You won't take it ill, John, that I said what I did just now!' 'Ill!' said the other, giving his hand a hearty squeeze; 'why what do you think I am made of?
Mr Tigg and I are not on such an intimate footing that you need be at all uneasy, I give you my solemn assurance of that, Tom.

You are quite comfortable now ?' 'Quite,' said Tom.
'Then once more, good night!' 'Good night!' cried Tom; 'and such pleasant dreams to you as should attend the sleep of the best fellow in the world!' '-- Except Pecksniff,' said his friend, stopping at the door for a moment, and looking gayly back.
'Except Pecksniff,' answered Tom, with great gravity; 'of course.' And thus they parted for the night; John Westlock full of light-heartedness and good humour, and poor Tom Pinch quite satisfied; though still, as he turned over on his side in bed, he muttered to himself, 'I really do wish, for all that, though, that he wasn't acquainted with Mr Tigg.' They breakfasted together very early next morning, for the two young men desired to get back again in good season; and John Westlock was to return to London by the coach that day.

As he had some hours to spare, he bore them company for three or four miles on their walk, and only parted from them at last in sheer necessity.

The parting was an unusually hearty one, not only as between him and Tom Pinch, but on the side of Martin also, who had found in the old pupil a very different sort of person from the milksop he had prepared himself to expect.
Young Westlock stopped upon a rising ground, when he had gone a little distance, and looked back.

They were walking at a brisk pace, and Tom appeared to be talking earnestly.