Chapter 39

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​​​​​‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​‌​‌​‌‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌​‌​‌​‌​​​‌‌⁠I was three-and-twenty years of age. Not another word had I heard to enlighten me on the subject of my expectations, and my twenty-third birthday was a week gone. We had left Barnard’s Inn more than a year, and lived in the Temple. Our chambers were in Garden-court, down by the river.

Mr. Pocket and I had for some time parted company as to our original relations, though we continued on the best ter