the world--tossed into it; left to shift for myself, and to be ashamed
of myself; and I want a little help through it, and it's for you to give
it me, and give it me YOU SHALL."

Mr. Charles held out his left hand, and slapped its open palm vehemently
with his right--pantomime to indicate the exact whereabouts he had
selected for the reception of Mrs. Rowe's money.

"I told you I had no money. You'll drive me from this house by bringing
disgrace upon it."

"That's very good," Mr. Charles said, with a cruel laugh. "That's a
capital joke."

Jane entered with coffee. "That's right," she whispered, encouragingly
to Mr. Charles; "laugh and be cheerful, Mr. Charles, and make haste with
your coffee."

The face of Mr. Charles blackened to night. He turned like a tiger upon
the servant. "Laugh and be cheerful?" he roared; and then he raised a
hoarse mock laugh, that moved Mrs. Rowe, in her agony of fear, to turn
the key in the lock of her desk.

Shaking her hands wildly in the air, Jane left the room, and shut the
door.

"You are an arrant coward, Charles," Mrs. Rowe hissed, leaning across
the table and shaking her head violently.

Mr. Charles imitated her gesture, answering--"I am what heartless people