But Martin, who seldom got up or looked about him, was quite incensed by the folly of this speech, and expressed his dissatisfaction by an impatient groan.
'So it is, certainly,' said Mark, brushing the child's hair as coolly as if he had been born and bred a barber.
'What are you talking about, now ?' asked Martin.
'What you said,' replied Mark; 'or what you meant, when you gave that there dismal vent to your feelings.

I quite go along with it, sir.

It IS very hard upon her.' 'What is ?' 'Making the voyage by herself along with these young impediments here, and going such a way at such a time of the year to join her husband.
If you don't want to be driven mad with yellow soap in your eye, young man,' said Mr Tapley to the second urchin, who was by this time under his hands at the basin, 'you'd better shut it.' 'Where does she join her husband ?' asked Martin, yawning.
'Why, I'm very much afraid,' said Mr Tapley, in a low voice, 'that she don't know.

I hope she mayn't miss him.

But she sent her last letter by hand, and it don't seem to have been very clearly understood between 'em without it, and if she don't see him a-waving his pocket-handkerchief on the shore, like a pictur out of a song-book, my opinion is, she'll break her heart.' 'Why, how, in Folly's name, does the woman come to be on board ship on such a wild-goose venture!' cried Martin.
Mr Tapley glanced at him for a moment as he lay prostrate in his berth, and then said, very quietly: 'Ah! How indeed! I can't think! He's been away from her for two year; she's been very poor and lonely in her own country; and has always been a-looking forward to meeting him.