“‘And now, sir,’ I says, ‘you look puffect.’
“‘Oh, nonsense, man!’ he says, sharply.
“‘Begging your pardon, sir!’ I says, ‘you do!’ and he says, sadly—
“‘Well, Brigley, have it your own way; ’tis no fault of mine.’
“I see then as I oughtn’t to say no more, for fear of his thinking I flattered him. But, really, he is as handsome and big a chap as ever I did see.”
“Yes, he is good-looking, Jerry; but if you talk much like that you’ll disgust him.”
“An’ I shan’t talk to him like that again, Dick Smithson; and I shouldn’t, then, only it was the honest truth. It’s a pleasure to do up a gent like that! Why, I could win a prize with him at a show! But he is a soft one, really!—milk’s nothing to him!”
“Never mind that, Jerry. You’ll find him an excellent master.”
“I know I shall, and thankful I am; for it’s been a rough time with me lately, and it’s refreshing to have to do for such a gent. He really is, though, the handsomest chap I ever see out of a picture, though he do make me laugh to find him such a hinfant. Think he could fight?”
“I think he’s brave as a lion, Jerry; and that it would be awkward for anyone who roused him up.”