Dolly Longestaffe had on that morning put himself early into the care of Mr Squercum, and it had happened that he with his lawyer had met his father with Mr Bideawhile at the corner of the square.  They were all coming according to appointment to receive the money which Mr Melmotte had promised to pay them at this very hour.  Of course they had none of them as yet heard of the way in which the Financier had made his last grand payment, and as they walked together to the door had been intent only in reference to their own money.  Squercum, who had heard a good deal on the previous day, was very certain that the money would not be forthcoming, whereas Bideawhile was sanguine of success.  ‘Don’t we wish we may get it?’ Dolly had said, and by...