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'Yer lie, returned the sportsman. ''E went and lamed isself. I see 'im do it, and I giv' 'im a shy as a Widdy-warning to 'im not to go a-bruisin' 'is master's mutton any more. 'Come here. 'I won't; I'll come when yer can ketch me. 'Stay there then, and show me which is Mr. Tope's.
Tope's window- bill, long a Cloisterham Institution, had disappeared; probably had tumbled down one day, and never been put up again. 'I'll call on Mrs. Tope, said Mr. Datchery, 'after dinner. So when he had done his dinner, he was duly directed to the spot, and sallied out for it.
Tope's pardon when she found it incumbent on her to correct him in every detail of his summary of the facts, but pleaded that he was merely a single buffer getting through life upon his means as idly as he could, and that so many people were so constantly making away with so many other people, as to render it difficult for a buffer of an easy temper to preserve the circumstances of the several cases unmixed in his mind.
The service comes to an end, and the servitors disperse to breakfast. Mr. 'Well, mistress. Good morning. You have seen him? 'I'VE seen him, deary; I'VE seen him! 'And you know him? 'Know him! Better far than all the Reverend Parsons put together know him. Mrs. Tope's care has spread a very neat, clean breakfast ready for her lodger.
You see that there winder and door? 'That's Tope's? 'Yer lie; it ain't. That's Jarsper's. 'Indeed? said Mr. Datchery, with a second look of some interest. 'Yes, and I ain't a-goin' no nearer 'IM, I tell yer. 'Why not? ''Cos I ain't a-goin' to be lifted off my legs and 'ave my braces bust and be choked; not if I knows it, and not by 'Im.
He seemed, to her, to have so little to do with it. 'My dear child! can you suppose that any one so wrapped up in another Mrs. Tope's expression: not mine as Jack is in me, could fail to be struck all of a heap by such a sudden and complete change in my life? I say sudden, because it will be sudden to HIM, you know. She nodded twice or thrice, and her lips parted as if she would have assented.
Tope's was somewhere very near it, and that, like the children in the game of hot boiled beans and very good butter, he was warm in his search when he saw the Tower, and cold when he didn't see it. He was getting very cold indeed when he came upon a fragment of burial-ground in which an unhappy sheep was grazing.
Tope's official dwelling, communicating by an upper stair with Mr. Its ancient walls were massive, and its rooms rather seemed to have been dug out of them, than to have been designed beforehand with any reference to them.
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