But it was only a friend of Mr. Noggs, who lived upstairs, and who had come down to say that Mr. Noggs was wanted.
Noggs, Ralph Nickleby's one-eyed clerk, was there to see him off, and put a letter into his hand as he started.
I have a brother, Mr. Noggs—the only relation I have—and all that time I never saw him once.
He tried hard for some days to find a situation, but failed, and he would not take money from Noggs, who was so poor himself.
