Impossible to answer his blunt question in the affirmative, so I disclaimed all tendency to gratitude, and advised him if he expected any reward for his championship, to look for it in a better world, as he was not likely to meet with it here.

In reply he termed me "a dry-hearted aristocratic scamp," whereupon I again charged him with having taken the bread out of my mouth.
"Your bread was dirty, man!" cried Hunsden--"dirty and unwholesome! It came through the hands of a tyrant, for I tell you Crimsworth is a tyrant,--a tyrant to his workpeople, a tyrant to his clerks, and will some day be a tyrant to his wife." "Nonsense! bread is bread, and a salary is a salary.

I've lost mine, and through your means." "There's sense in what you say, after all," rejoined Hunsden.

"I must say I am rather agreeably surprised to hear you make so practical an observation as that last.

I had imagined now, from my previous observation of your character, that the sentimental delight you would have taken in your newly regained liberty would, for a while at least, have effaced all ideas of forethought and prudence.