“A little,” I replied.
“She is the most wonderful woman in the world, sir!”
After the delivery of this communication, which he shot out of himself as if he were loaded with it, Mr. Dick sat down with greater gravity than usual, and looked at me.
“Now, boy,” said Mr. Dick, “I am going to put a question to you.”
“As many as you please,” said I.
“What do you consider me, sir?” asked Mr. Dick, folding his arms.
“A dear old friend,” said I.
“Thank you, Trotwood,” returned Mr. Dick, laughing, and reaching across in high glee to shake hands with me. “But I mean, boy,” resuming his gravity, “what do you consider me in this respect?” touching his forehead.
I was puzzled how to answer, but he helped me with a word.
“Weak?” said Mr. Dick.