And I pitied the fellow, thinking his feelings had misled him, and that he had hurt himself by contracting a low match!"
"Just let go my collar, Hunsden."
On the contrary he swayed me to and fro; so I grappled him round the waist. It was dark; the street lonely and lampless. We had then a tug for it; and after we had both rolled on the pavement and with difficulty picked ourselves up, we agreed to walk on more soberly.
"Yes, that's my lace-mender," said I; "and she is to be mine for life—God willing."
"God is not willing—you can't suppose it; what business have you to be suited so well with a partner? And she treats you with a sort of respect too, and says, 'Monsieur,' and modulates her tone in addressing you, actually as if you were something superior! She could not evince more deference to such a one as me, were she favoured by Fortune to the supreme extent of being my choice instead of yours."
