“But it must not be known at present, and if you keep calling me ‘sir’ you may ruin my prospects.”
“All right, then; I won’t say it—I’ll think it, and that’ll make it easier, because I can think the other the same time.”
“What other?”
“The Richard. I shall allus say ‘S’Richard’ to myself.”
“Very well, do. But, mind—I trust you.”
“And you may, sir. It seems to me—as I was going to say—if you won’t be offended—”
“Go on, man,” cried Richard; “nothing will offend me now.”
“Oh! won’t it? You’re as big a honourable gent now as ever you was; but, if you was to go to your cousin, sir, he’d call you a impostor.”
“I’m afraid so, Jerry.”
“And, if you turn nasty with him, he’ll tell you to go down in the country there, and look at your grave.”