want? Does he shed employment for you, instruction for you, pocket-money for you? Does he shed even legs of mutton for you in any decent proportion to potatoes and garden stuff?"
"I am afraid," said Pinch, sighing again, "that I'm a great eater: I can't disguise from myself that I'm a great eater. Now you know that, John."
"You a great eater!" retorted his companion, with no less indignation than before. "How do you know you are?"
There appeared to be forcible matter in this inquiry, for Mr. Pinch only repeated in an under-tone that he had a strong misgiving on the subject, and that he greatly feared he was:
"Besides, whether I am or no," he added, "that has little or nothing to do with his thinking me ungrateful. John, there is scarcely a sin in the world that is in my eyes such a crying one as ingratitude; and when he taxes me with that, and believes me to be guilty of it, he makes me miserable and wretched."
"Do you think he don't know that?" returned the other scornfully. "But come, Pinch, before I say anything more to you, just run over the reasons you have for being grateful to him at all, will you? change hands first, for the box is heavy. That 'll do. Now, go on."
"In the first place," said Pinch, "he took me as his pupil for much less than he asked,"
"Well." rejoined his friend, perfectly unmoved by this instance of generosity. "What in the second place 1 "
"What in the second place!" cried Pinch, in a sort of desperation, "why, everything in the second place. My poor old grandmother died happy to think that she had put me with such an excellent man. I have grown up in his house, I am in his confidence, I am his assistant, he allows me a salary: when his business improves, my prospects are to improve too. All this, and a great deal more, is in the second place. And in the very prologue and preface to the first place, John, you must consider this, which nobody knows better than I: that I was born for much plainer and poorer things, that I am not a good hand at his kind of business, and have no talent for it, or indeed for anything else but odds and ends that are of no use or service to anybody."
He said this with so much earnestness, and in a tone so full of feeling, that his companion instinctively changed his manner as he sat do-wn on the box (they had by this time reached the finger-post at the end of the lane); motioned him to sit down beside him; and laid his hand upon his shoulder.
"I believe you are one of the best fellows in the world," he said, "Tom Pinch."
"Not at all," rejoined Tom. "If you only knew Pecksniff as well as I do, you might say it of him, indeed, and say it truly."
"I'll say anything of him, you like," returned the other, "and not another word to his disparagement."
"It's for my sake, then; not his, I am afraid," said Pinch, shaking his head gravely.
"For whose you please, Tom, so that it does please you. Oh! He's
