After a little pause he pointed to a chair.
"Just sit down," he said.

"I want to talk over this Simiacine business with you." Joseph squared his shoulders, and sat down with a face indicative of the gravest attention.

Sitting thus he was no longer a servant, but a partner in the Simiacine.

He even indulged in a sidelong jerk of the head, as if requesting the attention of some absent friend in a humble sphere of life to this glorious state of affairs.
"You know," said Meredith, "Mr.Durnovo is more or less a blackguard." Joseph drew in his feet, having previously hitched his trousers up at the knees.
"Yes, sir," he said, glancing up.

"A blackguard--a damned blackguard," he added unofficially under his breath.
"He wants continual watching and a special treatment.