This is my common style. It was of no use
having anything uncommon for you. You'd have seen through it. "You'll
have a party?" said Crimple. "No, I won't," I said, "he shall take us in
the rough!"
'And pretty smooth, too, ecod!' said Jonas, glancing round the table.
'This don't cost a trifle.'
'Why, to be candid with you, it does not,' returned the other. 'But I
like this sort of thing. It's the way I spend my money.'
Jonas thrust his tongue into his cheek, and said, 'Was it?'
'When you join us, you won't get rid of your share of the profits in the
same way?' said Tigg.
'Quite different,' retorted Jonas.
'Well, and you're right,' said Tigg, with friendly candour. 'You
needn't. It's not necessary. One of a Company must do it to hold
the connection together; but, as I take a pleasure in it, that's my
department. You don't mind dining expensively at another man's expense,
I hope?'
'Not a bit,' said Jonas.
'Then I hope you'll often dine with me?'
'Ah!' said Jonas, 'I don't mind. On the contrary.'
'And I'll never attempt to talk business to you over wine, I take my
oath,' said Tigg.
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