'You will understand me when I say that I am the accredited agent of Chevy Slyme; that I am the ambassador from the court of Chiv?
Ha ha!' 'Heyday!' asked Martin, starting at the mention of a name he knew.
'Pray, what does he want with me ?' 'If your name is Pinch'-- Mr Tigg began.
'It is not' said Martin, checking himself.

'That is Mr Pinch.' 'If that is Mr Pinch,' cried Tigg, kissing his hand again, and beginning to follow his head into the room, 'he will permit me to say that I greatly esteem and respect his character, which has been most highly commended to me by my friend Pecksniff; and that I deeply appreciate his talent for the organ, notwithstanding that I do not, if I may use the expression, grind myself.

If that is Mr Pinch, I will venture to express a hope that I see him well, and that he is suffering no inconvenience from the easterly wind ?' 'Thank you,' said Tom.

'I am very well.' 'That is a comfort,' Mr Tigg rejoined.

'Then,' he added, shielding his lips with the palm of his hand, and applying them close to Mr Pinch's ear, 'I have come for the letter.' 'For the letter,' said Tom, aloud.