His head distilled such oil upon his whiskers, that they were rich and clogged with unctuous drops; his face was violently inflamed, his limbs trembled; and he gasped and strove for breath.
'My good sir!' cried Mr Pecksniff.
'Oh yes!' returned the other; 'oh yes, certainly! Oh to be sure! Oh, of course! You hear him?
You hear him?
all of you!' 'What's the matter ?' cried several voices.
'Oh nothing!' cried Spottletoe, still gasping.

'Nothing at all! It's of no consequence! Ask him! HE'll tell you!' 'I do not understand our friend,' said Mr Pecksniff, looking about him in utter amazement.

'I assure you that he is quite unintelligible to me.' 'Unintelligible, sir!' cried the other.

'Unintelligible! Do you mean to say, sir, that you don't know what has happened! That you haven't decoyed us here, and laid a plot and a plan against us! Will you venture to say that you didn't know Mr Chuzzlewit was going, sir, and that you don't know he's gone, sir ?' 'Gone!' was the general cry.
'Gone,' echoed Mr Spottletoe.

'Gone while we were sitting here.