'
'No.'
'Oh, yes. I read it just before dinner in the old newspaper. I know it
to be his; having some reason to remember the style. Hush! Here's Pinch.
Strange, is it not, that the more he likes Pecksniff (if he can like him
better than he does), the greater reason one has to like HIM? Not a word
more, or we shall spoil his whole enjoyment.'
Tom entered as the words were spoken, with a radiant smile upon his
face; and rubbing his hands, more from a sense of delight than because
he was cold (for he had been running fast), sat down in his warm corner
again, and was as happy as only Tom Pinch could be. There is no other
simile that will express his state of mind.
'And so,' he said, when he had gazed at his friend for some time in
silent pleasure, 'so you really are a gentleman at last, John. Well, to
be sure!'
'Trying to be, Tom; trying to be,' he rejoined good-humouredly. 'There
is no saying what I may turn out, in time.'
'I suppose you wouldn't carry your own box to the mail now?' said Tom
Pinch, smiling; 'although you lost it altogether by not taking it.'
'Wouldn't I?' retorted John. 'That's all you know about it, Pinch.
It must be a very heavy box that I wouldn't carry to get away from
Pecksniff's, Tom.'
'There!' cried Pinch, turning to Martin, 'I told you so. The great fault
in his character is his injustice to Pecksniff. You mustn't mind a word
he says on that subject. His prejudice is most extraordinary.'
'The absence of anything like prejudice on Tom's part, you know,' said
John Westlock, laughing heartily, as he laid his hand on Mr Pinch's
shoulder, 'is perfectly wonderful. If one man ever had a profound
knowledge of another, and saw him in a true light, and in his own proper
colours, Tom has that knowledge of Mr Pecksniff.'
'Why, of course I have,' cried Tom. 'That's exactly what I have so often
said to you. If you knew him as well as I do--John, I'd give almost any
money to bring that about--you'd admire, respect, and reverence him. You
couldn't help it. Oh, how you wounded his feelings when you went away!'
'If I had known whereabout his feelings lay,' retorted young Westlock,
'I'd have done my best, Tom, with that end in view, you may depend upon
it. But as I couldn't wound him in what he has not, and in what he knows
nothing of, except in his ability to probe them to the quick in other
people, I am afraid I can lay no claim to your compliment.'
Mr Pinch, being unwilling to protract a
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