. Bleak house . nother being brought, he falls to with great good will. Mr. Guppy takes silent notice of him at intervals, until he ishalf way through this second plate and stops to take an enjoyingpull at his pint pot of half-and-half (also renewed), and stretchesout his legs and rubs his hands. Beholding him in which glow ofcontentment, Mr. Guppy says : You are a man again, Tony ! Well, not quite, yet, says Mr. Jobling. Say, just born. Will you take any other vegetables 1 Grass ? Peas ? Summerjcabbage? Thank you, Guppy, says Mr. Jobling. I really dont know!ibut what I ivill take summer cabba
. Bleak house . nother being brought, he falls to with great good will. Mr. Guppy takes silent notice of him at intervals, until he ishalf way through this second plate and stops to take an enjoyingpull at his pint pot of half-and-half (also renewed), and stretchesout his legs and rubs his hands. Beholding him in which glow ofcontentment, Mr. Guppy says : You are a man again, Tony ! Well, not quite, yet, says Mr. Jobling. Say, just born. Will you take any other vegetables 1 Grass ? Peas ? Summerjcabbage? Thank you, Guppy, says Mr. Jobling. I really dont know!ibut what I ivill take summer cabbage. Order given; with the sarcastic addition (from Mr. Smallweed)iX)f Without slugs, Polly ! And cabbage I am growing up, Guppy, says Mr. Jobling, plying his knifeAnd fork with a relishing steadiness., Glad to hear In fact, I have just turned into my teens, says Mr. Jobling. He says no more until he has performed his task, which heI^Lchieves as Messrs. Guppy and Smallweed finish theirs; thus get-. i BLEAK HOUSE. 259 ting over the ground in excellent style, and beating those twogentlemen easily by a veal and ham and a cabbage. Now, Small, says Mr. Guppy, what woidd you recommendabout pastry? Marrow puddings, says Mr. Smallweed, instantly. Aye, aye! cries Mr. Jobling, with an arch look. Yourethere, are you 1 Thank you, Guppy, I dont know but what Itoill take a marrow pudding. Three marrow puddings being produced, Mr. Jobling adds, in apleasant humour, that he is coming of age fast. To these succeed,by command of Mr. Smallweed, three Cheshires; and to those, three small rums. This apex of the entertainment happilyreached, Mr. Jobling puts up his legs on the carpeted seat (havinghis own side of the box to himself), leans against the wall, andsays, I am grown up, now, Guppy. I have arrived at maturity. What do you think, now, says Mr. Guppy, about — youdont mind Smallweed? Not the least in the world. I have the pleasure of drinkinghis good health. Sir, to you ! say
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