“That’s well,” said Mr. Pickwick. “I am delighted to hear it.”

“But I say,” resumed Lowten, scraping the back of the pen preparatory to making a fresh split, “ what a soft chap that other is!”

“Which other?”

“Why, that servant, or friend, or whatever he is; you know, Trotter.”

“Ah!” said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. “I always thought him the reverse.”