“There you quite mistake him,” said I.

“I know better.”

“Says you,” Pumblechook went on, “'Joseph, I have seen that man, and that man bears you no malice and bears me no malice. He knows your character, Joseph, and is well acquainted with your pig-headedness and ignorance; and he knows my character, Joseph, and he knows my want of gratitoode. Yes, Joseph,' says you,” here Pumblechook shook his head and hand at me, “'he knows my total deficiency of common human gratitoode. He knows it, Joseph, as none can.

You do not know it, Joseph, having no call to know it, but that man do.'”

Windy donkey as he was, it really amazed me that he could have the face to talk thus to mine.