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‘
At
least
you
know
his
name
?
’
said
Dick
.
To
which
Mr
Chuckster
replied
,
with
an
elevation
of
speech
becoming
a
Glorious
Apollo
,
that
he
was
‘
everlastingly
blessed
’
if
he
did
.
‘
All
I
know
,
my
dear
feller
,
’
said
Mr
Chuckster
,
running
his
fingers
through
his
hair
,
‘
is
,
that
he
is
the
cause
of
my
having
stood
here
twenty
minutes
,
for
which
I
hate
him
with
a
mortal
and
undying
hatred
,
and
would
pursue
him
to
the
confines
of
eternity
if
I
could
afford
the
time
.
’
While
they
were
thus
discoursing
,
the
subject
of
their
conversation
(
who
had
not
appeared
to
recognise
Mr
Richard
Swiveller
)
re
-
entered
the
house
,
and
Kit
came
down
the
steps
and
joined
them
;
to
whom
Mr
Swiveller
again
propounded
his
inquiry
with
no
better
success
.
‘
He
is
a
very
nice
gentleman
,
Sir
,
’
said
Kit
,
‘
and
that
’
s
all
I
know
about
him
.
’
Mr
Chuckster
waxed
wroth
at
this
answer
,
and
without
applying
the
remark
to
any
particular
case
,
mentioned
,
as
a
general
truth
,
that
it
was
expedient
to
break
the
heads
of
Snobs
,
and
to
tweak
their
noses
.
Without
expressing
his
concurrence
in
this
sentiment
,
Mr
Swiveller
after
a
few
moments
of
abstraction
inquired
which
way
Kit
was
driving
,
and
,
being
informed
,
declared
it
was
his
way
,
and
that
he
would
trespass
on
him
for
a
lift
.
Kit
would
gladly
have
declined
the
proffered
honour
,
but
as
Mr
Swiveller
was
already
established
in
the
seat
beside
him
,
he
had
no
means
of
doing
so
,
otherwise
than
by
a
forcible
ejectment
,
and
therefore
,
drove
briskly
off
—
so
briskly
indeed
,
as
to
cut
short
the
leave
-
taking
between
Mr
Chuckster
and
his
Grand
Master
,
and
to
occasion
the
former
gentleman
some
inconvenience
from
having
his
corns
squeezed
by
the
impatient
pony
.
As
Whisker
was
tired
of
standing
,
and
Mr
Swiveller
was
kind
enough
to
stimulate
him
by
shrill
whistles
,
and
various
sporting
cries
,
they
rattled
off
at
too
sharp
a
pace
to
admit
of
much
conversation
:
especially
as
the
pony
,
incensed
by
Mr
Swiveller
’
s
admonitions
,
took
a
particular
fancy
for
the
lamp
-
posts
and
cart
-
wheels
,
and
evinced
a
strong
desire
to
run
on
the
pavement
and
rasp
himself
against
the
brick
walls
.
It
was
not
,
therefore
,
until
they
had
arrived
at
the
stable
,
and
the
chaise
had
been
extricated
from
a
very
small
doorway
,
into
which
the
pony
dragged
it
under
the
impression
that
he
could
take
it
along
with
him
into
his
usual
stall
,
that
Mr
Swiveller
found
time
to
talk
.
‘
It
’
s
hard
work
,
’
said
Richard
.
‘
What
do
you
say
to
some
beer
?
’
Kit
at
first
declined
,
but
presently
consented
,
and
they
adjourned
to
the
neighbouring
bar
together
.
