I really don't see that _he_ has so much to complain of." "But it was so low of Harris to fling it in his teeth like that," I said.
"Well, yes, it was," said Hawkesbury; "but it was not as bad as if he had said something about him that wasn't true.

Well, good-night, Batchelor.

I hope it will be all right in time." I was not much comforted by this conversation; and yet I was not altogether displeased to find that Hawkesbury agreed with me in condemning Harris's conduct, and his last argument, though it took away nothing from my unkindness, certainly did strike me.

However unpleasant and cruel Jack's treatment had been, one must remember that the story told about him was true.

Yes, it was a great consolation to feel that, whatever else had happened, no one had told a lie! As I passed the top of Style Street, meditating on these things, I became aware that Billy was striding across my path with a face full of grimy concern.
"I say, master," he cried, "where's t'other bloke ?" "I don't know," I said, walking on.
"What, ain't you saw him ?" he demanded, trotting along, blacking-brush in hand, by my side.
"Yes--go away, do you hear?
I don't want you walking beside me." "That there clock," said Billy, pointing up to a clock just over his usual place of business--"that there clock's been gone seving a lump, and he ain't been." "It's nothing to do with me," I cried angrily.