'Humph!' said Mr. Quinion, looking at us both, I thought. 'Fine weather!'
Silence ensued, and I was considering how I could best disengage my shoulder from his hand, and go away, when he said:
'I suppose you are a pretty sharp fellow still? Eh,Brooks?'
'Aye! He is sharp enough,' said Mr. Murdstone,impatiently. 'You had better let him go. He will not thank you for troubling him.'