“Notatnoprice。”Mr。Q。said。”Mr。GeorgeOsborne，sir，howwillyoutakeit？”Georgecrammedeagerlyaquantityofnotesintohispockets，andpaidDobbinfiftypoundsthatveryeveningatmess。
ThatveryeveningAmeliawrotehimthetenderestoflongletters。Herheartwasoverflowingwithtenderness，butitstillforebodedevil。WhatwasthecauseofMr。
Osborne’sdarklooks？sheasked。Hadanydifferencearisenbetweenhimandherpapa？HerpoorpapareturnedsomelancholyfromtheCity，thatallwerealarmedabouthimathome——infine，therewerefourpagesoflovesandfearsandhopesandforebodings。
“PoorlittleEmmy——dearlittleEmmy。Howfondsheisofme。”Georgesaid，asheperusedthemissive——“andGad，whataheadachethatmixedpunchhasgivenme！”
PoorlittleEmmy，indeed。