It's out now. I can't help it. I'm sorry for it. Don't wisit on
him, sir, that's all.'
It was clear that Mark expected to be ordered out immediately, and was
quite prepared to go.
'So you think,' said Martin, 'that his old faults are, in some degree,
of my creation, do you?'
'Well, sir,' retorted Mr Tapley, 'I'm werry sorry, but I can't unsay it.
It's hardly fair of you, sir, to make a ignorant man conwict himself in
this way, but I DO think so. I am as respectful disposed to you, sir, as
a man can be; but I DO think so.'
The light of a faint smile seemed to break through the dull steadiness
of Martin's face, as he looked attentively at him, without replying.
'Yet you are an ignorant man, you say,' he observed after a long pause.
'Werry much so,' Mr Tapley replied.
'And I a learned, well-instructed man, you think?'
'Likewise wery much so,' Mr Tapley answered.
The old man, with his chin resting on his hand, paced the room twice or
thrice before he added:
'You have left him this morning?'
'Come straight from him now, sir.'
'For what does he suppose?'
'He don't know what to suppose, sir, no more than myself.
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