human
Mr. Brehgert came to me, continued Croll,
gpt
It vas a strong order, Mr. Melmotte, said Croll. Melmotte tried to smile but only grinned.
human
I vill not be back in the Lane, Mr. Melmotte.
gpt
Not back at the office, Croll?
human
I tink not;--no. De leetle money coming to me, you will send it. Adieu. And so Mr. Croll took his final leave of his old master after an intercourse which had lasted twenty years. We may imagine that Herr Croll found his spirits to be oppressed and his capacity for business to be obliterated by his patron's misfortunes rather than by his patron's guilt. But he had not behaved unkindly. He had merely remarked that the forgery of his own name half-a-dozen times over was a