‘Yes, yes,’ returned Clennam; ‘I remember now.’
Daniel Doyce, still wiping his forehead, ploddingly repeated. ‘Yes. He was there, he was there. Oh yes, he was there. And his dog. He was there too.’
‘Miss Meagles is quite attached to—the—dog,’ observed Clennam.
‘Quite so,’ assented his partner. ‘More attached to the dog than I am to the man.’
‘You mean Mr—?’
‘I mean Mr Gowan, most decidedly,’ said Daniel Doyce.
There was a gap in the conversation, which Clennam devoted to winding up his watch.
‘Perhaps you are a little hasty in your judgment,’ he said. ‘Our judgments—I am supposing a general case—’
‘Of course,’ said Doyce.
‘Are so liable to be influenced by many considerations, which, almost without our knowing it, are unfair, that it is necessary to keep a guard upon them. For instance, Mr—’