The account is now favourably balanced: my creditor has accepted a composition.

O let us be joyful, joyful! O let us be joyful!" Great sensation on the part of Mrs.Snagsby.
"My friends," says Chadband, looking round him in conclusion, "I will not proceed with my young friend now.

Will you come to-morrow, my young friend, and inquire of this good lady where I am to be found to deliver a discourse unto you, and will you come like the thirsty swallow upon the next day, and upon the day after that, and upon the day after that, and upon many pleasant days, to hear discourses ?" (This with a cow-like lightness.) Jo, whose immediate object seems to be to get away on any terms, gives a shuffling nod.

Mr.Guppy then throws him a penny, and Mrs.
Snagsby calls to Guster to see him safely out of the house.

But before he goes downstairs, Mr.Snagsby loads him with some broken meats from the table, which he carries away, hugging in his arms.
So, Mr.Chadband--of whom the persecutors say that it is no wonder he should go on for any length of time uttering such abominable nonsense, but that the wonder rather is that he should ever leave off, having once the audacity to begin--retires into private life until he invests a little capital of supper in the oil-trade.