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The delighted father applauded this sentiment to the echo; and was so much tickled by it, that he was at the pains of imparting the same to his ancient clerk, who rubbed his hands, nodded his palsied head, winked his watery eyes, and cried in his whistling tones, 'Good! good! Your own son, Mr Chuzzlewit' with every feeble demonstration of delight that he was capable of making.
Before Tom, in his indignation and amazement, could return an answer to a question he so little understood, a gentleman approached Tom behind, and saluted Jonas Chuzzlewit by name. He has a gentleman of foreign appearance, with a black moustache and whiskers; and addressed him with a polite composure, strangely different from his own distracted and desperate manner.
The habit of exaggeration which was so particularly annoying to English visitors in the middle of the last century annoying even to Charles Dickens, who was himself something of an expert in exuberance is a physical and moral no less than a mental quality. That monstrous braggadocio which Dickens properly satirized in Martin Chuzzlewit was partly, of course, the product of provincial ignorance.
'I did, sir, returned Mark; 'and you never see a gentleman more surprised in all your born days than he was. 'What more did you tell him? Mr Chuzzlewit inquired. 'Why, sir, said Mr Tapley, smiling, 'I should have liked to tell him a deal more, but not being able, sir, I didn't tell it him. 'You told him all you knew? 'But it was precious little, sir, retorted Mr Tapley.
Tom answered, with even more than his usual enthusiasm, that he was under obligations to Mr Pecksniff which the devotion of a lifetime would but imperfectly repay. 'How long have you known my nephew? asked Martin. 'Your nephew, sir? faltered Tom. 'Mr Jonas Chuzzlewit, said Mary. 'Oh dear, yes, cried Tom, greatly relieved, for his mind was running upon Martin. 'Certainly.
Nor did he even then seek any prolonged repose, but merely slumbered in his chair, until seven o'clock, when Mr Tapley had appointed to come to him by his desire; and came as fresh and clean and cheerful as the morning itself. 'You are punctual, said Mr Chuzzlewit, opening the door to him in reply to his light knock, which had roused him instantly.
'I think you had better, said Jonas. 'Strange things have been done in the Assurance way before now, by strange sorts of men, and I mean to take care of myself. 'Chuzzlewit! replied Montague, leaning forward, with his arms upon his knees, and looking full into his face.
Cincinnatus, instead of putting his hand to the plough, might put his feet on the tablecloth, and an impression prevail that it was all a part of the same rugged equality and freedom. Insolence might become a tradition. Bad manners might have all the sanctity of good manners. "There you are!" cries Martin Chuzzlewit indignantly, when the American has befouled the butter.
In Martin Chuzzlewit, for instance, Nadgett, who undertook the task of making secret enquiries for the Anglo-Bengalee business, used to sit in Garraway's, and was occasionally seen drying a damp pocket handkerchief before the fire, looking over his shoulder for the man who never appeared. It is also referred to in Little Dorrit as one of the coffee houses frequented by Mr. Flintwich.
"Martin Chuzzlewit" is not a name suggestive of long and serious deliberation: one might rather suppose that it had turned up accidentally and been accepted simply as being as good as another. Yet it was not adopted till after many others had been discussed and rejected.
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