Anything to equal the lightness of his manner and the playful impartiality with which he seemed to convince himself, as he tossed the matter about like a ball of feathers, was surely never seen in anybody else!

“Observe the case, my dear Miss Summerson.  Here is a boy received into the house and put to bed in a state that I strongly object to.  The boy being in bed, a man arrives—­like the house that Jack built.  Here is the man who demands the boy who is received into the house and put to bed in a state that I strongly object to.  Here is a bank-note produced by the man who demands the boy who is received into the house and put to bed in a state that I strongly object to.  Here is the Skimpole who accepts the bank-note produced by the man who demands the boy who is received into the house and put to bed in a state that I strongly object to.  Those are the facts.  Very well.  Should the Skimpole have refused the note?  Why should the Skimpole have refused the note?  Skimpole protests to Bucket, ’What’s this for?  I don’t understand it, it is of no use to me, take it away.’  Bucket still entreats Skimpole to accept it.  Are there reasons why Skimpole, not being warped by prejudices, should accept it?  Yes.  Skimpole perceives them.  What are they?  Skimpole reasons with himself, this is a tamed lynx, an active police-officer, an intelligent man, a person of a peculiarly directed energy and great subtlety both of conception and execution, who discovers our friends and enemies for us when they run away, recovers our property for us when we are robbed, avenges us comfortably when we are murdered.  This active police-officer and intelligent man has acquired, in the exercise of his art, a strong faith in money; he finds it very useful to him, and he makes it very useful to society.  Shall I shake that faith in Bucket because I want it myself; shall I deliberately blunt one of Bucket’s weapons; shall I positively paralyse Bucket in his next detective operation?  And again.  If it is blameable in Skimpole to take the note, it is blameable in Bucket to offer the note—­much more blameable in Bucket, because he is the knowing man.  Now, Skimpole wishes to think well of Bucket; Skimpole deems it essential, in its little place, to the general cohesion of things, that he should think well of Bucket.  The state expressly asks him to trust to Bucket.  And he does.  And that’s all he does!”

I had nothing to offer in reply to this exposition and therefore took my leave.  Mr. Skimpole, however, who was in excellent spirits, would not hear of my returning home attended only by “Little Coavinses,” and accompanied me himself.  He entertained me on the way with a variety of delightful conversation and assured me, at parting, that he should never forget the fine tact with which I had found that out for him about our young friends.