'
'It is very pleasant to hear you say so, Mr Mould,' observed Pecksniff.
'You are very kind, sir. And what a man Mr Chuzzlewit was, sir! Ah! what
a man he was. You may talk of your lord mayors,' said Mould, waving his
hand at the public in general, 'your sheriffs, your common councilmen,
your trumpery; but show me a man in this city who is worthy to walk
in the shoes of the departed Mr Chuzzlewit. No, no,' cried Mould, with
bitter sarcasm. 'Hang 'em up, hang 'em up; sole 'em and heel 'em, and
have 'em ready for his son against he's old enough to wear 'em; but
don't try 'em on yourselves, for they won't fit you. We knew him,' said
Mould, in the same biting vein, as he pocketed his note-book; 'we
knew him, and are not to be caught with chaff. Mr Pecksniff, sir, good
morning.'
Mr Pecksniff returned the compliment; and Mould, sensible of having
distinguished himself, was going away with a brisk smile, when he
fortunately remembered the occasion. Quickly becoming depressed again,
he sighed; looked into the crown of his hat, as if for comfort; put it
on without finding any; and slowly departed.
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