Philanthropy), LUKE HONEYTHUNDER."'

'Well, Ma,' said Septimus, after a little more rubbing of his ear,
'we must try it. There can be no doubt that we have room for an
inmate, and that I have time to bestow upon him, and inclination
too. I must confess to feeling rather glad that he is not Mr.
Honeythunder himself. Though that seems wretchedly prejudiced--
does it not?--for I never saw him. Is he a large man, Ma?'

'I should call him a large man, my dear,' the old lady replied
after some hesitation, 'but that his voice is so much larger.'

'Than himself?'

'Than anybody.'

'Hah!' said Septimus. And finished his breakfast as if the flavour
of the Superior Family Souchong, and also of the ham and toast and
eggs, were a little on the wane.

Mrs. Crisparkle's sister, another piece of Dresden china, and
matching her so neatly that they would have made a delightful pair
of ornaments for the two ends of any capacious old-fashioned
chimneypiece, and by right should never have been seen apart, was
the childless wife of a clergyman holding Corporation preferment in
London City. Mr. Honeythunder in his public character of Professor
of Philanthropy had come to know Mrs. Crisparkle during the last
re-matching of the china ornaments (in other words during her last
annual visit to her sister), after a public occasion of a
philanthropic nature, when certain devoted orphans of tender years