I was right and you were wrong.
That's small matter; you'll be wiser another time.' So saying, he clapped that dejected companion on the shoulder, turned upon his heel, and walked out into the passage, whither poor Mr Pinch, after lingering irresolutely in the parlour for a few seconds, expressing in his countenance the deepest mental misery and gloom followed him.

Then they took up the box between them, and sallied out to meet the mail.
That fleet conveyance passed, every night, the corner of a lane at some distance; towards which point they bent their steps.

For some minutes they walked along in silence, until at length young Westlock burst into a loud laugh, and at intervals into another, and another.

Still there was no response from his companion.
'I'll tell you what, Pinch!' he said abruptly, after another lengthened silence--'You haven't half enough of the devil in you.

Half enough! You haven't any.' 'Well!' said Pinch with a sigh, 'I don't know, I'm sure.