Under the
name,' said Martin, who never hammered upon an idea that wasn't red hot,
'under the name of Chuzzlewit and Tapley.'
'Lord love you, sir,' cried Mark, 'don't have my name in it. I ain't
acquainted with the business, sir. I must be Co., I must. I've often
thought,' he added, in a low voice, 'as I should like to know a Co.; but
I little thought as ever I should live to be one.'
'You shall have your own way, Mark.'
'Thank'ee, sir. If any country gentleman thereabouts, in the public way,
or otherwise, wanted such a thing as a skittle-ground made, I could take
that part of the bis'ness, sir.'
'Against any architect in the States,' said Martin. 'Get a couple of
sherry-cobblers, Mark, and we'll drink success to the firm.'
Either he forgot already (and often afterwards), that they were no
longer master and servant, or considered this kind of duty to be among
the legitimate functions of the Co. But Mark obeyed with his usual
alacrity; and before they parted for the night, it was agreed between
them that they should go together to the agent's in the morning, but
that Martin should decide the Eden question, on his own sound judgment.
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