandmyowntachoRommanis-
myownlawfulweddedwife，whichisthesamething。Itellyouwhat，brother，IonceheardawisemansayinBrummagem，that“thereisnothinglikeblowingone’sownhorn，“whichIconceivetobemuchthesamethingaswritingone’sownlil。’
Afteralittlemoreconversation，Mr。Petulengroarose，andmotionedmetofollowhim。’Onlyeighteenpenceintheworld，brother？’saidhe，aswewalkedtogether。
’Nothingmore，Iassureyou。HowcameyoutoaskmehowmuchmoneyIhad？’