He's a coal-merchant, Snob my boy, and I have no doubt Mr.Perkins's Wallsends are supplied from his wharf.

He is in a flaming furnace when he hears coals mentioned.

He and his wife and his mother are very proud of Mrs.Sackville's family; she was a Miss Chuff, daughter of Captain Chuff, R.N.That is the widow; that stout woman in crimson tabinet, battling about the odd trick with old Mr.
Dumps, at the card-table.' And so, in fact, it was.

Sackville Maine (whose name is a hundred times more elegant, surely, than that of Chuff) was blest with a pretty wife, and a genteel mother-in-law, both of whom some people may envy him.
Soon after his marriage the old lady was good enough to come and pay him a visit--just for a fortnight--at his pretty little cottage, Kennington Oval; and, such is her affection for the place, has never quitted it these four years.

She has also brought her son, Nelson Collingwood Chuff, to live with her; but he is not so much at home as his mamma, going as a day-boy to Merchant Taylors' School, where he is getting a sound classical education.
If these beings, so closely allied to his wife, and so justly dear to her, may be considered as drawbacks to Maine's happiness, what man is there that has not some things in life to complain of?
And when I first knew Mr.Maine, no man seemed more comfortable than he.