'You had but little reason to hope that I should become more like yourself.

You are always training yourself to be, mind and body, as clear as crystal, and you always are, and never change; whereas I am a muddy, solitary, moping weed.

However, I have got over that mope.

Shall I wait, while you ask if Mr.Neville has left for my place?
If not, he and I may walk round together.' 'I think,' says Mr.Crisparkle, opening the entrance-door with his key, 'that he left some time ago; at least I know he left, and I think he has not come back.

But I'll inquire.