‘How’s that?’ asked Martin.
‘I want a place,’ said Mark.
‘I’m sorry for you,’ said Martin.
‘—To attend upon a single gentleman,’ resumed Mark. ‘If from the country the more desirable. Makeshifts would be preferred. Wages no object.’
He said this so pointedly, that Martin stopped in his eating, and said:
‘If you mean me—’
‘Yes, I do, sir,’ interposed Mark.
‘Then you may judge from my style of living here, of my means of keeping a man-servant. Besides, I am going to America immediately.’
‘Well, sir,’ returned Mark, quite unmoved by this intelligence ‘from all that ever I heard about it, I should say America is a very likely sort of place for me to be jolly in!’
Again Martin looked at him angrily; and again his anger melted away in spite of himself.