‘But now I mean to do it,’ returned the Doctor. ‘My first master will succeed me - I am in earnest at last - so you’ll soon have to arrange our contracts, and to bind us firmly to them, like a couple of knaves.’
‘And to take care,’ said Mr. Wickfield, ‘that you’re not imposed on, eh? As you certainly would be, in any contract you should make for yourself. Well! I am ready. There are worse tasks than that, in my calling.’
‘I shall have nothing to think of then,’ said the Doctor, with a smile, ‘but my Dictionary; and this other contract-bargain - Annie.’
As Mr. Wickfield glanced towards her, sitting at the tea table by Agnes, she seemed to me to avoid his look with such unwonted hesitation and timidity, that his attention became fixed upon her, as if something were suggested to his though
