Mr. Grewgious, looking round his pair of office candles. “I thought you had called and merely left your name, and gone. How do you do, Mr. Edwin? Dear me, you’re choking!”
“It’s this fog,” returned Edwin; “and it makes my eyes smart, like Cayenne pepper.”
“Is it really so bad as that? Pray undo your wrappers. It’s fortunate I have so good a fire; but Mr. Bazzard has taken care of me.”
“No I haven’t,” said Mr. Bazzard at the door.
“Ah! then it follows that I must have taken care of myself without observing it,” said Mr. Grewgious. “Pray be seated in my chair. No. I beg! Coming out of such an atmosphere, in my chair.”