Martin having done the like for a short time in silence, said abruptly: 'What are you doing in London ?' 'Nothing at all, sir,' rejoined Mark.
'How's that ?' asked Martin.
'I want a place,' said Mark.
'I'm sorry for you,' said Martin.
'-- To attend upon a single gentleman,' resumed Mark.

'If from the country the more desirable.

Makeshifts would be preferred.

Wages no object.' He said this so pointedly, that Martin stopped in his eating, and said: 'If you mean me--' 'Yes, I do, sir,' interposed Mark.
'Then you may judge from my style of living here, of my means of keeping a man-servant.

Besides, I am going to America immediately.' 'Well, sir,' returned Mark, quite unmoved by this intelligence 'from all that ever I heard about it, I should say America is a very likely sort of place for me to be jolly in!' Again Martin looked at him angrily; and again his anger melted away in spite of himself.
'Lord bless you, sir,' said Mark, 'what is the use of us a-going round and round, and hiding behind the corner, and dodging up and down, when we can come straight to the point in six words?
I've had my eye upon you any time this fortnight.