'Now,' said Mr.Creakle.

'What's the report of this boy ?' 'There's nothing against him yet,' returned the man with the wooden leg.
'There has been no opportunity.' I thought Mr.Creakle was disappointed.

I thought Mrs.and Miss Creakle (at whom I now glanced for the first time, and who were, both, thin and quiet) were not disappointed.
'Come here, sir!' said Mr.Creakle, beckoning to me.
'Come here!' said the man with the wooden leg, repeating the gesture.
'I have the happiness of knowing your father-in-law,' whispered Mr.
Creakle, taking me by the ear; 'and a worthy man he is, and a man of a strong character.

He knows me, and I know him.

Do YOU know me?
Hey ?' said Mr.Creakle, pinching my ear with ferocious playfulness.
'Not yet, sir,' I said, flinching with the pain.
'Not yet?
Hey ?' repeated Mr.Creakle.