“This is the man I was telling you about, Harthouse,” said Mr. Bounderby. The gentleman he addressed, who was talking to Mrs. Bounderby on the sofa, got up, saying in an indolent way, “Oh really?” and dawdled to the hearthrug where Mr. Bounderby stood.

“Now,” said Bounderby, “speak up!”

After the four days he had passed, this address fell rudely and discordantly on Stephen’s ear. Besides being a rough handling of his wounded mind, it seemed to assume that he really was the self-interested deserter he had been called.

“What were it, sir,” said Stephen, “as yo were pleased to want wi’ me?”