1 Mr. Pumblechook partook of pudding.
2 "True again," said Uncle Pumblechook.
3 I saw Mr. Pumblechook balance his knife.
4 "She ain't in that line, Mum," said Mr. Pumblechook.
5 But Mr. Pumblechook said, sharply, "Give him wine, Mum."
6 "Well, but I mean a four-footed Squeaker," said Mr. Pumblechook.
7 Mr. Pumblechook added, after a short interval of reflection, "Look at Pork alone."
8 Besides," said Mr. Pumblechook, turning sharp on me, "think what you've got to be grateful for.
9 The course terminated, and Mr. Pumblechook had begun to beam under the genial influence of gin and water.
10 Mr. Pumblechook and Mr. Hubble declined, on the plea of a pipe and ladies' society; but Mr. Wopsle said he would go, if Joe would.
11 But, Uncle Pumblechook, who was omnipotent in that kitchen, wouldn't hear the word, wouldn't hear of the subject, imperiously waved it all away with his hand, and asked for hot gin and water.
12 I noticed that Mr. Pumblechook in his hospitality appeared to forget that he had made a present of the wine, but took the bottle from Mrs. Joe and had all the credit of handing it about in a gush of joviality.
13 Mrs. Joe was soon landed, and Uncle Pumblechook was soon down too, covering the mare with a cloth, and we were soon all in the kitchen, carrying so much cold air in with us that it seemed to drive all the heat out of the fire.
14 The sergeant took a polite leave of the ladies, and parted from Mr. Pumblechook as from a comrade; though I doubt if he were quite as fully sensible of that gentleman's merits under arid conditions, as when something moist was going.
15 But I don't mean in that form, sir," returned Mr. Pumblechook, who had an objection to being interrupted; "I mean, enjoying himself with his elders and betters, and improving himself with their conversation, and rolling in the lap of luxury.
16 Mrs. Joe made occasional trips with Uncle Pumblechook on market-days, to assist him in buying such household stuffs and goods as required a woman's judgment; Uncle Pumblechook being a bachelor and reposing no confidences in his domestic servant.
17 For you do not know that Uncle Pumblechook, being sensible that for anything we can tell, this boy's fortune may be made by his going to Miss Havisham's, has offered to take him into town to-night in his own chaise-cart, and to keep him to-night, and to take him with his own hands to Miss Havisham's to-morrow morning.
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