'
'Because if there is, you know,' said Jonas, 'ask him. We don't want to
make a secret of it.'
'No,' repeated Mr Pecksniff, after a little reflection. 'I am not
the less obliged to you on that account, Mr Jonas, for your liberal
hospitality; but there really is no one.'
'Very well,' said Jonas; 'then you, and I, and Chuffey, and the doctor,
will be just a coachful. We'll have the doctor, Pecksniff, because he
knows what was the matter with him, and that it couldn't be helped.'
'Where is our dear friend, Mr Chuffey?' asked Pecksniff, looking round
the chamber, and winking both his eyes at once--for he was overcome by
his feelings.
But here he was interrupted by Mrs Gamp, who, divested of her bonnet and
shawl, came sidling and bridling into the room; and with some sharpness
demanded a conference outside the door with Mr Pecksniff.
'You may say whatever you wish to say here, Mrs Gamp,' said that
gentleman, shaking his head with a melancholy expression.
'It is not much as I have to say when people is a-mourning for the dead
and gone,' said Mrs Gamp; 'but what I have to say is TO the pint and
purpose, and no offence intended, must be so considered.
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