g
his hands in his pockets and counterfeiting deep meditation, 'why Riah
should have started up, when I told him that the Lammles entreated him
to hold over a Bill of Sale he has on all their effects; and why he
should have cut out, saying he would be back directly; and why he should
have left me here alone so long; I cannot understand.'

The chivalrous Twemlow, Knight of the Simple Heart, was not in a
condition to offer any suggestion. He was too penitent, too remorseful.
For the first time in his life he had done an underhanded action, and he
had done wrong. He had secretly interposed against this confiding young
man, for no better real reason than because the young man's ways were
not his ways.

But, the confiding young man proceeded to heap coals of fire on his
sensitive head.

'I beg your pardon, Mr Twemlow; you see I am acquainted with the nature
of the affairs that are transacted here. Is there anything I can do for
you here? You have always been brought up as a gentleman, and never as a
man of business;' another touch of possible impertinence in this place;
'and perhaps you are but a poor man of business. What else is to be
expected!'

'I am even a poorer man of business than I am a man, sir,' returned
Twemlow, 'and I could hardly express my deficiency in a stronger way. I
really do not so much as clearly understand my position in the matter
on which I am brought here. But there are reasons which make me
very delicate of accepting your assistance. I am greatly, greatly,
disinclined to profit by it. I don't deserve it.'

Good childish creature! Condemned to a passage through the world by such
narrow little dimly-lighted ways, and picking up so few specks or spots
on the road!

'Perhaps,' said Fledgeby, 'you may be a little proud of entering on the
topic,--having been brought up as a gentleman.'

'It's not that, sir,' returned Twemlow, 'it's not that. I hope I
distinguish between true pride and false pride.'

'I have no pride at all, myself,' said Fledgeby, 'and perhaps I don't
cut things so fine as to know one from t'other. But I know this is a
place where even a man of business needs his wits about him; and if mine
can be of any use to you here, you're welcome to them.'

'You are very good,' said Twemlow, faltering. 'But I am most
unwilling--'

'I don't, you know,' proceeded Fledgeby with an ill-favoured glance,
'entertain the vanity of supposing that my wits could be of any use
to you in society,