Think of it.

Don't commit yourself now.

You'll find us at the Half Moon and Seven Stars in this village, at any time, and open to any reasonable proposition.

Hem! Chiv, my dear fellow, go out and see what sort of a night it is.' Mr Slyme lost no time in disappearing, and it is to be presumed in going round the corner.

Mr Tigg, planting his legs as wide apart as he could be reasonably expected by the most sanguine man to keep them, shook his head at Mr Pecksniff and smiled.
'We must not be too hard,' he said, 'upon the little eccentricities of our friend Slyme.