'My dear friend, I am delighted to see you. Jobling you know, I
believe?'
'I think so,' said the doctor pleasantly, as he stepped out of the
circle to shake hands. 'I trust I have the honour. I hope so. My dear
sir, I see you well. Quite well? THAT'S well!'
'Mr Wolf,' said Montague, as soon as the doctor would allow him to
introduce the two others, 'Mr Chuzzlewit. Mr Pip, Mr Chuzzlewit.'
Both gentlemen were exceedingly happy to have the honour of making Mr
Chuzzlewit's acquaintance. The doctor drew Jonas a little apart, and
whispered behind his hand:
'Men of the world, my dear sir--men of the world. Hem! Mr Wolf--literary
character--you needn't mention it--remarkably clever weekly paper--oh,
remarkably clever! Mr Pip--theatrical man--capital man to know--oh,
capital man!'
'Well!' said Wolf, folding his arms and resuming a conversation which
the arrival of Jonas had interrupted. 'And what did Lord Nobley say to
that?'
'Why,' returned Pip, with an oath. 'He didn't know what to say. Same,
sir, if he wasn't as mute as a poker. But you know what a good fellow
Nobley is!'
'The best fellow in the world!' cried Wolf.
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