"You told me to, sir!"
"I told you!"
"I mean he told me you told me to," said Wilkinson wonderingly. "Didn't you?"
Grobstock hesitated. Since Manasseh would be his guest, was it not imprudent to give him away to the livery-servant? Besides, he felt a secret pleasure in Wilkinson's humiliation—but for the Schnorrer he would never have known that Wilkinson's gold lace concealed a pliable personality. The proverb "Like master like man" did not occur to Grobstock at this juncture.
"I only meant you to carry it to a coach," he murmured.
"He said it was not worth while—the distance was so short."
"Ah! Did you see his house?" enquired Grobstock curiously.
"Yes; a very fine house in Aldgate, with a handsome portico and two stone lions."
Grobstock strove hard not to look surprised.
"I handed the box to the footman."