“Asks me if he is going!” exclaimed Fledgeby. “Asks me, as if he didn’t know his own purpose! Asks me, as if he hadn’t got his hat on ready! Asks me, as if his sharp old eye⁠—why, it cuts like a knife⁠—wasn’t looking at his walking-stick by the door!”

“Do I go, sir?”

“Do you go?” sneered Fledgeby. “Yes, you do go. Toddle, Judah!”