'Take some tea, Mr Pinch--take some tea,' said Pecksniff, stirring the
fire. 'You must be very cold and damp. Pray take some tea, and come into
a warm place, Mr Pinch.'
Tom saw that Martin looked at Mr Pecksniff as though he could have
easily found it in his heart to give HIM an invitation to a very warm
place; but he was quite silent, and standing opposite that gentleman at
the table, regarded him attentively.
'Take a chair, Pinch,' said Pecksniff. 'Take a chair, if you please. How
have things gone on in our absence, Mr Pinch?'
'You--you will be very much pleased with the grammar-school, sir,' said
Tom. 'It's nearly finished.'
'If you will have the goodness, Mr Pinch,' said Pecksniff, waving his
hand and smiling, 'we will not discuss anything connected with that
question at present. What have YOU been doing, Thomas, humph?'
Mr Pinch looked from master to pupil, and from pupil to master, and was
so perplexed and dismayed that he wanted presence of mind to answer
the question. In this awkward interval, Mr Pecksniff (who was perfectly
conscious of Martin's gaze, though he had never once glanced towards
him) poked the fire very much, and when he couldn't do that any more,
drank tea assiduously.
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