"Mr. C.," returns Vholes, following him close with his eyes wherever he goes, "your spirits are hasty, and I am sorry for it on your account. Excuse me if I recommend you not to chafe so much, not to be so impetuous, not to wear yourself out so. You should have more patience. You should sustain yourself better."
"I ought to imitate you, in fact, Mr. Vholes?" says Richard, sitting down again with an impatient laugh and beating the devil's tattoo with his boot on the patternless carpet.
"Sir," returns Vholes, always looking at the client as if he were making a lingering meal of him with his eyes as well as with his professional appetite. "Sir," returns Vholes with his inward manner of speech and his bloodless quietude, "I should not have had the presumption to propose myself as a model for your imitation or any man's. Let me but leave the good name to my three daughters, and that is enough for me; I am not a self-seeker. But since you mention me so pointedly, I will acknowledge that I should like to impart to you a little of my--come, sir, you are disposed to call it insensibility, and I am sure I have no objection--say insensibility--a little of my insensibility."

"Mr. C.," returns Vholes, following him with his eyes wherever he goes, "your spirits are hasty. Excuse me if I recommend you not to be so impetuous, not to wear yourself out so. You should have more patience."
"I ought to imitate you, in fact, Mr. Vholes?" says Richard, sitting down again with an impatient laugh.
"Sir," returns Vholes, always looking at the client as if he were making a lingering meal of him with his eyes as well as with his professional appetite, "Sir, I should not have the presumption to propose myself as a model for your imitation. But I will acknowledge that I should like to impart to you a little of my - come, sir, you call it insensibility, and I have no objection - a little of my insensibility."
