friendly creature I ever met with in my life," thinks the patient; "and upon my word and honour, I'll consider of it!")
"Commission to you, Doctor, on four new policies, and a loan this morning, eh?" said Crimple looking, when they had finished lunch, over some papers brought in by the porter. "Well done!"
"Jobling, my dear friend," said Tigg, "long life to you."
"No, no. Nonsense. Upon my word I've no right to draw the commission," said the doctor, "I haven't really. It's picking your pocket. I don't recommend anybody here. I only say what I know. My patients ask me what I know, and I tell 'em what I know. Nothing else. Caution is my weak side, that's the truth; and always was from a boy. That is," said the doctor, filling his glass, "caution in behalf of other people. Whether I would repose confidence in this company myself, if I had not been paying money elsewhere for many years—that's quite another question."
He tried to look as if there were no doubt about it; but feeling that he did it but indifferently, changed the theme, and praised the wine.
"Talking of wine," said the doctor, "reminds me of one of the finest glasses of old light port I ever drank in my life; and that was at a funeral. You have not seen anything of—of that party, Mr. Motague, have you?" handing him a card.
"He is not buried, I hope?" said Tigg, as he took it. "The honour of his company is not requested if he is."
"Ha, ha!" laughed the doctor. "No; not quite. He was honourably connected with that very occasion though."
"Oh!" said Tigg, smoothing his moustache, as he cast his eyes upon the name. "I recollect. No. He has not been here."
The words were on his lips, when Bullamy entered, and presented a card to the Medical Officer.
"Talk of the what's his name—" observed the doctor, rising.
"And he's sure to appear, eh?" said Tigg.
"Why, no, Mr. Montague, no," returned the Doctor. "We will not say that in the present case, for this gentleman is very far from it."
"So much the better," retorted Tigg. "So much the more adaptable to the Anglo-Bengalee. Bullamy, clear the table and take the things out by the other door. Mr. Crimple, business."
"Shall I introduce him?" asked Jobling.
"I shall be eternally delighted," answered Tigg, kissing his hand and smiling sweetly.
The doctor disappeared into the outer office, and immediately returned with Jonas Chuzzlewit.
"Mr. Montague," said Jobling. "Allow me. My friend Mr. Chuzzlewit. My dear friend—our chairman. Now do you know," he added, checking himself with infinite policy, and looking round with a smile: "that's a very singular instance of the force of example. It really is a very remarkable instance of the force of example. I say our chairman. Why do I say our chairman? Because he is not my chairman, you know. I have no connection with the company, farther than giving them, for a certain fee and reward, my poor opinion as a
