There you are with the Whole Duty of Man in a commercial country.' When they had walked a little further in silence, Clennam said: 'Have you no taste for anything, Mr Pancks ?' 'What's taste ?' drily retorted Pancks.
'Let us say inclination.' 'I have an inclination to get money, sir,' said Pancks, 'if you will show me how.' He blew off that sound again, and it occurred to his companion for the first time that it was his way of laughing.

He was a singular man in all respects; he might not have been quite in earnest, but that the short, hard, rapid manner in which he shot out these cinders of principles, as if it were done by mechanical revolvency, seemed irreconcilable with banter.
'You are no great reader, I suppose ?' said Clennam.
'Never read anything but letters and accounts.

Never collect anything but advertisements relative to next of kin.

If that's a taste, I have got that.

You're not of the Clennams of Cornwall, Mr Clennam ?' 'Not that I ever heard of.' 'I know you're not.