"Wrong?" said my guardian with his good-humoured smile. "Who do you suppose would teach you wrong?"
"I don't know, Mr. Jarndyce of Bleak House!" replied the old man, turning up his spectacles on his forehead and rubbing his hands. "I don't suppose as anybody would, but I'd rather trust my own self than another!"
These answers and his manner were strange enough to cause my guardian to inquire of Mr. Woodcourt, as we all walked across Lincoln's Inn together, whether Mr. Krook were really, as his lodger represented him, deranged. The young surgeon replied, no, he had seen no reason to think so. He was exceedingly distrustful, as ignorance usually was, and he was always more or less under the influence of raw gin, of which he drank great quantities and of which he and his back-shop, as we might have observed, smelt strongly; but he did not think him mad as yet.

said my guardian with his good-humoured smile. "Who do you suppose would teach you wrong?"
"I don't know, Mr. Jarndyce!" replied the old man. "I don't suppose as anybody would, but I'd rather trust my own self than another!"
His manner was strange enough to cause my guardian to ask Mr. Woodcourt, as we walked across Lincoln's Inn together, whether Mr. Krook were really deranged, as Miss Flite suggested. The young surgeon replied no, he had seen no reason to think so. Krook was exceedingly distrustful, and generally under the influence of gin, of which he and his back-shop smelt strongly; but he did not think him mad.
