Then he looked on Charity with even greater favour than before, and besought her, as his polite manner was, to 'come a little closer.' 'There's another thing that's not easily overdone, father,' remarked Jonas, after a short silence.
'What's that ?' asked the father; grinning already in anticipation.
'A bargain,' said the son.

'Here's the rule for bargains--"Do other men, for they would do you." That's the true business precept.

All others are counterfeits.' 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.

But this old man's enthusiasm had the redeeming quality of being felt in sympathy with the only creature to whom he was linked by ties of long association, and by his present helplessness.

And if there had been anybody there, who cared to think about it, some dregs of a better nature unawakened, might perhaps have been descried through that very medium, melancholy though it was, yet lingering at the bottom of the worn-out cask called Chuffey.
As matters stood, nobody thought or said anything upon the subject; so Chuffey fell back into a dark corner on one side of the fireplace, where he always spent his evenings, and was neither seen nor heard again that night; save once, when a cup of tea was given him, in which he was seen to soak his bread mechanically.