I can't say that there is.«
    »You will think of many little things perhaps, by-and-by. Whenever you do,
George, let us know.«
    »Thank you, sir. Howsoever,« observed Mr. George, with one of his sunburnt
smiles, »a man who has been knocking about the world in a vagabond kind of a way
as long as I have, gets on well enough in a place like the present, so far as
that goes.«
    »Next, as to your case,« observed my guardian.
    »Exactly so, sir,« returned Mr. George, folding his arms upon his breast
with perfect self-possession and a little curiosity.
    »How does it stand now?«
    »Why, sir, it is under remand at present. Bucket gives me to understand that
he will probably apply for a series of remands from time to time, until the case
is more complete. How it is to be made more complete I don't myself see; but I
dare say Bucket will manage it somehow.«
    »Why, Heaven save us, man!« exclaimed my guardian, surprised into his old
oddity and vehemence, »you talk of yourself as if you were somebody else!«
    »No offence, sir,« said Mr. George. »I am very sensible of your kindness.
But I don't see how an innocent man is to make up his mind to this kind of thing
without knocking his head against the walls, unless he takes it in that point of
view.«
    »That is true enough, to a certain extent,« returned my guardian, softened.
»But my good fellow, even an innocent man must take ordinary precautions to
defend himself.«
    »Certainly, sir. And I have done so. I have stated to the magistrates,
Gentlemen, I am as innocent of this charge as yourselves; what has been stated
against me in the way of facts, is perfectly true; I know no more about it. I
intend to continue stating that, sir. What more can I do? It's the truth.«
    »But the mere truth won't do,« rejoined my guardian.
    »Won't it, indeed, sir? Rather a bad look-out for me!« Mr. George
good-humouredly observed.
    »You must have a lawyer,« pursued my guardian. »We must engage a good one
for you.«
    »I ask your pardon, sir,« said Mr. George