Swiveller solus.

'Tis now the witching--' '"Hour of night!"' '"When churchyards yawn,"' '"And graves give up their dead."' At the end of this quotation in dialogue, each gentleman struck an attitude, and immediately subsiding into prose walked into the office.
Such morsels of enthusiasm are common among the Glorious Apollos, and were indeed the links that bound them together, and raised them above the cold dull earth.
'Well, and how are you my buck ?' said Mr Chuckster, taking a stool.

'I was forced to come into the City upon some little private matters of my own, and couldn't pass the corner of the street without looking in, but upon my soul I didn't expect to find you.

It is so everlastingly early.' Mr Swiveller expressed his acknowledgments; and it appearing on further conversation that he was in good health, and that Mr Chuckster was in the like enviable condition, both gentlemen, in compliance with a solemn custom of the ancient Brotherhood to which they belonged, joined in a fragment of the popular duet of 'All's Well,' with a long shake' at the end.
'And what's the news ?' said Richard.
'The town's as flat, my dear feller,' replied Mr Chuckster, 'as the surface of a Dutch oven.

There's no news.