"I--I didn't like to go off without saying good-bye, you know," Dobbin said in a very incoherent manner; "because you know some of us mayn't come back again, and I like to see you all well, and--and that sort of thing, you know."
"What do you mean?" Jos asked, rubbing his eyes. The Captain did not in the least hear him or look at the stout gentleman in the nightcap, about whom he professed to have such a tender interest. The hypocrite was looking and listening with all his might in the direction of George's apartments, striding about the room, upsetting the chairs, beating the tattoo, biting his nails, and showing other signs of great inward emotion.
Jos had always had rather a mean opinion of the Captain, and now began to think his courage was somewhat equivocal. "What is it I can do for you, Dobbin?" he said, in a sarcastic tone.

"I - I didn't like to go off without saying good-bye," Dobbin said in an incoherent manner; "because you know some of us mayn't come back again, and - that sort of thing, you know."
"What do you mean?" Jos asked, rubbing his eyes. The Captain did not hear him, for he was looking in the direction of George's apartments, biting his nails, and showing signs of great inward emotion.
Jos had always had rather a mean opinion of the Captain, and now began to think his courage was failing.
"What can I do for you, Dobbin?" he said, in a sarcastic tone.
