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Sapsea, with his legs stretched out, and solemnly enjoying himself with the wine and the fire, 'what you behold me; I have been since a solitary mourner; I have been since, as I say, wasting my evening conversation on the desert air.
Slouching nearer, and perceiving the Dean, he pulls off his hat, and is slouching away with it under his arm, when Mr. Sapsea stops him. 'Mind you take care of my friend, is the injunction Mr. Sapsea lays upon him. 'What friend o' yourn is dead? asks Durdles. 'No orders has come in for any friend o' yourn. 'I mean my live friend there. 'O! him? says Durdles.
'I really have no intention at all, sir, replies Jasper, 'of turning author or archaeologist. It is but a whim of mine. And even for my whim, Mr. Sapsea here is more accountable than I am. 'How so, Mr. Mayor? says the Dean, with a nod of good-natured recognition of his Fetch. 'How is that, Mr. Mayor? 'I am not aware, Mr.
Herein two journeymen incessantly chip, while other two journeymen, who face each other, incessantly saw stone; dipping as regularly in and out of their sheltering sentry-boxes, as if they were mechanical figures emblematical of Time and Death. To Durdles, when he had consumed his glass of port, Mr. Sapsea intrusts that precious effort of his Muse.
Solid in hollow; and inside solid, hollow again! There you are! Old 'un crumbled away in stone coffin, in vault! 'Astonishing! 'Say that hammer of mine's a wall my work. Two; four; and two is six, measuring on the pavement. 'Six foot inside that wall is Mrs. Sapsea. 'Not really Mrs. Sapsea? 'Say Mrs. Sapsea. Her wall's thicker, but say Mrs. Sapsea.
He says that his complexion is 'Un- English. And when Mr. Sapsea has once declared anything to be Un- English, he considers that thing everlastingly sunk in the bottomless pit. John Jasper is truly sorry to hear Mr. Sapsea speak thus, for he knows right well that Mr. Sapsea never speaks without a meaning, and that he has a subtle trick of being right. Mr. Mr.
Sapsea begins, and then stops: 'You will excuse me calling you young man, Mr. Jasper? You are much my junior. 'By all means. 'If I have not gone to foreign countries, young man, foreign countries have come to me. They have come to me in the way of business, and I have improved upon my opportunities. Put it that I take an inventory, or make a catalogue. I see a French clock.
Sapsea finishes off with an air of bestowing a benediction on the assembled brokers, which leaves the real Dean a modest and worthy gentleman far behind. Mr. Sapsea has many admirers; indeed, the proposition is carried by a large local majority, even including non-believers in his wisdom, that he is a credit to Cloisterham.
'Would His Honour allow me to inquire whether there are strong suspicions of any one? 'More than suspicions, sir, returned Mr. Sapsea; 'all but certainties. 'Only think now! cried Mr. Datchery. 'But proof, sir, proof must be built up stone by stone, said the Mayor. 'As I say, the end crowns the work.
Sapsea pointed it out as if he himself had invented and built it: there were a few details indeed of which he did not approve, but those he glossed over, as if the workmen had made mistakes in his absence. The Cathedral disposed of, he led the way by the churchyard, and stopped to extol the beauty of the evening by chance in the immediate vicinity of Mrs. Sapsea's epitaph.
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