“Thank you. I hope so, if it is not too much to say.”
“One would think, Jasper, you had been trying a new medicine for that occasional indisposition of yours.”
“No, really? That’s well observed; for I have.”
“Then stick to it, my good fellow,” says Mr. Crisparkle, clapping him on the shoulder with friendly encouragement, “stick to it.”
“I will.”
“I congratulate you,” Mr. Crisparkle pursues, as they come out of the Cathedral, “on all accounts.”
“Thank you again. I will walk round to the Corner with you, if you don’t object; I have plenty of time before my company come; and I want to say a word to you, which I think you will not be displeased to hear.”
“What is it?”
“Well. We were speaking, the other evening, of my black humours.”
Mr. Crisparkle’s face falls, and he shakes his head deploringly.