"What are you about?" demanded Wemmick, with the utmost indignation. "What do you come snivelling here for?"

     "I didn't go to do it, Mr. Wemmick."

     "You did," said Wemmick. "How dare you? You're not in a fit state to come here, if you can't come here without spluttering like a bad pen. What do you mean by it?"

     "A man can't help his feelings, Mr. Wemmick," pleaded Mike.

     "His what?" demanded Wemmick, quite savagely. "Say that again!"

     "Now look here my man," said Mr. Jaggers, advancing a step, and pointing to the door. "Get out of this office. I'll have no feelings here. Get out."

     "It serves you right," said Wemmick, "Get out."

     So, the unfortunate Mike very humbly withdrew, and Mr. Jaggers and Wemmick appeared to have re-established their good understanding, and went to work again with an air of refreshment upon them as if they had just had lunch.