But permit me to set you right on one point.

You spoke of my sister's tears.

My sister would have let him tear her to pieces, before she would have let him believe that he could make her shed a tear.' Mr.Crisparkle reviewed those mental notes of his, and was neither at all surprised to hear it, nor at all disposed to question it.
'Perhaps you will think it strange, sir,'-- this was said in a hesitating voice--'that I should so soon ask you to allow me to confide in you, and to have the kindness to hear a word or two from me in my defence ?' 'Defence ?' Mr.Crisparkle repeated.

'You are not on your defence, Mr.
Neville.' 'I think I am, sir.

At least I know I should be, if you were better acquainted with my character.' 'Well, Mr.Neville,' was the rejoinder.