which the arrival of Jonas had interrupted. "And what did Lord Nobley say to that!"
"Why," returned Pip, with an oath, "he didn't know what to say. Damme, sir, if he wasn't as mute as a poker. But you know what a good fellow Nobley is!"
"The best fellow in the world!" cried Wolf "It was only last week that Nobley said to me, 'By Gad, Wolf, I 've got a living to bestow, and if you had but been brought up at the University, strike me blind if I wouldn't have made a parson of you!'"
"Just like him," said Pip with another oath. "And he'd have done it!"
"Not a doubt of it," said Wolf. "But you were going to tell us"—
"Oh, yes!" cried Pip. "To be sure. So I was. At first he was dumb—sewn up, dead, sir—but after a minute he said to the Duke, 'Here's Pip. Ask Pip. Pip's our mutual friend. Ask Pip. He knows.' 'Damme!' said the Duke, 'I appeal to Pip then. Come Pip. Bandy or not bandy? Speak out!' 'Bandy, your Grace, by the Lord Harry!' said I. 'Ha, ha!' laughed the Duke. 'To be sure she is. Bravo Pip. Well said Pip. I wish I may die if you 're not a trump, Pip. Pop me down among your fashionable visitors whenever I'm in town, Pip.' And so I do, to this day."
The conclusion of this story gave immense satisfaction, which was in no degree lessened by the announcement of dinner. Jonas repaired to the dining-room, along with his distinguished host, and took his seat at the board between that individual and his friend the Doctor. The rest fell into their places like men who were well accustomed to the house; and dinner was done full justice to, by all parties.
It was as good a one as money (or credit, no matter which) could produce. The dishes, wines, and fruits were of the choicest kind. Everything was elegantly served. The plate was gorgeous. Mr. Jonas was in the midst of a calculation of the value of this item alone, when his host disturbed him.
"A glass of wine?"
"Oh!" said Jonas, who had had several glasses already. "As much of that, as you like! It's too good to refuse."
"Well said, Mr. Chuzzlewit!" cried Wolf.
"Tom Gag, upon my soul!" said Pip.
"Positively, you know, that's—ha, ha, ha!" observed the Doctor, laying down his knife and fork for one instant, and then going to work again, pell-mell—"that's epigrammatic; quite!"
"You 're tolerably comfortable, I hope?" said Tigg, apart to Jonas.
"Oh! You needn't trouble your head about me," he replied. "Famous!"
"I thought it best not to have a party," said Tigg. "You feel that?"
"Why, what do you call this?" retorted Jonas. "You don't mean to say you do this every day, do you?"
"My dear fellow," said Montague, shrugging his shoulders, "every day of my life, when I dine at home. This is my common style. It was of no use having anything uncommon for you. You'd have seen
