Add
to it besides the bare fact that this man lives in society, walks the
streets in broad day--I was about to say, holds up his head, but that he
does not--and it will be strange, and very strange, I grant you.'
'Oh! you are hard upon our friend,' replied Sir John, with an engaging
smile. 'You are really very hard upon our friend!'
'Let him go on, Sir John,' said Gashford, fumbling with his gloves. 'Let
him go on. I can make allowances, Sir John. I am honoured with your
good opinion, and I can dispense with Mr Haredale's. Mr Haredale is a
sufferer from the penal laws, and I can't expect his favour.'
'You have so much of my favour, sir,' retorted Mr Haredale, with a
bitter glance at the third party in their conversation, 'that I am
glad to see you in such good company. You are the essence of your great
Association, in yourselves.'
'Now, there you mistake,' said Sir John, in his most benignant way.
'There--which is a most remarkable circumstance for a man of your
punctuality and exactness, Haredale--you fall into error. I don't belong
to the body; I have an immense respect for its members, but I don't
belong to it; although I am, it is certainly true, the conscientious
opponent of your being relieved.
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