The story of Tittlebat Titmouse, a draper's assistant, and his rise and fall due to fraud, forged documents and blackmailing lawyers.
e sure! How one should enjoy it! I wouldn't think of marrying till--and yet I won't say either; if I got among some of them out-and-outers--those first-rate articles--that lady, for instance, the other day in the Park--I should like to see her cut me as she did, with ten thousand a-year in my pocket! Why, she'd be running after me!--or there's no truth in novels, which I'm sure there's often a great deal in. Oh, of course, I might marry whom I pleased! Who couldn't be got with ten thousand a-year? (Another pause.) I think I should go abroad to Russia directly; for they tell me there's a man lives there who could dye this cussed hair of mine any color I liked--and--egad! I'd come home as black as a crow, and hold up my head as high as any of them! While I was about it, I'd have a touch at my eyebrows"---- Crash here went all his castle-building, at the sound of his tea-kettle, hissing, whizzing, sputtering, in the agonies of boiling over; as if the intolerable heat of the fire had driven desp