Richard, his face flushing suddenly, strikes the desk with his clenched hand.
"Mr. Vholes! If any man had told me when I first went to John Jarndyce's house that he was anything but the disinterested friend he seemed--that he was what he has gradually turned out to be--I could have found no words strong enough to repel the slander; I could not have defended him too ardently. So little did I know of the world! Whereas now I do declare to you that he becomes to me the embodiment of the suit; that in place of its being an abstraction, it is John Jarndyce; that the more I suffer, the more indignant I am with him; that every new delay and every new disappointment is only a new injury from John Jarndyce's hand."
"No, no," says Vholes. "Don't say so. We ought to have patience, all of us. Besides, I never disparage, sir. I never disparage."

Richard, his face flushing suddenly, strikes the desk with his clenched hand.
"Mr. Vholes! If any man had told me when I first went to John Jarndyce's house that he was anything but a disinterested friend - I could have found no words strong enough to repel the slander. So little did I know of the world! Whereas now he has become to me the embodiment of the suit; the more I suffer, the more indignant I am with him; every new delay and disappointment is only a new injury from John Jarndyce's hand."
"No, no," says Vholes. "Don't say so. We ought to have patience. Besides, I never disparage, sir."
