He caught the eye of Mr. Smith, then looked abashed at Miss.
Crickledon saw his dilemma. “Say what’s uppermost, Ned; never mind how you says it. English is English. Mr. Tinman sent for you to take the glass away, now, did n’t he?”
“He did,” said Crummins.
“And you went to him.”
“Ay, that I did.”
“And he fastened the chiwal glass upon your back”
“He did that.”
“That’s all plain sailing. Had he bought the glass?”
“No, he had n’t bought it. He’d hired it.”
As when upon an enforced visit to the dentist, people have had one tooth out, the remaining offenders are more willingly submitted to the operation, insomuch that a poetical licence might hazard the statement that they shed them like leaves of the tree, so Crummins, who had shrunk from speech, now volunteered whole sentences in succession, and how important they were deemed by his fellow-townsman, Mr. Smith, and especially Miss Annette Smith, could perceive in their ejaculations, before they themselves were drawn into the strong current of interest.