'I wish however to see Mr Barnacle.' 'But I say.

Look here! You haven't got any appointment, you know,' said Barnacle Junior.
(By this time he had found the eye-glass, and put it up again.) 'No,' said Arthur Clennam.

'That is what I wish to have.' 'But I say.

Look here! Is this public business ?' asked Barnacle junior.
(Click! Eye-glass down again.

Barnacle Junior in that state of search after it that Mr Clennam felt it useless to reply at present.) 'Is it,' said Barnacle junior, taking heed of his visitor's brown face, 'anything about--Tonnage--or that sort of thing ?' (Pausing for a reply, he opened his right eye with his hand, and stuck his glass in it, in that inflammatory manner that his eye began watering dreadfully.) 'No,' said Arthur, 'it is nothing about tonnage.' 'Then look here.