Because if he's a bad one, I would rather keep my hands warm by holding them comfortably in my greatcoat pockets.' He appeared to think this such a good joke, that Mr Pinch was quite sure it must be a capital one.

Accordingly, he laughed too, and was fully persuaded that he enjoyed it very much.

Then he settled his bill, and Mr Chuzzlewit paid for the punch; and having wrapped themselves up, to the extent of their respective means, they went out together to the front door, where Mr Pecksniff's property stopped the way.
'I won't drive, thank you, Mr Pinch,' said Martin, getting into the sitter's place.

'By the bye, there's a box of mine.

Can we manage to take it ?' 'Oh, certainly,' said Tom.