"Yes! And lookee here, Mr. Snagsby," resumes Bucket, taking him aside by the arm, tapping him familiarly on the breast, and speaking in a confidential tone. "You're a man of the world, you know, and a man of business, and a man of sense. That's what YOU are."
"I am sure I am much obliged to you for your good opinion," returns the stationer with his cough of modesty, "but--"
"That's what YOU are, you know," says Bucket. "Now, it an't necessary to say to a man like you, engaged in your business, which is a business of trust and requires a person to be wide awake and have his senses about him and his head screwed on tight (I had an uncle in your business once)--it an't necessary to say to a man like you that it's the best and wisest way to keep little matters like this quiet. Don't you see? Quiet!"
"Certainly, certainly," returns the other.

"And lookee here, Mr. Snagsby," resumes Bucket, taking him by the arm, and speaking in a confidential tone. "You're a man of the world, and a man of business, and a man of sense."
"I am sure I am much obliged to you for your good opinion," returns the stationer with his cough of modesty, "but-"
"That's what you are, you know," says Bucket. "Now, it an't necessary to say to a man like you that it's best and wisest to keep little matters like this quiet. Quiet!"
"Certainly, certainly," returns the other.
