'It's going to be fitted on a ware'us-door in Thames Street.' 'Perhaps, as that is the case,' said Mr Chester, 'and as it has a stronger flavour of oil than I usually refresh my bedroom with, you will oblige me so far as to put it outside the door ?' 'By all means, sir,' said Mr Tappertit, suiting the action to the word.
'You'll excuse my mentioning it, I hope ?' 'Don't apologise, sir, I beg.

And now, if you please, to business.' During the whole of this dialogue, Mr Chester had suffered nothing but his smile of unvarying serenity and politeness to appear upon his face.
Sim Tappertit, who had far too good an opinion of himself to suspect that anybody could be playing upon him, thought within himself that this was something like the respect to which he was entitled, and drew a comparison from this courteous demeanour of a stranger, by no means favourable to the worthy locksmith.
'From what passes in our house,' said Mr Tappertit, 'I am aware, sir, that your son keeps company with a young lady against your inclinations.
Sir, your son has not used me well.' 'Mr Tappertit,' said the other, 'you grieve me beyond description.' 'Thank you, sir,' replied the 'prentice.

'I'm glad to hear you say so.
He's very proud, sir, is your son; very haughty.' 'I am afraid he IS haughty,' said Mr Chester.

'Do you know I was really afraid of that before; and you confirm me ?' 'To recount the menial offices I've had to do for your son, sir,' said Mr Tappertit; 'the chairs I've had to hand him, the coaches I've had to call for him, the numerous degrading duties, wholly unconnected with my indenters, that I've had to do for him, would fill a family Bible.
Besides which, sir, he is but a young man himself and I do not consider "thank'ee Sim," a proper form of address on those occasions.' 'Mr Tappertit, your wisdom is beyond your years.

Pray go on.' 'I thank you for your good opinion, sir,' said Sim, much gratified, 'and will endeavour so to do.