Now, if he wanted a friend, why couldn't he have one that knew a thing or two, and could do him some good by his manners and conversation.

I have my faults, sir,' said Mr Chuckster-- 'No, no,' interposed Mr Swiveller.
'Oh yes I have, I have my faults, no man knows his faults better than I know mine.

But,' said Mr Chuckster, 'I'm not meek.

My worst enemies--every man has his enemies, Sir, and I have mine--never accused me of being meek.

And I tell you what, Sir, if I hadn't more of these qualities that commonly endear man to man, than our articled clerk has, I'd steal a Cheshire cheese, tie it round my neck, and drown myself.