A gentleman of his acquaintance called on him one evening to take him out for a walk.  My father happened to be playing with me when this gentleman entered our room:  and he jumped up from his hands and knees, and abused him for intruding on his privacy, but afterwards he introduced him to me as Shylock’s great-great-great-grandson, and said that Shylock was satisfied with a pound, and his descendant wanted two hundred pounds, or else all his body:  and this, he said, came of the emigration of the family from Venice to England.  My father only seemed angry, for he went off with Shylock’s very great grandson arm-in-arm, exclaiming, ’To the Rialto!’ When I told Mrs. Waddy about the visitor, she said, ’Oh, dear! oh, dear! then I’m afraid your sweet papa won’t return very soon, my pretty pet.’  We waited a number of days, until Mrs. Waddy received a letter from him.  She came full-dressed into my room, requesting me to give her twenty kisses for papa, and I looked on while she arranged her blue bonnet at the glass.  The bonnet would not fix in its place.  At last she sank down crying in a chair, and was all brown silk, and said that how to appear before a parcel of dreadful men, and perhaps a live duke into the bargain, was more than she knew, and more than could be expected of a lone widow woman.  ‘Not for worlds!’ she answered my petition to accompany her.  She would not, she said, have me go to my papa there for anything on earth; my papa would perish at the sight of me; I was not even to wish to go.  And then she exclaimed, ’Oh, the blessed child’s poor papa!’ and that people were cruel to him, and would never take into account his lovely temper, and that everybody was his enemy, when he ought to be sitting with the highest in the land.  I had realized the extremity of my forlorn state on a Sunday that passed empty of my father, which felt like his having gone for ever.  My nursemaid came in to assist in settling Mrs. Waddy’s bonnet above the six crisp curls, and while they were about it I sat quiet, plucking now and then at the brown silk, partly to beg to go with it, partly in jealousy and love at the thought of its seeing him from whom I was so awfully separated.  Mrs. Waddy took fresh kisses off my lips, assuring me that my father would have them in twenty minutes, and I was to sit and count the time.  My nursemaid let her out.  I pretended to be absorbed in counting, till I saw Mrs. Waddy pass by the window.  My heart gave a leap of pain.  I found the street-door open and no one in the passage, and I ran out, thinking that Mrs. Waddy would be obliged to take me if she discovered me by her side in the street.