'What! Don't you?'
'My good fellow!' exclaimed Martin, clutching him by both arms, 'I have
never seen her since I left my grandfather's house.'
'Why, then!' cried Mark, giving the little table such a blow with his
clenched fist that the slices of beef and ham danced upon it, while all
his features seemed, with delight, to be going up into his forehead, and
never coming back again any more, 'if I an't your nat'ral born servant,
hired by Fate, there an't such a thing in natur' as a Blue Dragon. What!
when I was a-rambling up and down a old churchyard in the City, getting
myself into a jolly state, didn't I see your grandfather a-toddling to
and fro for pretty nigh a mortal hour! Didn't I watch him into Todgers's
commercial boarding-house, and watch him out, and watch him home to his
hotel, and go and tell him as his was the service for my money, and I
had said so, afore I left the Dragon! Wasn't the young lady a-sitting
with him then, and didn't she fall a-laughing in a manner as was
beautiful to see! Didn't your grandfather say, "Come back again next
week," and didn't I go next week; and didn't he say that he couldn't
make up his mind to trust nobody no more; and therefore wouldn't engage
me, but at the same time stood something to drink as was handsome! Why,'
cried Mr Tapley, with a comical mixture of delight and chagrin, 'where's
the credit of a man's being jolly under such circumstances! Who could
help it, when things come about like this!'
For some moments Martin stood gazing at him, as if he really doubted the
evidence of his senses, and could not believe that Mark stood there, in
the body, before him.
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