That's your name.' At these words, I observed the gentleman more attentively.

His laugh coming to my remembrance too, I knew him to be Mr.Quinion, whom I had gone over to Lowestoft with Mr.Murdstone to see, before--it is no matter--I need not recall when.
'And how do you get on, and where are you being educated, Brooks ?' said Mr.Quinion.
He had put his hand upon my shoulder, and turned me about, to walk with them.

I did not know what to reply, and glanced dubiously at Mr.
Murdstone.
'He is at home at present,' said the latter.

'He is not being educated anywhere.

I don't know what to do with him.