Christian smiled. "He certainly has a fair tongue," he said.
"Do you know him?" asked Faithful.
"Know him! Yes, better than he knows himself."
"Tell me, then, who is he?"
"I wonder that you don't know him. He is a fellow from our town, and his name is Talkative. His father's name is Say-well, and his home is in Prating Row."
"Well, he seems to be a very pretty man," said Faithful.
"He is prettiest away from home," said Christian.
"The people who know him say that it is better to deal with a Turk than with him. He is ugly to his family, ugly to his servants, ugly to all goodness at home. But he is always ready to talk, and he talks to please the company he is in."
"Since you know him so well," said Faithful, "I am led to believe that he is a great sayer but no doer. I am already sick of his prattle and his company. But how shall we get rid of him?"
"Only ask him some question touching his own life and morals, and see whether he won't become sick of your company," answered Christian.
