"You're right!" returns Mr. Bucket, shaking hands with him quite affectionately. "--On account of which, and at the same time to oblige a real good customer, you mean to go down with me, in confidence, to Tom-all-Alone's and to keep the whole thing quiet ever afterwards and never mention it to any one. That's about your intentions, if I understand you?"
"You are right, sir. You are right," says Mr. Snagsby.
"Then here's your hat," returns his new friend, quite as intimate with it as if he had made it; "and if you're ready, I am."
They leave Mr. Tulkinghorn, without a ruffle on the surface of his unfathomable depths, drinking his old wine, and go down into the streets.
"You don't happen to know a very good sort of person of the name of Gridley, do you?" says Bucket in friendly converse as they descend the stairs.

"On account of which, and at the same time to oblige a good customer, you mean to go down with me, in confidence, to Tom-all-Alone's and to keep the whole thing quiet afterwards and never mention it to anyone. That's your intention, if I understand you?"
"You are right, sir," says Mr. Snagsby.
"Then here's your hat," returns his new friend; "and if you're ready, I am."
They leave Mr. Tulkinghorn drinking his old wine, and go down into the streets.
"You don't happen to know a good sort of person of the name of Gridley, do you?" says Bucket in friendly converse as they descend the stairs.
