through it. 'You 'll have a party?' said Crimple. 'No, I won't!' I said; 'he shall take us in the rough!'"
"And pretty smooth too, ecod!" said Jonas, glancing round the table. "This don't cost a trifle."
"Why, to be candid with you, it does not," returned the other. "But I like this sort of thing. It's the way I spend my money."
Jonas thrust his tongue into his cheek, and said, "Was it?"
"When you join us, you won't get rid of your share of the profits in the same way?" said Tigg.
"Quite different," retorted Jonas.
"Well, and you're right," said Tigg, with friendly candour. "You needn't. It's not necessary. One of a Company must do it to hold the connexion together; but, as I take a pleasure in it, that's my department. You don't mind dining expensively at another man's expense, I hope?"
"Not a bit," said Jonas.
"Then I hope you'll often dine with me?"
"Ah!" said Jonas, "I don't mind. On the contrary."
"And I 'll never attempt to talk business to you over wine, I take my oath," said Tigg. "Oh deep, deep, deep of you this morning! I must tell 'em that. They're the very men to enjoy it. Pip, my good fellow, I 've a splendid little trait to tell you of my friend Chuzzlewit, who is the deepest dog I know: I give you my sacred word of honour he is the deepest dog I know, Pip!"
Pip swore a frightful oath that he was sure of it already; and the anecdote, being told, was received with loud applause, as an incontestable proof of Mr. Jonas's greatness. Pip, in a natural spirit of emulation, then related some instances of his own depth; and Wolf, not to be left behind-hand, recited the leading points of one or two vastly humorous articles he was then preparing. These lucubrations, being of what he called "a warm complexion," were highly approved; and all the company agreed that they were full of point.
"Men of the world, my dear sir," Jobling whispered to Jonas; "thorough men of the world! To a professional person like myself, it's quite refreshing to come into this kind of society. It's not only agreeable—and nothing can be more agreeable—but it's philosophically improving. It's character, my dear sir; character!"
It is so pleasant to find real merit appreciated, whatever its particular walk in life may be, that the general harmony of the company was doubtless much promoted by their knowing that the two men of the world were held in great esteem by the upper classes of society, and by the gallant defenders of their country in the army and navy, but particularly the former. The least of their stories had a colonel in it; lords were as plentiful as oaths; and even the Blood Royal ran in the muddy channel of their personal recollections.
"Mr. Chuzzlewit didn't know him, I'm afraid," said Wolf, in reference to a certain personage of illustrious descent, who had previously figured in a reminiscence.
"No," said Tiny, "But we must bring him into contact with this sort of fellows."
"He was very fond of literature," observed Wolf.
