David had made up his mind never, if he could help himself, to mention those gold-pieces to any one who did not already know of them.

They meant questions, and the questions, explanations.

And he had had enough of both on that particular subject.
But to Mr.Jack he said one day, when they were alone together:-- "Mr.Jack, how many folks have you got inside of your head ?" "Eh--what, David ?" David repeated his question and attached an explanation.
"I mean, the folks that--that make you do things." Mr.Jack laughed.
"Well," he said, "I believe some people make claims to quite a number, and perhaps almost every one owns to a Dr.Jekyll and a Mr.Hyde." "Who are they ?" "Never mind, David.

I don't think you know the gentlemen, anyhow.
They're only something like the little girl with a curl.

One is very, very good, indeed, and the other is horrid." "Oh, yes, I know them; they're the ones that come to me," returned David, with a sigh.