Mr Meagles bestirred himself with such prompt activity in the matter of
the negotiation with Daniel Doyce which Clennam had entrusted to him,
that he soon brought it into business train, and called on Clennam at
nine o'clock one morning to make his report. 'Doyce is highly gratified
by your good opinion,' he opened the business by saying, 'and desires
nothing so much as that you should examine the affairs of the Works for
yourself, and entirely understand them. He has handed me the keys of
all his books and papers--here they are jingling in this pocket--and the
only charge he has given me is "Let Mr Clennam have the means of putting
himself on a perfect equality with me as to knowing whatever I know.
If it should come to nothing after all, he will respect my confidence.
Unless I was sure of that to begin with, I should have nothing to do
with him." And there, you see,' said Mr Meagles, 'you have Daniel Doyce
all over.' 'A very honourable character.'
'Oh, yes, to be sure. Not a doubt of it. Odd, but very honourable. Very
odd though. Now, would you believe, Clennam,' said Mr Meagles, with
a hearty enjoyment of his friend's eccentricity, 'that I had a whole
morning in What's-his-name Yard--' 'Bleeding Heart?'
'A whole morning in Bleeding Heart Yard, before I could induce him to
pursue the subject at all?' 'How was that?' 'How was that, my friend?