"It's hard at my time of life." "It would be easier to be taught by some one," said my guardian.
"Aye, but they might teach me wrong!" returned the old man with a wonderfully suspicious flash of his eye.

"I don't know what I may have lost by not being learned afore.

I wouldn't like to lose anything by being learned wrong now." "Wrong ?" said my guardian with his good-humoured smile.

"Who do you suppose would teach you wrong ?" "I don't know, Mr.Jarndyce of Bleak House!" replied the old man, turning up his spectacles on his forehead and rubbing his hands.

"I don't suppose as anybody would, but I'd rather trust my own self than another!" These answers and his manner were strange enough to cause my guardian to inquire of Mr.Woodcourt, as we all walked across Lincoln's Inn together, whether Mr.Krook were really, as his lodger represented him, deranged.