What
are you, Mr. Slide, to-day?"
"If you'd talk of things, Bunce, which you understand, you would not
talk quite so much nonsense."
At this moment Mrs. Bunce entered the room, perhaps preventing a
quarrel, and offered to usher Mr. Slide up to the young member's
room. Phineas had not at first been willing to receive the gentleman,
remembering that when they had last met the intercourse had not been
pleasant,--but he knew that enmities are foolish things, and that
it did not become him to perpetuate a quarrel with such a man as Mr.
Quintus Slide. "I remember him very well, Mrs. Bunce."
"I know you didn't like him, Sir."
"Not particularly."
"No more don't I. No more don't Bunce. He's one of them as 'd say
a'most anything for a plate of soup and a glass of wine. That's what
Bunce says."
"It won't hurt me to see him."
"No, sir; it won't hurt you. It would be a pity indeed if the likes
of him could hurt the likes of you." And so Mr. Quintus Slide was
shown up into the room.
The first greeting was very affectionate, at any rate on the part of
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