Now, Sir, come along;' and the stout gentleman extended his arm, and pulled first Mr.Pickwick, and then Mr.Snodgrass, into the barouche by main force.
Mr.Winkle mounted to the box, the fat boy waddled to the same perch, and fell fast asleep instantly.
'Well, gentlemen,' said the stout man, 'very glad to see you.

Know you very well, gentlemen, though you mayn't remember me.

I spent some ev'nin's at your club last winter--picked up my friend Mr.Tupman here this morning, and very glad I was to see him.

Well, Sir, and how are you?
You do look uncommon well, to be sure.' Mr.Pickwick acknowledged the compliment, and cordially shook hands with the stout gentleman in the top-boots.
'Well, and how are you, sir ?' said the stout gentleman, addressing Mr.Snodgrass with paternal anxiety.

'Charming, eh?
Well, that's right--that's right.