"Oh!" said Mr. Skimpole. "His pocket? Now you are coming to what I don't understand." Taking a little more claret and dipping one of the cakes in it, he shook his head and smiled at Ada and me with an ingenuous foreboding that he never could be made to understand.
"If you go with him here or there," said my guardian plainly, "you must not let him pay for both."

"Oh!" said Mr. Skimpole. "His pocket? Now you are coming to what I don't understand." Dipping one of the cakes in his claret, he shook his head and smiled at us as if predicting that he never could be made to understand.
"If you go with him here or there," said my guardian plainly, "you must not let him pay for you both."
