Mell, “that I am not acquainted with the power you can establish over any mind here”—he laid his hand, without considering what he did (as I supposed), upon my head—“or that I have not observed you, within a few minutes, urging your juniors on to every sort of outrage against me, you are mistaken.”
“I don’t give myself the trouble of thinking at all about you,” said Steerforth, coolly; “so I’m not mistaken, as it happens.”
“And when you make use of your position of favouritism here, sir,” pursued Mr. Mell, with his lip trembling very much, “to insult a gentleman—”
“A what?—where is he?” said Steerforth.
Here somebody cried out, “Shame, J. Steerforth! Too bad!” It was Traddles; whom Mr. Mell instantly discomfited by bidding him hold his tongue.