It is but a whim of mine.

And even for my whim, Mr.Sapsea here is more accountable than I am.' 'How so, Mr.Mayor ?' says the Dean, with a nod of good-natured recognition of his Fetch.

'How is that, Mr.Mayor ?' 'I am not aware,' Mr.Sapsea remarks, looking about him for information, 'to what the Very Reverend the Dean does me the honour of referring.' And then falls to studying his original in minute points of detail.
'Durdles,' Mr.Tope hints.
'Ay!' the Dean echoes; 'Durdles, Durdles!' 'The truth is, sir,' explains Jasper, 'that my curiosity in the man was first really stimulated by Mr.Sapsea.

Mr.Sapsea's knowledge of mankind and power of drawing out whatever is recluse or odd around him, first led to my bestowing a second thought upon the man: though of course I had met him constantly about.

You would not be surprised by this, Mr.Dean, if you had seen Mr.Sapsea deal with him in his own parlour, as I did.' 'O!' cries Sapsea, picking up the ball thrown to him with ineffable complacency and pomposity; 'yes, yes.