You'd better not keep on pulling his ears, please.

I know he won't like it.' To this remonstrance Mr Chuckster deigned no other answer, than addressing Kit with a lofty and distant air as 'young feller,' and requesting him to cut and come again with all speed.

The 'young feller' complying, Mr Chuckster put his hands in his pockets, and tried to look as if he were not minding the pony, but happened to be lounging there by accident.
Kit scraped his shoes very carefully (for he had not yet lost his reverence for the bundles of papers and the tin boxes,) and tapped at the office-door, which was quickly opened by the Notary himself.
'Oh! come in, Christopher,' said Mr Witherden.
'Is that the lad ?' asked an elderly gentleman, but of a stout, bluff figure--who was in the room.
'That's the lad,' said Mr Witherden.

'He fell in with my client, Mr Garland, sir, at this very door.

I have reason to think he is a good lad, sir, and that you may believe what he says.