How are you?
Where have you been?
Come in.' Laying his hand on the mulberry collar of the unresisting Job, Mr.
Weller dragged him into the kitchen; and, locking the door, handed the key to Mr.Muzzle, who very coolly buttoned it up in a side pocket.
'Well, here's a game!' cried Sam.

'Only think o' my master havin' the pleasure o' meeting yourn upstairs, and me havin' the joy o' meetin' you down here.

How are you gettin' on, and how is the chandlery bis'ness likely to do?
Well, I am so glad to see you.

How happy you look.

It's quite a treat to see you; ain't it, Mr.Muzzle ?' 'Quite,' said Mr.Muzzle.
'So cheerful he is!' said Sam.
'In such good spirits!' said Muzzle.