'
Jonas received this compliment with anything but a good grace, perhaps
because of his own private sentiments in reference to the personal
appearance of his deceased parent; perhaps because he was not best
pleased to find that Montague and Tigg were one. That gentleman
perceived it, and tapping him familiarly on the sleeve, beckoned him
to the window. From this moment, Mr Montague's jocularity and flow of
spirits were remarkable.
'Do you find me at all changed since that time?' he asked. 'Speak
plainly.'
Jonas looked hard at his waistcoat and jewels; and said 'Rather, ecod!'
'Was I at all seedy in those days?' asked Montague.
'Precious seedy,' said Jonas.
Mr Montague pointed down into the street, where Bailey and the cab were
in attendance.
'Neat; perhaps dashing. Do you know whose it is?'
'No.'
'Mine. Do you like this room?'
'It must have cost a lot of money,' said Jonas.
'You're right. Mine too. Why don't you'--he whispered this, and nudged
him in the side with his elbow--'why don't you take premiums, instead of
paying 'em? That's what a man like you should do.
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