’Ah!’groanedYoungJohn。’You!’
Hedidwhathecouldtomusterasmile，andreturned，’Yourfancy。
Youarecompletelymistaken。’
’Imistaken，sir!’saidYoungJohn。’_I_completelymistakenonthatsubject!No，MrClennam，don’ttellmeso。Onanyother，ifyoulike，forIdon’tsetuptobeapenetratingcharacter，andamwellawareofmyowndeficiencies。But，_I_mistakenonapointthathascausedmemoresmartinmybreastthanaflightofsavages’arrowscouldhavedone!_I_mistakenonapointthatalmostsentmeintomygrave，asIsometimeswisheditwould，ifthegravecouldonlyhavebeenmadecompatiblewiththetobacco-
businessandfatherandmother’sfeelings!Imistakenonapointthat，evenatthepresentmoment，makesmetakeoutmypocket-