humble store, like the Bee, he was as plump as a Peach!"
This reminded me of the wonderful difference between the servile manner in which he had offered his hand in my new prosperity, saying, "May I?" and the ostentatious clemency with which he had just now exhibited the same fat five fingers.
"Hah!" he went on, handing me the bread-and-butter. "And air you a going to Joseph?"
"In Heaven's name," said I, firing in spite of myself, "what does it matter to you where I am going? Leave that teapot alone."
It was the worst course I could have taken, because it gave Pumblechook the opportunity he wanted.
"Yes, young man," said he, releasing the handle of the article in question, retiring a step or two from my table, and speaking for the behoof of the landlord and waiter at the door, "I will leave that teapot alone. You are right, young man. For once, you are right. I forgit myself when I take such an interest in your breakfast, as to wish your
