The Pickwick Papers by Charles Dickens

Mr. Ben Allen and Mr. Bob Sawyer sat together in the little surgery behind the shop, discussing minced veal and future prospects, when the discourse, not unnaturally, turned upon the practice acquired by Bob the aforesaid, and his present chances of deriving a competent independence from the honourable profession to which he had devoted himself.

‘Which, I think,' observed Mr. Bob Sawyer, pursuing the thread of the subject--‘which, I think, Ben, are rather dubious.'