He
continued to sing with so much energy, that he did not hear the sound
of wheels until it was close behind him; when he turned a whimsical
face and a very merry pair of blue eyes on Mr Pinch, and checked himself
directly.
'Why, Mark?' said Tom Pinch, stopping. 'Who'd have thought of seeing you
here? Well! this is surprising!'
Mark touched his hat, and said, with a very sudden decrease of vivacity,
that he was going to Salisbury.
'And how spruce you are, too!' said Mr Pinch, surveying him with great
pleasure. 'Really, I didn't think you were half such a tight-made
fellow, Mark!'
'Thankee, Mr Pinch. Pretty well for that, I believe. It's not my fault,
you know. With regard to being spruce, sir, that's where it is, you
see.' And here he looked particularly gloomy.
'Where what is?' Mr Pinch demanded.
'Where the aggravation of it is. Any man may be in good spirits and good
temper when he's well dressed. There an't much credit in that. If I was
very ragged and very jolly, then I should begin to feel I had gained a
point, Mr Pinch.'
'So you were singing just now, to bear up, as it were, against being
well dressed, eh, Mark?' said Pinch.
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