'You do?' cried Tigg, stopping short.
'I should hope so.'
He turned the papers down again, and moving nearer to him, said in his
ear:
'I know you do. I know you do. Look at me!'
It was not much in Jonas's way to look straight at anybody; but thus
requested, he made shift to take a tolerable survey of the chairman's
features. The chairman fell back a little, to give him the better
opportunity.
'You know me?' he inquired, elevating his eyebrows. 'You recollect?
You've seen me before?'
'Why, I thought I remembered your face when I first came in,' said
Jonas, gazing at it; 'but I couldn't call to mind where I had seen it.
No. I don't remember, even now. Was it in the street?'
'Was it in Pecksniff's parlour?' said Tigg
'In Pecksniff's parlour!' echoed Jonas, fetching a long breath. 'You
don't mean when--'
'Yes,' cried Tigg, 'when there was a very charming and delightful little
family party, at which yourself and your respected father assisted.'
'Well, never mind HIM,' said Jonas. 'He's dead, and there's no help for
it.'
'Dead, is he!' cried Tigg, 'Venerable old gentleman, is he dead! You're
very like him.
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