'There was very
little respectin' you that I was able to tell him, sir. I only mentioned
my opinion that Mr Pecksniff would find himself deceived, sir, and
that you would find yourself deceived, and that he would find himself
deceived, sir.'
'In what?' asked Mr Chuzzlewit.
'Meaning him, sir?'
'Meaning both him and me.'
'Well, sir,' said Mr Tapley. 'In your old opinions of each other. As
to him, sir, and his opinions, I know he's a altered man. I know it.
I know'd it long afore he spoke to you t'other day, and I must say it.
Nobody don't know half as much of him as I do. Nobody can't. There
was always a deal of good in him, but a little of it got crusted over,
somehow. I can't say who rolled the paste of that 'ere crust myself,
but--'
'Go on,' said Martin. 'Why do you stop?'
'But it--well! I beg your pardon, but I think it may have been you, sir.
Unintentional I think it may have been you. I don't believe that neither
of you gave the other quite a fair chance. There! Now I've got rid on
it,' said Mr Tapley in a fit of desperation: 'I can't go a-carryin' it
about in my own mind, bustin' myself with it; yesterday was quite long
enough.
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