“ Mr. Mell,” said Mr. Creakle, shaking him by the arm; and his whisper was so audible now, that Tungay felt it unnecessary to repeat his words; “you have not forgotten yourself, I hope?”

“No, sir, no,” returned the Master, showing his face, and shaking his head, and rubbing his hands in great agitation. “No, sir. No. I have remembered myself, I⁠—no, Mr. Creakle, I have not forgotten myself, I⁠—I have remembered myself, sir. I⁠—I⁠—could wish you had remembered me a little sooner, Mr. Creakle. It⁠—it⁠—would have been more kind, sir, more just, sir. It would have saved me something, sir.”