“But I have proved something, sir. On what day was it that I asked you for the pencil to draw with? Was it not on a Saturday?”
“Last Saturday week, I think it was.”
“Well, then, sir, Mr Knapps told you the day before that I could draw?”
“He did; and thou deniedst it.”
“How, then, does Mr Knapps account for not producing those caricatures of mine, which he says he has collected for a whole month? Why didn’t he give them to you before?”
“Thou puttest it shrewdly,” replied the Dominie. “Answer, Mr Knapps, why didst thou, for a fortnight at the least, conceal thy knowledge of his offence?”
“I wished to have more proofs,” replied the usher.
“Thou hearest, Jacob Faithful.”
“Pray, sir, did you ever hear me speak of my poor mother but with kindness?”
“Never, Jacob, thou hast ever appeared dutiful.”