‘Tapley,’ he said, ‘I’ll deal openly with you. From all I can judge and from all I have heard of you through Pinch, you are not a likely kind of fellow to have been brought here by impertinent curiosity or any other offensive motive. Sit down. I’m glad to see you.’
‘Thankee, sir,’ said Mark. ‘I’d as lieve stand.’
‘If you don’t sit down,’ retorted Martin, ‘I’ll not talk to you.’
‘Very good, sir,’ observed Mark. ‘Your will’s a law, sir. Down it is;’ and he sat down accordingly upon the bedstead.
‘Help yourself,’ said Martin, handing him the only knife.
‘Thankee, sir,’ rejoined Mark. ‘After you’ve done.’
‘If you don’t take it now, you’ll not have any,’ said Martin.
‘Very good, sir,’ rejoined Mark. ‘That being your desire—now it is.’ With which reply he gravely helped himself and went on eating. Martin having done the like for a short time in silence, said abruptly:
‘What are you doing in London?’
‘Nothing at all, sir,’ rejoined Mark.