No.

I beg! Coming out of such an atmosphere, in _my_ chair.' Edwin took the easy-chair in the corner; and the fog he had brought in with him, and the fog he took off with his greatcoat and neck-shawl, was speedily licked up by the eager fire.
'I look,' said Edwin, smiling, 'as if I had come to stop.' '-- By the by,' cried Mr.Grewgious; 'excuse my interrupting you; do stop.
The fog may clear in an hour or two.

We can have dinner in from just across Holborn.

You had better take your Cayenne pepper here than outside; pray stop and dine.' 'You are very kind,' said Edwin, glancing about him as though attracted by the notion of a new and relishing sort of gipsy-party.
'Not at all,' said Mr.Grewgious; '_you_ are very kind to join issue with a bachelor in chambers, and take pot-luck.

And I'll ask,' said Mr.
Grewgious, dropping his voice, and speaking with a twinkling eye, as if inspired with a bright thought: 'I'll ask Bazzard.