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You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: The Pickwick Papers - -Author: Charles Dickens - -Release Date: April 22, 2009 [EBook #580] -[Last updated: October 9, 2020] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PICKWICK PAPERS *** - - +</head> +<body> +<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 580 ***</div> +<h1>THE PICKWICK PAPERS</h1> -Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger - - - - - - -</pre> - <p> - <br /> - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <h1> - THE PICKWICK PAPERS - </h1> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> <h2> By Charles Dickens </h2> @@ -120,14 +56,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /> <a href="#link2H_4_0001"> THE POSTHUMOUS PAPERS OF THE PICKWICK CLUB </a><br /><br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> THE PICKWICKIANS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> THE - FIRST DAY’S JOURNEY, AND THE FIRST EVENING’S ADVENTURES; WITH THEIR + FIRST DAY’S JOURNEY, AND THE FIRST EVENING’S ADVENTURES; WITH THEIR CONSEQUENCES <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> A - NEW ACQUAINTANCE—THE STROLLER’S TALE; A DISAGREEABLE INTERRUPTION, + NEW ACQUAINTANCE—THE STROLLER’S TALE; A DISAGREEABLE INTERRUPTION, AND AN UNPLEASANT ENCOUNTER<br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER - IV. </a> A FIELD DAY AND BIVOUAC—MORE NEW FRIENDS <br /><br /> - <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> A SHORT ONE—SHOWING, + IV. </a> A FIELD DAY AND BIVOUAC—MORE NEW FRIENDS <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> A SHORT ONE—SHOWING, AMONG OTHER MATTERS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> AN - OLD-FASHIONED CARD-PARTY—THE CLERGYMAN’S VERSES <br /><br /> <a + OLD-FASHIONED CARD-PARTY—THE CLERGYMAN’S VERSES <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> HOW MR. WINKLE, INSTEAD OF SHOOTING AT THE PIGEON <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> STRONGLY ILLUSTRATIVE OF THE POSITION @@ -176,7 +112,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger CHAPTER XXXV. </a> IN WHICH MR. PICKWICK THINKS HE HAD BETTER GO TO BATH <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. </a> THE CHIEF FEATURES OF WHICH WILL BE FOUND <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0037"> - CHAPTER XXXVII. </a> HONOURABLY ACCOUNTS FOR MR. WELLER’S + CHAPTER XXXVII. </a> HONOURABLY ACCOUNTS FOR MR. WELLER’S ABSENCE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVIII. </a> HOW MR. WINKLE, WHEN HE STEPPED OUT OF THE FRYING-PAN <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XXXIX. </a> MR. SAMUEL WELLER, @@ -188,15 +124,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger LIKE THE PRECEDING ONE, OF THE OLD PROVERB <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0043"> CHAPTER XLIII. </a> SHOWING HOW Mr. SAMUEL WELLER GOT INTO DIFFICULTIES <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0044"> - CHAPTER LXIV. </a> TREATS OF DIVERS LITTLE MATTERS WHICH - OCCURRED <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0045"> CHAPTER XLIV. </a> DESCRIPTIVE + CHAPTER XLIV. </a> TREATS OF DIVERS LITTLE MATTERS WHICH + OCCURRED <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0045"> CHAPTER XLV. </a> DESCRIPTIVE OF AN AFFECTING INTERVIEW <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0046"> CHAPTER XLVI. </a> RECORDS A TOUCHING ACT OF DELICATE FEELING <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0047"> CHAPTER XLVII. </a> IS CHIEFLY DEVOTED TO MATTERS OF BUSINESS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0048"> CHAPTER XLVIII. </a> RELATES HOW MR. PICKWICK, WITH THE ASSISTANCE OF SAMUEL <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0049"> CHAPTER XLIX. - </a> CONTAINING THE STORY OF THE BAGMAN’S UNCLE <br /><br /> <a + </a> CONTAINING THE STORY OF THE BAGMAN’S UNCLE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0050"> CHAPTER L. </a> HOW MR. PICKWICK SPED UPON HIS MISSION <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0051"> CHAPTER LI. </a> IN WHICH MR. PICKWICK ENCOUNTERS AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE <br /><br /> <a @@ -216,10 +152,6 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /> <br /> </p> <hr /> - <p> - <br /> <br /> <a name="link2H_TOC" id="link2H_TOC"> - <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> - </p> <div style="height: 4em;"> <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> @@ -228,25 +160,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h2> <blockquote> <p> - 1. The Pickwickians <br /> 2. The first Day’s Journey, and the first - Evening’s Adventures; with their Consequences <br /> 3. A new - Acquaintance—The Stroller’s Tale—A disagreeable + 1. The Pickwickians <br /> 2. The first Day’s Journey, and the first + Evening’s Adventures; with their Consequences <br /> 3. A new + Acquaintance—The Stroller’s Tale—A disagreeable Interruption, and an unpleasant Encounter <br /> 4. A Field Day and - Bivouac—More new Friends—An Invitation to the Country <br /> - 5. A short one—Showing, among other Matters, how Mr. Pickwick + Bivouac—More new Friends—An Invitation to the Country <br /> + 5. A short one—Showing, among other Matters, how Mr. Pickwick undertook to drive, and Mr. Winkle to ride, and how they both did it - <br /> 6. An old-fashioned Card-party—The Clergyman’s verses—The - Story of the Convict’s Return <br /> 7. How Mr. Winkle, instead of + <br /> 6. An old-fashioned Card-party—The Clergyman’s verses—The + Story of the Convict’s Return <br /> 7. How Mr. Winkle, instead of shooting at the Pigeon and killing the Crow, shot at the Crow and wounded the Pigeon; how the Dingley Dell Cricket Club played All-Muggleton, and how All-Muggleton dined at the Dingley Dell Expense; with other interesting and<br /> instructive Matters <br /> 8. Strongly illustrative of the Position, that the Course of True Love is not a Railway <br /> 9. A Discovery and a Chase <br /> 10. Clearing up all - Doubts (if any existed) of the Disinterestedness of Mr. A. Jingle’s + Doubts (if any existed) of the Disinterestedness of Mr. A. Jingle’s Character <br /> 11. Involving another Journey, and an Antiquarian - Discovery; Recording Mr. Pickwick’s Determination to be present at an - Election; and containing a Manuscript of the old Clergyman’s <br /> 12. + Discovery; Recording Mr. Pickwick’s Determination to be present at an + Election; and containing a Manuscript of the old Clergyman’s <br /> 12. Descriptive of a very important Proceeding on the Part of Mr. Pickwick; no less an Epoch in his Life, than in this History <br /> 13. Some Account of Eatanswill; of the State of Parties therein; and of the @@ -274,8 +206,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger 24. Wherein Mr. Peter Magnus grows jealous, and the middle-aged Lady apprehensive, which brings the Pickwickians within the Grasp of the Law <br /> 25. Showing, among a Variety of pleasant Matters, how majestic and - impartial Mr. Nupkins was; and how Mr. Weller returned Mr. Job Trotter’s - Shuttlecock as heavily as it came—With another Matter, which will + impartial Mr. Nupkins was; and how Mr. Weller returned Mr. Job Trotter’s + Shuttlecock as heavily as it came—With another Matter, which will be found in its Place <br /> 26. Which contains a brief Account of the Progress of the Action of Bardell against Pickwick <br /> 27. Samuel Weller makes a Pilgrimage to Dorking, and beholds his Mother-in-law @@ -288,7 +220,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger liberal Professions; how they disported themselves on the Ice; and how their Visit came to a Conclusion <br /> 31. Which is all about the Law, and sundry Great Authorities learned therein <br /> 32. Describes, far - more fully than the Court Newsman ever did, a Bachelor’s Party, given by + more fully than the Court Newsman ever did, a Bachelor’s Party, given by Mr. Bob Sawyer at his Lodgings in the Borough <br /> 33. Mr. Weller the elder delivers some Critical Sentiments respecting Literary Composition; and, assisted by his Son Samuel, pays a small Instalment of Retaliation @@ -298,7 +230,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger better go to Bath; and goes accordingly <br /> 36. The chief Features of which will be found to be an authentic Version of the Legend of Prince Bladud, and a most extraordinary Calamity that befell Mr. Winkle <br /> - 37. Honourably accounts for Mr. Weller’s Absence, by describing a Soiree + 37. Honourably accounts for Mr. Weller’s Absence, by describing a Soiree to which he was invited and went; also relates how he was intrusted by Mr. Pickwick with a Private Mission of Delicacy and Importance <br /> 38. How Mr. Winkle, when he stepped out of the Frying-pan, walked gently and @@ -309,10 +241,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Pickwick when he got into the Fleet; what Prisoners he saw there; and how he passed the Night <br /> 42. Illustrative, like the preceding one, of the old Proverb, that Adversity brings a Man acquainted with strange - Bedfellows—Likewise containing Mr. Pickwick’s extraordinary and + Bedfellows—Likewise containing Mr. Pickwick’s extraordinary and startling Announcement to Mr. Samuel Weller <br /> 43. Showing how Mr. Samuel Weller got into Difficulties <br /> 44. Treats of divers little - Matters which occurred in the Fleet, and of Mr. Winkle’s mysterious + Matters which occurred in the Fleet, and of Mr. Winkle’s mysterious Behaviour; and shows how the poor Chancery Prisoner obtained his Release at last <br /> 45. Descriptive of an affecting Interview between Mr. Samuel Weller and a Family Party. Mr. Pickwick makes a Tour of the @@ -320,27 +252,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger little as possible <br /> 46. Records a touching Act of delicate Feeling not unmixed with Pleasantry, achieved and performed by Messrs. Dodson and Fogg <br /> 47. Is chiefly devoted to Matters of Business, and the - temporal Advantage of Dodson and Fogg—Mr. Winkle reappears under - extraordinary Circumstances—Mr. Pickwick’s Benevolence proves + temporal Advantage of Dodson and Fogg—Mr. Winkle reappears under + extraordinary Circumstances—Mr. Pickwick’s Benevolence proves stronger than his Obstinacy <br /> 48. Relates how Mr. Pickwick, with the Assistance of Samuel Weller, essayed to soften the Heart of Mr. Benjamin Allen, and to mollify the Wrath of Mr. Robert Sawyer <br /> 49. - Containing the Story of the Bagman’s Uncle <br /> 50. How Mr. Pickwick + Containing the Story of the Bagman’s Uncle <br /> 50. How Mr. Pickwick sped upon his Mission, and how he was reinforced in the Outset by a most unexpected Auxiliary <br /> 51. In which Mr. Pickwick encounters an old - Acquaintance—To which fortunate Circumstance the Reader is mainly + Acquaintance—To which fortunate Circumstance the Reader is mainly indebted for Matter of thrilling Interest herein set down, concerning two great Public Men of Might and Power <br /> 52. Involving a serious Change in the Weller Family, and the untimely Downfall of Mr. Stiggins <br /> 53. Comprising the final Exit of Mr. Jingle and Job Trotter, with - a great Morning of business in Gray’s Inn Square—Concluding with a - Double Knock at Mr. Perker’s Door <br /> 54. Containing some Particulars + a great Morning of business in Gray’s Inn Square—Concluding with a + Double Knock at Mr. Perker’s Door <br /> 54. Containing some Particulars relative to the Double Knock, and other Matters: among which certain interesting Disclosures relative to Mr. Snodgrass and a Young Lady are by no Means irrelevant to this History <br /> 55. Mr. Solomon Pell, assisted by a Select Committee of Coachmen, arranges the affairs of the elder Mr. Weller <br /> 56. An important Conference takes place between - Mr. Pickwick and Samuel Weller, at which his Parent assists—An old + Mr. Pickwick and Samuel Weller, at which his Parent assists—An old Gentleman in a snuff-coloured Suit arrives unexpectedly <br /> 57. In which the Pickwick Club is finally dissolved, and everything concluded to the Satisfaction of Everybody <br /> @@ -379,43 +311,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger documents confided to him has been conducted. </p> <p> - ‘May 12, 1827. Joseph Smiggers, Esq., P.V.P.M.P.C. [Perpetual - Vice-President—Member Pickwick Club], presiding. The following - resolutions unanimously agreed to:— + ‘May 12, 1827. Joseph Smiggers, Esq., P.V.P.M.P.C. [Perpetual + Vice-President—Member Pickwick Club], presiding. The following + resolutions unanimously agreed to:— </p> <p> - ‘That this Association has heard read, with feelings of unmingled + ‘That this Association has heard read, with feelings of unmingled satisfaction, and unqualified approval, the paper communicated by Samuel - Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C. [General Chairman—Member Pickwick Club], - entitled “Speculations on the Source of the Hampstead Ponds, with some - Observations on the Theory of Tittlebats;” and that this Association does + Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C. [General Chairman—Member Pickwick Club], + entitled “Speculations on the Source of the Hampstead Ponds, with some + Observations on the Theory of Tittlebats;” and that this Association does hereby return its warmest thanks to the said Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., for the same. </p> <p> - ‘That while this Association is deeply sensible of the advantages which + ‘That while this Association is deeply sensible of the advantages which must accrue to the cause of science, from the production to which they - have just adverted—no less than from the unwearied researches of + have just adverted—no less than from the unwearied researches of Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., in Hornsey, Highgate, Brixton, and - Camberwell—they cannot but entertain a lively sense of the + Camberwell—they cannot but entertain a lively sense of the inestimable benefits which must inevitably result from carrying the speculations of that learned man into a wider field, from extending his travels, and, consequently, enlarging his sphere of observation, to the advancement of knowledge, and the diffusion of learning. </p> <p> - ‘That, with the view just mentioned, this Association has taken into its + ‘That, with the view just mentioned, this Association has taken into its serious consideration a proposal, emanating from the aforesaid, Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., and three other Pickwickians hereinafter named, for forming a new branch of United Pickwickians, under the title of The Corresponding Society of the Pickwick Club. </p> <p> - ‘That the said proposal has received the sanction and approval of this + ‘That the said proposal has received the sanction and approval of this Association. </p> <p> - ‘That the Corresponding Society of the Pickwick Club is therefore hereby + ‘That the Corresponding Society of the Pickwick Club is therefore hereby constituted; and that Samuel Pickwick, Esq., G.C.M.P.C., Tracy Tupman, Esq., M.P.C., Augustus Snodgrass, Esq., M.P.C., and Nathaniel Winkle, Esq., M.P.C., are hereby nominated and appointed members of the same; and @@ -426,25 +358,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to the Pickwick Club, stationed in London. </p> <p> - ‘That this Association cordially recognises the principle of every member + ‘That this Association cordially recognises the principle of every member of the Corresponding Society defraying his own travelling expenses; and that it sees no objection whatever to the members of the said society pursuing their inquiries for any length of time they please, upon the same terms. </p> <p> - ‘That the members of the aforesaid Corresponding Society be, and are + ‘That the members of the aforesaid Corresponding Society be, and are hereby informed, that their proposal to pay the postage of their letters, and the carriage of their parcels, has been deliberated upon by this Association: that this Association considers such proposal worthy of the great minds from which it emanated, and that it hereby signifies its - perfect acquiescence therein.’ + perfect acquiescence therein.’ </p> <p> A casual observer, adds the secretary, to whose notes we are indebted for - the following account—a casual observer might possibly have remarked + the following account—a casual observer might possibly have remarked nothing extraordinary in the bald head, and circular spectacles, which - were intently turned towards his (the secretary’s) face, during the + were intently turned towards his (the secretary’s) face, during the reading of the above resolutions: to those who knew that the gigantic brain of Pickwick was working beneath that forehead, and that the beaming eyes of Pickwick were twinkling behind those glasses, the sight was indeed @@ -454,7 +386,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a frosty day, or as a solitary specimen of the other in the inmost recesses of an earthen jar. And how much more interesting did the spectacle become, when, starting into full life and animation, as a - simultaneous call for ‘Pickwick’ burst from his followers, that + simultaneous call for ‘Pickwick’ burst from his followers, that illustrious man slowly mounted into the Windsor chair, on which he had been previously seated, and addressed the club himself had founded. What a study for an artist did that exciting scene present! The eloquent @@ -462,18 +394,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the other waving in air to assist his glowing declamation; his elevated position revealing those tights and gaiters, which, had they clothed an ordinary man, might have passed without observation, but which, when - Pickwick clothed them—if we may use the expression—inspired + Pickwick clothed them—if we may use the expression—inspired involuntary awe and respect; surrounded by the men who had volunteered to share the perils of his travels, and who were destined to participate in - the glories of his discoveries. On his right sat Mr. Tracy Tupman—the + the glories of his discoveries. On his right sat Mr. Tracy Tupman—the too susceptible Tupman, who to the wisdom and experience of maturer years superadded the enthusiasm and ardour of a boy in the most interesting and - pardonable of human weaknesses—love. Time and feeding had expanded + pardonable of human weaknesses—love. Time and feeding had expanded that once romantic form; the black silk waistcoat had become more and more developed; inch by inch had the gold watch-chain beneath it disappeared - from within the range of Tupman’s vision; and gradually had the capacious + from within the range of Tupman’s vision; and gradually had the capacious chin encroached upon the borders of the white cravat: but the soul of - Tupman had known no change—admiration of the fair sex was still its + Tupman had known no change—admiration of the fair sex was still its ruling passion. On the left of his great leader sat the poetic Snodgrass, and near him again the sporting Winkle; the former poetically enveloped in a mysterious blue cloak with a canine-skin collar, and the latter @@ -481,7 +413,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger neckerchief, and closely-fitted drabs. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s oration upon this occasion, together with the debate + Mr. Pickwick’s oration upon this occasion, together with the debate thereon, is entered on the Transactions of the Club. Both bear a strong affinity to the discussions of other celebrated bodies; and, as it is always interesting to trace a resemblance between the proceedings of great @@ -494,86 +426,86 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0037.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick observed (says the secretary) that fame was dear to the + ‘Mr. Pickwick observed (says the secretary) that fame was dear to the heart of every man. Poetic fame was dear to the heart of his friend Snodgrass; the fame of conquest was equally dear to his friend Tupman; and the desire of earning fame in the sports of the field, the air, and the water was uppermost in the breast of his friend Winkle. He (Mr. Pickwick) would not deny that he was influenced by human passions and human feelings - (cheers)—possibly by human weaknesses (loud cries of “No”); but this + (cheers)—possibly by human weaknesses (loud cries of “No”); but this he would say, that if ever the fire of self-importance broke out in his bosom, the desire to benefit the human race in preference effectually quenched it. The praise of mankind was his swing; philanthropy was his - insurance office. (Vehement cheering.) He had felt some pride—he - acknowledged it freely, and let his enemies make the most of it—he + insurance office. (Vehement cheering.) He had felt some pride—he + acknowledged it freely, and let his enemies make the most of it—he had felt some pride when he presented his Tittlebatian Theory to the - world; it might be celebrated or it might not. (A cry of “It is,” and + world; it might be celebrated or it might not. (A cry of “It is,” and great cheering.) He would take the assertion of that honourable - Pickwickian whose voice he had just heard—it was celebrated; but if + Pickwickian whose voice he had just heard—it was celebrated; but if the fame of that treatise were to extend to the farthest confines of the known world, the pride with which he should reflect on the authorship of that production would be as nothing compared with the pride with which he looked around him, on this, the proudest moment of his existence. - (Cheers.) He was a humble individual. (“No, no.”) Still he could not but + (Cheers.) He was a humble individual. (“No, no.”) Still he could not but feel that they had selected him for a service of great honour, and of some danger. Travelling was in a troubled state, and the minds of coachmen were unsettled. Let them look abroad and contemplate the scenes which were enacting around them. Stage-coaches were upsetting in all directions, horses were bolting, boats were overturning, and boilers were bursting. - (Cheers—a voice “No.”) No! (Cheers.) Let that honourable Pickwickian - who cried “No” so loudly come forward and deny it, if he could. (Cheers.) - Who was it that cried “No”? (Enthusiastic cheering.) Was it some vain and - disappointed man—he would not say haberdasher (loud cheers)—who, - jealous of the praise which had been—perhaps undeservedly—bestowed - on his (Mr. Pickwick’s) researches, and smarting under the censure which + (Cheers—a voice “No.”) No! (Cheers.) Let that honourable Pickwickian + who cried “No” so loudly come forward and deny it, if he could. (Cheers.) + Who was it that cried “No”? (Enthusiastic cheering.) Was it some vain and + disappointed man—he would not say haberdasher (loud cheers)—who, + jealous of the praise which had been—perhaps undeservedly—bestowed + on his (Mr. Pickwick’s) researches, and smarting under the censure which had been heaped upon his own feeble attempts at rivalry, now took this - vile and calumnious mode of— + vile and calumnious mode of— </p> <p> - ‘MR. BLOTTON (of Aldgate) rose to order. Did the honourable Pickwickian - allude to him? (Cries of “Order,” “Chair,” “Yes,” “No,” “Go on,” “Leave - off,” etc.) + ‘MR. BLOTTON (of Aldgate) rose to order. Did the honourable Pickwickian + allude to him? (Cries of “Order,” “Chair,” “Yes,” “No,” “Go on,” “Leave + off,” etc.) </p> <p> - ‘MR. PICKWICK would not put up to be put down by clamour. He had alluded + ‘MR. PICKWICK would not put up to be put down by clamour. He had alluded to the honourable gentleman. (Great excitement.) </p> <p> - ‘MR. BLOTTON would only say then, that he repelled the hon. gent.‘s false + ‘MR. BLOTTON would only say then, that he repelled the hon. gent.‘s false and scurrilous accusation, with profound contempt. (Great cheering.) The - hon. gent. was a humbug. (Immense confusion, and loud cries of “Chair,” - and “Order.”) + hon. gent. was a humbug. (Immense confusion, and loud cries of “Chair,” + and “Order.”) </p> <p> - ‘Mr. A. SNODGRASS rose to order. He threw himself upon the chair. (Hear.) + ‘Mr. A. SNODGRASS rose to order. He threw himself upon the chair. (Hear.) He wished to know whether this disgraceful contest between two members of that club should be allowed to continue. (Hear, hear.) </p> <p> - ‘The CHAIRMAN was quite sure the hon. Pickwickian would withdraw the + ‘The CHAIRMAN was quite sure the hon. Pickwickian would withdraw the expression he had just made use of. </p> <p> - ‘MR. BLOTTON, with all possible respect for the chair, was quite sure he + ‘MR. BLOTTON, with all possible respect for the chair, was quite sure he would not. </p> <p> - ‘The CHAIRMAN felt it his imperative duty to demand of the honourable + ‘The CHAIRMAN felt it his imperative duty to demand of the honourable gentleman, whether he had used the expression which had just escaped him in a common sense. </p> <p> - ‘MR. BLOTTON had no hesitation in saying that he had not—he had used + ‘MR. BLOTTON had no hesitation in saying that he had not—he had used the word in its Pickwickian sense. (Hear, hear.) He was bound to acknowledge that, personally, he entertained the highest regard and esteem for the honourable gentleman; he had merely considered him a humbug in a Pickwickian point of view. (Hear, hear.) </p> <p> - ‘MR. PICKWICK felt much gratified by the fair, candid, and full + ‘MR. PICKWICK felt much gratified by the fair, candid, and full explanation of his honourable friend. He begged it to be at once understood, that his own observations had been merely intended to bear a - Pickwickian construction. (Cheers.)’ + Pickwickian construction. (Cheers.)’ </p> <p> Here the entry terminates, as we have no doubt the debate did also, after @@ -591,7 +523,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER II. THE FIRST DAY’S JOURNEY, AND THE FIRST EVENING’S ADVENTURES; + CHAPTER II. THE FIRST DAY’S JOURNEY, AND THE FIRST EVENING’S ADVENTURES; WITH THEIR CONSEQUENCES </h2> <p class="pfirst"> @@ -601,13 +533,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger twenty-seven, when Mr. Samuel Pickwick burst like another sun from his slumbers, threw open his chamber window, and looked out upon the world beneath. Goswell Street was at his feet, Goswell Street was on his right - hand—as far as the eye could reach, Goswell Street extended on his - left; and the opposite side of Goswell Street was over the way. ‘Such,’ - thought Mr. Pickwick, ‘are the narrow views of those philosophers who, + hand—as far as the eye could reach, Goswell Street extended on his + left; and the opposite side of Goswell Street was over the way. ‘Such,’ + thought Mr. Pickwick, ‘are the narrow views of those philosophers who, content with examining the things that lie before them, look not to the truths which are hidden beyond. As well might I be content to gaze on Goswell Street for ever, without one effort to penetrate to the hidden - countries which on every side surround it.’ And having given vent to this + countries which on every side surround it.’ And having given vent to this beautiful reflection, Mr. Pickwick proceeded to put himself into his clothes, and his clothes into his portmanteau. Great men are seldom over scrupulous in the arrangement of their attire; the operation of shaving, @@ -615,64 +547,64 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Pickwick, with his portmanteau in his hand, his telescope in his greatcoat pocket, and his note-book in his waistcoat, ready for the reception of any discoveries worthy of being noted down, had arrived at - the coach-stand in St. Martin’s-le-Grand. + the coach-stand in St. Martin’s-le-Grand. </p> <p> - ‘Cab!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Cab!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Here you are, sir,’ shouted a strange specimen of the human race, in a + ‘Here you are, sir,’ shouted a strange specimen of the human race, in a sackcloth coat, and apron of the same, who, with a brass label and number round his neck, looked as if he were catalogued in some collection of - rarities. This was the waterman. ‘Here you are, sir. Now, then, fust cab!’ + rarities. This was the waterman. ‘Here you are, sir. Now, then, fust cab!’ And the first cab having been fetched from the public-house, where he had been smoking his first pipe, Mr. Pickwick and his portmanteau were thrown into the vehicle. </p> <p> - ‘Golden Cross,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Golden Cross,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Only a bob’s vorth, Tommy,’ cried the driver sulkily, for the information + ‘Only a bob’s vorth, Tommy,’ cried the driver sulkily, for the information of his friend the waterman, as the cab drove off. </p> <p> - ‘How old is that horse, my friend?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his + ‘How old is that horse, my friend?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his nose with the shilling he had reserved for the fare. </p> <p> - ‘Forty-two,’ replied the driver, eyeing him askant. + ‘Forty-two,’ replied the driver, eyeing him askant. </p> <p> - ‘What!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, laying his hand upon his note-book. The + ‘What!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, laying his hand upon his note-book. The driver reiterated his former statement. Mr. Pickwick looked very hard at - the man’s face, but his features were immovable, so he noted down the fact + the man’s face, but his features were immovable, so he noted down the fact forthwith. </p> <p> - ‘And how long do you keep him out at a time?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, + ‘And how long do you keep him out at a time?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, searching for further information. </p> <p> - ‘Two or three veeks,’ replied the man. + ‘Two or three veeks,’ replied the man. </p> <p> - ‘Weeks!’ said Mr. Pickwick in astonishment, and out came the note-book + ‘Weeks!’ said Mr. Pickwick in astonishment, and out came the note-book again. </p> <p> - ‘He lives at Pentonwil when he’s at home,’ observed the driver coolly, - ‘but we seldom takes him home, on account of his weakness.’ + ‘He lives at Pentonwil when he’s at home,’ observed the driver coolly, + ‘but we seldom takes him home, on account of his weakness.’ </p> <p> - ‘On account of his weakness!’ reiterated the perplexed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘On account of his weakness!’ reiterated the perplexed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘He always falls down when he’s took out o’ the cab,’ continued the - driver, ‘but when he’s in it, we bears him up werry tight, and takes him - in werry short, so as he can’t werry well fall down; and we’ve got a pair - o’ precious large wheels on, so ven he does move, they run after him, and - he must go on—he can’t help it.’ + ‘He always falls down when he’s took out o’ the cab,’ continued the + driver, ‘but when he’s in it, we bears him up werry tight, and takes him + in werry short, so as he can’t werry well fall down; and we’ve got a pair + o’ precious large wheels on, so ven he does move, they run after him, and + he must go on—he can’t help it.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick entered every word of this statement in his note-book, with @@ -690,104 +622,104 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0044.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Here’s your fare,’ said Mr. Pickwick, holding out the shilling to the + ‘Here’s your fare,’ said Mr. Pickwick, holding out the shilling to the driver. </p> <p> - What was the learned man’s astonishment, when that unaccountable person + What was the learned man’s astonishment, when that unaccountable person flung the money on the pavement, and requested in figurative terms to be allowed the pleasure of fighting him (Mr. Pickwick) for the amount! </p> <p> - ‘You are mad,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘You are mad,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Or drunk,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘Or drunk,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Or both,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Or both,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Come on!’ said the cab-driver, sparring away like clockwork. ‘Come on—all - four on you.’ + ‘Come on!’ said the cab-driver, sparring away like clockwork. ‘Come on—all + four on you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Here’s a lark!’ shouted half a dozen hackney coachmen. ‘Go to vork, Sam!—and + ‘Here’s a lark!’ shouted half a dozen hackney coachmen. ‘Go to vork, Sam!—and they crowded with great glee round the party. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the row, Sam?’ inquired one gentleman in black calico sleeves. + ‘What’s the row, Sam?’ inquired one gentleman in black calico sleeves. </p> <p> - ‘Row!’ replied the cabman, ‘what did he want my number for?’ + ‘Row!’ replied the cabman, ‘what did he want my number for?’ </p> <p> - ‘I didn’t want your number,’ said the astonished Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I didn’t want your number,’ said the astonished Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘What did you take it for, then?’ inquired the cabman. + ‘What did you take it for, then?’ inquired the cabman. </p> <p> - ‘I didn’t take it,’ said Mr. Pickwick indignantly. + ‘I didn’t take it,’ said Mr. Pickwick indignantly. </p> <p> - ‘Would anybody believe,’ continued the cab-driver, appealing to the crowd, - ‘would anybody believe as an informer’ud go about in a man’s cab, not only - takin’ down his number, but ev’ry word he says into the bargain’ (a light - flashed upon Mr. Pickwick—it was the note-book). + ‘Would anybody believe,’ continued the cab-driver, appealing to the crowd, + ‘would anybody believe as an informer’ud go about in a man’s cab, not only + takin’ down his number, but ev’ry word he says into the bargain’ (a light + flashed upon Mr. Pickwick—it was the note-book). </p> <p> - ‘Did he though?’ inquired another cabman. + ‘Did he though?’ inquired another cabman. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, did he,’ replied the first; ‘and then arter aggerawatin’ me to - assault him, gets three witnesses here to prove it. But I’ll give it him, - if I’ve six months for it. Come on!’ and the cabman dashed his hat upon + ‘Yes, did he,’ replied the first; ‘and then arter aggerawatin’ me to + assault him, gets three witnesses here to prove it. But I’ll give it him, + if I’ve six months for it. Come on!’ and the cabman dashed his hat upon the ground, with a reckless disregard of his own private property, and - knocked Mr. Pickwick’s spectacles off, and followed up the attack with a - blow on Mr. Pickwick’s nose, and another on Mr. Pickwick’s chest, and a - third in Mr. Snodgrass’s eye, and a fourth, by way of variety, in Mr. - Tupman’s waistcoat, and then danced into the road, and then back again to + knocked Mr. Pickwick’s spectacles off, and followed up the attack with a + blow on Mr. Pickwick’s nose, and another on Mr. Pickwick’s chest, and a + third in Mr. Snodgrass’s eye, and a fourth, by way of variety, in Mr. + Tupman’s waistcoat, and then danced into the road, and then back again to the pavement, and finally dashed the whole temporary supply of breath out - of Mr. Winkle’s body; and all in half a dozen seconds. + of Mr. Winkle’s body; and all in half a dozen seconds. </p> <p> - ‘Where’s an officer?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Where’s an officer?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Put ‘em under the pump,’ suggested a hot-pieman. + ‘Put ‘em under the pump,’ suggested a hot-pieman. </p> <p> - ‘You shall smart for this,’ gasped Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You shall smart for this,’ gasped Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Informers!’ shouted the crowd. + ‘Informers!’ shouted the crowd. </p> <p> - ‘Come on,’ cried the cabman, who had been sparring without cessation the + ‘Come on,’ cried the cabman, who had been sparring without cessation the whole time. </p> <p> The mob hitherto had been passive spectators of the scene, but as the intelligence of the Pickwickians being informers was spread among them, they began to canvass with considerable vivacity the propriety of - enforcing the heated pastry-vendor’s proposition: and there is no saying + enforcing the heated pastry-vendor’s proposition: and there is no saying what acts of personal aggression they might have committed, had not the affray been unexpectedly terminated by the interposition of a new-comer. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the fun?’ said a rather tall, thin, young man, in a green coat, + ‘What’s the fun?’ said a rather tall, thin, young man, in a green coat, emerging suddenly from the coach-yard. </p> <p> - ‘Informers!’ shouted the crowd again. + ‘Informers!’ shouted the crowd again. </p> <p> - ‘We are not,’ roared Mr. Pickwick, in a tone which, to any dispassionate + ‘We are not,’ roared Mr. Pickwick, in a tone which, to any dispassionate listener, carried conviction with it. </p> <p> - ‘Ain’t you, though—ain’t you?’ said the young man, appealing to Mr. + ‘Ain’t you, though—ain’t you?’ said the young man, appealing to Mr. Pickwick, and making his way through the crowd by the infallible process of elbowing the countenances of its component members. </p> @@ -796,26 +728,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger case. </p> <p> - ‘Come along, then,’ said he of the green coat, lugging Mr. Pickwick after + ‘Come along, then,’ said he of the green coat, lugging Mr. Pickwick after him by main force, and talking the whole way. Here, No. 924, take your - fare, and take yourself off—respectable gentleman—know him - well—none of your nonsense—this way, sir—where’s your - friends?—all a mistake, I see—never mind—accidents will - happen—best regulated families—never say die—down upon - your luck—Pull him <i>up</i>—Put that in his pipe—like - the flavour—damned rascals.’ And with a lengthened string of similar + fare, and take yourself off—respectable gentleman—know him + well—none of your nonsense—this way, sir—where’s your + friends?—all a mistake, I see—never mind—accidents will + happen—best regulated families—never say die—down upon + your luck—Pull him <i>up</i>—Put that in his pipe—like + the flavour—damned rascals.’ And with a lengthened string of similar broken sentences, delivered with extraordinary volubility, the stranger - led the way to the traveller’s waiting-room, whither he was closely + led the way to the traveller’s waiting-room, whither he was closely followed by Mr. Pickwick and his disciples. </p> <p> - ‘Here, waiter!’ shouted the stranger, ringing the bell with tremendous - violence, ‘glasses round—brandy-and-water, hot and strong, and - sweet, and plenty,—eye damaged, Sir? Waiter! raw beef-steak for the - gentleman’s eye—nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold - lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient—damned odd standing - in the open street half an hour, with your eye against a lamp-post—eh,—very - good—ha! ha!’ And the stranger, without stopping to take breath, + ‘Here, waiter!’ shouted the stranger, ringing the bell with tremendous + violence, ‘glasses round—brandy-and-water, hot and strong, and + sweet, and plenty,—eye damaged, Sir? Waiter! raw beef-steak for the + gentleman’s eye—nothing like raw beef-steak for a bruise, sir; cold + lamp-post very good, but lamp-post inconvenient—damned odd standing + in the open street half an hour, with your eye against a lamp-post—eh,—very + good—ha! ha!’ And the stranger, without stopping to take breath, swallowed at a draught full half a pint of the reeking brandy-and-water, and flung himself into a chair with as much ease as if nothing uncommon had occurred. @@ -850,21 +782,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger thanks for his recent assistance. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind,’ said the stranger, cutting the address very short, ‘said - enough—no more; smart chap that cabman—handled his fives well; - but if I’d been your friend in the green jemmy—damn me—punch - his head,—‘cod I would,—pig’s whisper—pieman too,—no - gammon.’ + ‘Never mind,’ said the stranger, cutting the address very short, ‘said + enough—no more; smart chap that cabman—handled his fives well; + but if I’d been your friend in the green jemmy—damn me—punch + his head,—‘cod I would,—pig’s whisper—pieman too,—no + gammon.’ </p> <p> This coherent speech was interrupted by the entrance of the Rochester - coachman, to announce that ‘the Commodore’ was on the point of starting. + coachman, to announce that ‘the Commodore’ was on the point of starting. </p> <p> - ‘Commodore!’ said the stranger, starting up, ‘my coach—place booked,—one - outside—leave you to pay for the brandy-and-water,—want change - for a five,—bad silver—Brummagem buttons—won’t do—no - go—eh?’ and he shook his head most knowingly. + ‘Commodore!’ said the stranger, starting up, ‘my coach—place booked,—one + outside—leave you to pay for the brandy-and-water,—want change + for a five,—bad silver—Brummagem buttons—won’t do—no + go—eh?’ and he shook his head most knowingly. </p> <p> Now it so happened that Mr. Pickwick and his three companions had resolved @@ -874,92 +806,92 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger all sit together. </p> <p> - ‘Up with you,’ said the stranger, assisting Mr. Pickwick on to the roof - with so much precipitation as to impair the gravity of that gentleman’s + ‘Up with you,’ said the stranger, assisting Mr. Pickwick on to the roof + with so much precipitation as to impair the gravity of that gentleman’s deportment very materially. </p> <p> - ‘Any luggage, Sir?’ inquired the coachman. + ‘Any luggage, Sir?’ inquired the coachman. </p> <p> - ‘Who—I? Brown paper parcel here, that’s all—other luggage gone - by water—packing-cases, nailed up—big as houses—heavy, - heavy, damned heavy,’ replied the stranger, as he forced into his pocket + ‘Who—I? Brown paper parcel here, that’s all—other luggage gone + by water—packing-cases, nailed up—big as houses—heavy, + heavy, damned heavy,’ replied the stranger, as he forced into his pocket as much as he could of the brown paper parcel, which presented most suspicious indications of containing one shirt and a handkerchief. </p> <p> - ‘Heads, heads—take care of your heads!’ cried the loquacious + ‘Heads, heads—take care of your heads!’ cried the loquacious stranger, as they came out under the low archway, which in those days - formed the entrance to the coach-yard. ‘Terrible place—dangerous - work—other day—five children—mother—tall lady, - eating sandwiches—forgot the arch—crash—knock—children - look round—mother’s head off—sandwich in her hand—no - mouth to put it in—head of a family off—shocking, shocking! - Looking at Whitehall, sir?—fine place—little window—somebody - else’s head off there, eh, sir?—he didn’t keep a sharp look-out - enough either—eh, Sir, eh?’ + formed the entrance to the coach-yard. ‘Terrible place—dangerous + work—other day—five children—mother—tall lady, + eating sandwiches—forgot the arch—crash—knock—children + look round—mother’s head off—sandwich in her hand—no + mouth to put it in—head of a family off—shocking, shocking! + Looking at Whitehall, sir?—fine place—little window—somebody + else’s head off there, eh, sir?—he didn’t keep a sharp look-out + enough either—eh, Sir, eh?’ </p> <p> - ‘I am ruminating,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘on the strange mutability of human - affairs.’ + ‘I am ruminating,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘on the strange mutability of human + affairs.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah! I see—in at the palace door one day, out at the window the - next. Philosopher, Sir?’ + ‘Ah! I see—in at the palace door one day, out at the window the + next. Philosopher, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘An observer of human nature, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘An observer of human nature, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, so am I. Most people are when they’ve little to do and less to get. - Poet, Sir?’ + ‘Ah, so am I. Most people are when they’ve little to do and less to get. + Poet, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘My friend Mr. Snodgrass has a strong poetic turn,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘My friend Mr. Snodgrass has a strong poetic turn,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘So have I,’ said the stranger. ‘Epic poem—ten thousand lines—revolution - of July—composed it on the spot—Mars by day, Apollo by night—bang - the field-piece, twang the lyre.’ + ‘So have I,’ said the stranger. ‘Epic poem—ten thousand lines—revolution + of July—composed it on the spot—Mars by day, Apollo by night—bang + the field-piece, twang the lyre.’ </p> <p> - ‘You were present at that glorious scene, sir?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘You were present at that glorious scene, sir?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Present! think I was;* fired a musket—fired with an idea—rushed - into wine shop—wrote it down—back again—whiz, bang—another - idea—wine shop again—pen and ink—back again—cut - and slash—noble time, Sir. Sportsman, sir?’ abruptly turning to Mr. + ‘Present! think I was;* fired a musket—fired with an idea—rushed + into wine shop—wrote it down—back again—whiz, bang—another + idea—wine shop again—pen and ink—back again—cut + and slash—noble time, Sir. Sportsman, sir?’ abruptly turning to Mr. Winkle. </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> * A remarkable instance of the prophetic force of Mr. - Jingle’s imagination; this dialogue occurring in the year + Jingle’s imagination; this dialogue occurring in the year 1827, and the Revolution in 1830. </pre> <p> - ‘A little, Sir,’ replied that gentleman. + ‘A little, Sir,’ replied that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Fine pursuit, sir—fine pursuit.—Dogs, Sir?’ + ‘Fine pursuit, sir—fine pursuit.—Dogs, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not just now,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘Not just now,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! you should keep dogs—fine animals—sagacious creatures—dog - of my own once—pointer—surprising instinct—out shooting - one day—entering inclosure—whistled—dog stopped—whistled - again—Ponto—no go; stock still—called him—Ponto, - Ponto—wouldn’t move—dog transfixed—staring at a board—looked - up, saw an inscription—“Gamekeeper has orders to shoot all dogs - found in this inclosure”—wouldn’t pass it—wonderful dog—valuable - dog that—very.’ + ‘Ah! you should keep dogs—fine animals—sagacious creatures—dog + of my own once—pointer—surprising instinct—out shooting + one day—entering inclosure—whistled—dog stopped—whistled + again—Ponto—no go; stock still—called him—Ponto, + Ponto—wouldn’t move—dog transfixed—staring at a board—looked + up, saw an inscription—“Gamekeeper has orders to shoot all dogs + found in this inclosure”—wouldn’t pass it—wonderful dog—valuable + dog that—very.’ </p> <p> - ‘Singular circumstance that,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Will you allow me to - make a note of it?’ + ‘Singular circumstance that,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Will you allow me to + make a note of it?’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/0052m.jpg" alt="0052m " /><br /> @@ -968,64 +900,64 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0052.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir, certainly—hundred more anecdotes of the same - animal.—Fine girl, Sir’ (to Mr. Tracy Tupman, who had been bestowing + ‘Certainly, Sir, certainly—hundred more anecdotes of the same + animal.—Fine girl, Sir’ (to Mr. Tracy Tupman, who had been bestowing sundry anti-Pickwickian glances on a young lady by the roadside). </p> <p> - ‘Very!’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Very!’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘English girls not so fine as Spanish—noble creatures—jet hair—black - eyes—lovely forms—sweet creatures—beautiful.’ + ‘English girls not so fine as Spanish—noble creatures—jet hair—black + eyes—lovely forms—sweet creatures—beautiful.’ </p> <p> - ‘You have been in Spain, sir?’ said Mr. Tracy Tupman. + ‘You have been in Spain, sir?’ said Mr. Tracy Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Lived there—ages.’ + ‘Lived there—ages.’ </p> <p> - ‘Many conquests, sir?’ inquired Mr. Tupman. + ‘Many conquests, sir?’ inquired Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Conquests! Thousands. Don Bolaro Fizzgig—grandee—only - daughter—Donna Christina—splendid creature—loved me to - distraction—jealous father—high-souled daughter—handsome - Englishman—Donna Christina in despair—prussic acid—stomach - pump in my portmanteau—operation performed—old Bolaro in - ecstasies—consent to our union—join hands and floods of tears—romantic - story—very.’ + ‘Conquests! Thousands. Don Bolaro Fizzgig—grandee—only + daughter—Donna Christina—splendid creature—loved me to + distraction—jealous father—high-souled daughter—handsome + Englishman—Donna Christina in despair—prussic acid—stomach + pump in my portmanteau—operation performed—old Bolaro in + ecstasies—consent to our union—join hands and floods of tears—romantic + story—very.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is the lady in England now, sir?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, on whom the + ‘Is the lady in England now, sir?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, on whom the description of her charms had produced a powerful impression. </p> <p> - ‘Dead, sir—dead,’ said the stranger, applying to his right eye the - brief remnant of a very old cambric handkerchief. ‘Never recovered the - stomach pump—undermined constitution—fell a victim.’ + ‘Dead, sir—dead,’ said the stranger, applying to his right eye the + brief remnant of a very old cambric handkerchief. ‘Never recovered the + stomach pump—undermined constitution—fell a victim.’ </p> <p> - ‘And her father?’ inquired the poetic Snodgrass. + ‘And her father?’ inquired the poetic Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Remorse and misery,’ replied the stranger. ‘Sudden disappearance—talk - of the whole city—search made everywhere without success—public - fountain in the great square suddenly ceased playing—weeks elapsed—still - a stoppage—workmen employed to clean it—water drawn off—father-in-law + ‘Remorse and misery,’ replied the stranger. ‘Sudden disappearance—talk + of the whole city—search made everywhere without success—public + fountain in the great square suddenly ceased playing—weeks elapsed—still + a stoppage—workmen employed to clean it—water drawn off—father-in-law discovered sticking head first in the main pipe, with a full confession in - his right boot—took him out, and the fountain played away again, as - well as ever.’ + his right boot—took him out, and the fountain played away again, as + well as ever.’ </p> <p> - ‘Will you allow me to note that little romance down, Sir?’ said Mr. + ‘Will you allow me to note that little romance down, Sir?’ said Mr. Snodgrass, deeply affected. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir, certainly—fifty more if you like to hear ‘em—strange - life mine—rather curious history—not extraordinary, but - singular.’ + ‘Certainly, Sir, certainly—fifty more if you like to hear ‘em—strange + life mine—rather curious history—not extraordinary, but + singular.’ </p> <p> In this strain, with an occasional glass of ale, by way of parenthesis, @@ -1035,34 +967,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his adventures. </p> <p> - ‘Magnificent ruin!’ said Mr. Augustus Snodgrass, with all the poetic + ‘Magnificent ruin!’ said Mr. Augustus Snodgrass, with all the poetic fervour that distinguished him, when they came in sight of the fine old castle. </p> <p> - ‘What a study for an antiquarian!’ were the very words which fell from Mr. - Pickwick’s mouth, as he applied his telescope to his eye. + ‘What a study for an antiquarian!’ were the very words which fell from Mr. + Pickwick’s mouth, as he applied his telescope to his eye. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! fine place,’ said the stranger, ‘glorious pile—frowning walls—tottering - arches—dark nooks—crumbling staircases—old cathedral too—earthy - smell—pilgrims’ feet wore away the old steps—little Saxon - doors—confessionals like money-takers’ boxes at theatres—queer - customers those monks—popes, and lord treasurers, and all sorts of - old fellows, with great red faces, and broken noses, turning up every day—buff - jerkins too—match-locks—sarcophagus—fine place—old - legends too—strange stories: capital;’ and the stranger continued to + ‘Ah! fine place,’ said the stranger, ‘glorious pile—frowning walls—tottering + arches—dark nooks—crumbling staircases—old cathedral too—earthy + smell—pilgrims’ feet wore away the old steps—little Saxon + doors—confessionals like money-takers’ boxes at theatres—queer + customers those monks—popes, and lord treasurers, and all sorts of + old fellows, with great red faces, and broken noses, turning up every day—buff + jerkins too—match-locks—sarcophagus—fine place—old + legends too—strange stories: capital;’ and the stranger continued to soliloquise until they reached the Bull Inn, in the High Street, where the coach stopped. </p> <p> - ‘Do you remain here, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Nathaniel Winkle. + ‘Do you remain here, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Nathaniel Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Here—not I—but you’d better—good house—nice beds—Wright’s - next house, dear—very dear—half-a-crown in the bill if you - look at the waiter—charge you more if you dine at a friend’s than - they would if you dined in the coffee-room—rum fellows—very.’ + ‘Here—not I—but you’d better—good house—nice beds—Wright’s + next house, dear—very dear—half-a-crown in the bill if you + look at the waiter—charge you more if you dine at a friend’s than + they would if you dined in the coffee-room—rum fellows—very.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle turned to Mr. Pickwick, and murmured a few words; a whisper @@ -1071,34 +1003,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger stranger. </p> <p> - ‘You rendered us a very important service this morning, sir,’ said he, - ‘will you allow us to offer a slight mark of our gratitude by begging the - favour of your company at dinner?’ + ‘You rendered us a very important service this morning, sir,’ said he, + ‘will you allow us to offer a slight mark of our gratitude by begging the + favour of your company at dinner?’ </p> <p> - ‘Great pleasure—not presume to dictate, but broiled fowl and - mushrooms—capital thing! What time?’ + ‘Great pleasure—not presume to dictate, but broiled fowl and + mushrooms—capital thing! What time?’ </p> <p> - ‘Let me see,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, referring to his watch, ‘it is now - nearly three. Shall we say five?’ + ‘Let me see,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, referring to his watch, ‘it is now + nearly three. Shall we say five?’ </p> <p> - ‘Suit me excellently,’ said the stranger, ‘five precisely—till then—care - of yourselves;’ and lifting the pinched-up hat a few inches from his head, + ‘Suit me excellently,’ said the stranger, ‘five precisely—till then—care + of yourselves;’ and lifting the pinched-up hat a few inches from his head, and carelessly replacing it very much on one side, the stranger, with half the brown paper parcel sticking out of his pocket, walked briskly up the yard, and turned into the High Street. </p> <p> - ‘Evidently a traveller in many countries, and a close observer of men and - things,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Evidently a traveller in many countries, and a close observer of men and + things,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I should like to see his poem,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘I should like to see his poem,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘I should like to have seen that dog,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘I should like to have seen that dog,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> Mr. Tupman said nothing; but he thought of Donna Christina, the stomach @@ -1110,14 +1042,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger neighbourhood. </p> <p> - We do not find, from a careful perusal of Mr. Pickwick’s notes of the four + We do not find, from a careful perusal of Mr. Pickwick’s notes of the four towns, Stroud, Rochester, Chatham, and Brompton, that his impressions of their appearance differ in any material point from those of other travellers who have gone over the same ground. His general description is easily abridged. </p> <p> - ‘The principal productions of these towns,’ says Mr. Pickwick, ‘appear to + ‘The principal productions of these towns,’ says Mr. Pickwick, ‘appear to be soldiers, sailors, Jews, chalk, shrimps, officers, and dockyard men. The commodities chiefly exposed for sale in the public streets are marine stores, hard-bake, apples, flat-fish, and oysters. The streets present a @@ -1126,7 +1058,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gallant men staggering along under the influence of an overflow both of animal and ardent spirits; more especially when we remember that the following them about, and jesting with them, affords a cheap and innocent - amusement for the boy population. Nothing,’ adds Mr. Pickwick, ‘can exceed + amusement for the boy population. Nothing,’ adds Mr. Pickwick, ‘can exceed their good-humour. It was but the day before my arrival that one of them had been most grossly insulted in the house of a publican. The barmaid had positively refused to draw him any more liquor; in return for which he had @@ -1136,68 +1068,68 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger forget what had occurred! </p> <p> - ‘The consumption of tobacco in these towns,’ continues Mr. Pickwick, ‘must + ‘The consumption of tobacco in these towns,’ continues Mr. Pickwick, ‘must be very great, and the smell which pervades the streets must be exceedingly delicious to those who are extremely fond of smoking. A superficial traveller might object to the dirt, which is their leading characteristic; but to those who view it as an indication of traffic and - commercial prosperity, it is truly gratifying.’ + commercial prosperity, it is truly gratifying.’ </p> <p> - Punctual to five o’clock came the stranger, and shortly afterwards the + Punctual to five o’clock came the stranger, and shortly afterwards the dinner. He had divested himself of his brown paper parcel, but had made no alteration in his attire, and was, if possible, more loquacious than ever. </p> <p> - ‘What’s that?’ he inquired, as the waiter removed one of the covers. + ‘What’s that?’ he inquired, as the waiter removed one of the covers. </p> <p> - ‘Soles, Sir.’ + ‘Soles, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Soles—ah!—capital fish—all come from London-stage-coach - proprietors get up political dinners—carriage of soles—dozens - of baskets—cunning fellows. Glass of wine, Sir.’ + ‘Soles—ah!—capital fish—all come from London-stage-coach + proprietors get up political dinners—carriage of soles—dozens + of baskets—cunning fellows. Glass of wine, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘With pleasure,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and the stranger took wine, first with + ‘With pleasure,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and the stranger took wine, first with him, and then with Mr. Snodgrass, and then with Mr. Tupman, and then with Mr. Winkle, and then with the whole party together, almost as rapidly as he talked. </p> <p> - ‘Devil of a mess on the staircase, waiter,’ said the stranger. ‘Forms - going up—carpenters coming down—lamps, glasses, harps. What’s - going forward?’ + ‘Devil of a mess on the staircase, waiter,’ said the stranger. ‘Forms + going up—carpenters coming down—lamps, glasses, harps. What’s + going forward?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ball, Sir,’ said the waiter. + ‘Ball, Sir,’ said the waiter. </p> <p> - ‘Assembly, eh?’ + ‘Assembly, eh?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, Sir, not assembly, Sir. Ball for the benefit of a charity, Sir.’ + ‘No, Sir, not assembly, Sir. Ball for the benefit of a charity, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Many fine women in this town, do you know, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, + ‘Many fine women in this town, do you know, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, with great interest. </p> <p> - ‘Splendid—capital. Kent, sir—everybody knows Kent—apples, - cherries, hops, and women. Glass of wine, Sir!’ + ‘Splendid—capital. Kent, sir—everybody knows Kent—apples, + cherries, hops, and women. Glass of wine, Sir!’ </p> <p> - ‘With great pleasure,’ replied Mr. Tupman. The stranger filled, and + ‘With great pleasure,’ replied Mr. Tupman. The stranger filled, and emptied. </p> <p> - ‘I should very much like to go,’ said Mr. Tupman, resuming the subject of - the ball, ‘very much.’ + ‘I should very much like to go,’ said Mr. Tupman, resuming the subject of + the ball, ‘very much.’ </p> <p> - ‘Tickets at the bar, Sir,’ interposed the waiter; ‘half-a-guinea each, - Sir.’ + ‘Tickets at the bar, Sir,’ interposed the waiter; ‘half-a-guinea each, + Sir.’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman again expressed an earnest wish to be present at the festivity; @@ -1208,29 +1140,29 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger succeeding dinner. </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said the stranger, ‘bottle stands—pass it - round—way of the sun—through the button-hole—no - heeltaps,’ and he emptied his glass, which he had filled about two minutes + ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said the stranger, ‘bottle stands—pass it + round—way of the sun—through the button-hole—no + heeltaps,’ and he emptied his glass, which he had filled about two minutes before, and poured out another, with the air of a man who was used to it. </p> <p> The wine was passed, and a fresh supply ordered. The visitor talked, the Pickwickians listened. Mr. Tupman felt every moment more disposed for the - ball. Mr. Pickwick’s countenance glowed with an expression of universal + ball. Mr. Pickwick’s countenance glowed with an expression of universal philanthropy, and Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass fell fast asleep. </p> <p> - ‘They’re beginning upstairs,’ said the stranger—‘hear the company—fiddles - tuning—now the harp—there they go.’ The various sounds which + ‘They’re beginning upstairs,’ said the stranger—‘hear the company—fiddles + tuning—now the harp—there they go.’ The various sounds which found their way downstairs announced the commencement of the first quadrille. </p> <p> - ‘How I should like to go,’ said Mr. Tupman again. + ‘How I should like to go,’ said Mr. Tupman again. </p> <p> - ‘So should I,’ said the stranger—‘confounded luggage,—heavy - smacks—nothing to go in—odd, ain’t it?’ + ‘So should I,’ said the stranger—‘confounded luggage,—heavy + smacks—nothing to go in—odd, ain’t it?’ </p> <p> Now general benevolence was one of the leading features of the Pickwickian @@ -1241,13 +1173,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger for left-off garments or pecuniary relief is almost incredible. </p> <p> - ‘I should be very happy to lend you a change of apparel for the purpose,’ - said Mr. Tracy Tupman, ‘but you are rather slim, and I am—’ + ‘I should be very happy to lend you a change of apparel for the purpose,’ + said Mr. Tracy Tupman, ‘but you are rather slim, and I am—’ </p> <p> - ‘Rather fat—grown-up Bacchus—cut the leaves—dismounted - from the tub, and adopted kersey, eh?—not double distilled, but - double milled—ha! ha! pass the wine.’ + ‘Rather fat—grown-up Bacchus—cut the leaves—dismounted + from the tub, and adopted kersey, eh?—not double distilled, but + double milled—ha! ha! pass the wine.’ </p> <p> Whether Mr. Tupman was somewhat indignant at the peremptory tone in which @@ -1261,13 +1193,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger subject of the ball. </p> <p> - ‘I was about to observe, Sir,’ he said, ‘that though my apparel would be - too large, a suit of my friend Mr. Winkle’s would, perhaps, fit you - better.’ + ‘I was about to observe, Sir,’ he said, ‘that though my apparel would be + too large, a suit of my friend Mr. Winkle’s would, perhaps, fit you + better.’ </p> <p> - The stranger took Mr. Winkle’s measure with his eye, and that feature - glistened with satisfaction as he said, ‘Just the thing.’ + The stranger took Mr. Winkle’s measure with his eye, and that feature + glistened with satisfaction as he said, ‘Just the thing.’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman looked round him. The wine, which had exerted its somniferous @@ -1282,7 +1214,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger out again, to enlighten for a moment; then flickered with an uncertain, staggering sort of light, and then gone out altogether. His head was sunk upon his bosom, and perpetual snoring, with a partial choke occasionally, - were the only audible indications of the great man’s presence. + were the only audible indications of the great man’s presence. </p> <p> The temptation to be present at the ball, and to form his first @@ -1293,7 +1225,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger there from his infancy. Mr. Winkle was asleep, and Mr. Tupman had had sufficient experience in such matters to know that the moment he awoke he would, in the ordinary course of nature, roll heavily to bed. He was - undecided. ‘Fill your glass, and pass the wine,’ said the indefatigable + undecided. ‘Fill your glass, and pass the wine,’ said the indefatigable visitor. </p> <p> @@ -1301,63 +1233,63 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger last glass settled his determination. </p> <p> - ‘Winkle’s bedroom is inside mine,’ said Mr. Tupman; ‘I couldn’t make him + ‘Winkle’s bedroom is inside mine,’ said Mr. Tupman; ‘I couldn’t make him understand what I wanted, if I woke him now, but I know he has a dress-suit in a carpet bag; and supposing you wore it to the ball, and took it off when we returned, I could replace it without troubling him at - all about the matter.’ + all about the matter.’ </p> <p> - ‘Capital,’ said the stranger, ‘famous plan—damned odd situation—fourteen - coats in the packing-cases, and obliged to wear another man’s—very - good notion, that—very.’ + ‘Capital,’ said the stranger, ‘famous plan—damned odd situation—fourteen + coats in the packing-cases, and obliged to wear another man’s—very + good notion, that—very.’ </p> <p> - ‘We must purchase our tickets,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘We must purchase our tickets,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Not worth while splitting a guinea,’ said the stranger, ‘toss who shall - pay for both—I call; you spin—first time—woman—woman—bewitching - woman,’ and down came the sovereign with the dragon (called by courtesy a + ‘Not worth while splitting a guinea,’ said the stranger, ‘toss who shall + pay for both—I call; you spin—first time—woman—woman—bewitching + woman,’ and down came the sovereign with the dragon (called by courtesy a woman) uppermost. </p> <p> Mr. Tupman rang the bell, purchased the tickets, and ordered chamber candlesticks. In another quarter of an hour the stranger was completely - arrayed in a full suit of Mr. Nathaniel Winkle’s. + arrayed in a full suit of Mr. Nathaniel Winkle’s. </p> <p> - ‘It’s a new coat,’ said Mr. Tupman, as the stranger surveyed himself with - great complacency in a cheval glass; ‘the first that’s been made with our - club button,’ and he called his companions’ attention to the large gilt + ‘It’s a new coat,’ said Mr. Tupman, as the stranger surveyed himself with + great complacency in a cheval glass; ‘the first that’s been made with our + club button,’ and he called his companions’ attention to the large gilt button which displayed a bust of Mr. Pickwick in the centre, and the - letters ‘P. C.’ on either side. + letters ‘P. C.’ on either side. </p> <p> - ‘“P. C.”’ said the stranger—‘queer set out—old fellow’s - likeness, and “P. C.”—What does “P. C.” stand for—Peculiar - Coat, eh?’ Mr. Tupman, with rising indignation and great importance, + ‘“P. C.”’ said the stranger—‘queer set out—old fellow’s + likeness, and “P. C.”—What does “P. C.” stand for—Peculiar + Coat, eh?’ Mr. Tupman, with rising indignation and great importance, explained the mystic device. </p> <p> - ‘Rather short in the waist, ain’t it?’ said the stranger, screwing himself + ‘Rather short in the waist, ain’t it?’ said the stranger, screwing himself round to catch a glimpse in the glass of the waist buttons, which were - half-way up his back. ‘Like a general postman’s coat—queer coats - those—made by contract—no measuring—mysterious - dispensations of Providence—all the short men get long coats—all - the long men short ones.’ Running on in this way, Mr. Tupman’s new + half-way up his back. ‘Like a general postman’s coat—queer coats + those—made by contract—no measuring—mysterious + dispensations of Providence—all the short men get long coats—all + the long men short ones.’ Running on in this way, Mr. Tupman’s new companion adjusted his dress, or rather the dress of Mr. Winkle; and, accompanied by Mr. Tupman, ascended the staircase leading to the ballroom. </p> <p> - ‘What names, sir?’ said the man at the door. Mr. Tracy Tupman was stepping + ‘What names, sir?’ said the man at the door. Mr. Tracy Tupman was stepping forward to announce his own titles, when the stranger prevented him. </p> <p> - ‘No names at all;’ and then he whispered Mr. Tupman, ‘names won’t do—not - known—very good names in their way, but not great ones—capital - names for a small party, but won’t make an impression in public assemblies—incog. - the thing—gentlemen from London—distinguished foreigners—anything.’ + ‘No names at all;’ and then he whispered Mr. Tupman, ‘names won’t do—not + known—very good names in their way, but not great ones—capital + names for a small party, but won’t make an impression in public assemblies—incog. + the thing—gentlemen from London—distinguished foreigners—anything.’ The door was thrown open, and Mr. Tracy Tupman and the stranger entered the ballroom. </p> @@ -1374,32 +1306,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his companion stationed themselves in a corner to observe the company. </p> <p> - ‘Charming women,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Charming women,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Wait a minute,’ said the stranger, ‘fun presently—nobs not come yet—queer - place—dockyard people of upper rank don’t know dockyard people of - lower rank—dockyard people of lower rank don’t know small gentry—small - gentry don’t know tradespeople—commissioner don’t know anybody.’ + ‘Wait a minute,’ said the stranger, ‘fun presently—nobs not come yet—queer + place—dockyard people of upper rank don’t know dockyard people of + lower rank—dockyard people of lower rank don’t know small gentry—small + gentry don’t know tradespeople—commissioner don’t know anybody.’ </p> <p> - ‘Who’s that little boy with the light hair and pink eyes, in a fancy - dress?’ inquired Mr. Tupman. + ‘Who’s that little boy with the light hair and pink eyes, in a fancy + dress?’ inquired Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Hush, pray—pink eyes—fancy dress—little boy—nonsense—ensign - 97th—Honourable Wilmot Snipe—great family—Snipes—very.’ + ‘Hush, pray—pink eyes—fancy dress—little boy—nonsense—ensign + 97th—Honourable Wilmot Snipe—great family—Snipes—very.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir Thomas Clubber, Lady Clubber, and the Misses Clubber!’ shouted the + ‘Sir Thomas Clubber, Lady Clubber, and the Misses Clubber!’ shouted the man at the door in a stentorian voice. A great sensation was created throughout the room by the entrance of a tall gentleman in a blue coat and bright buttons, a large lady in blue satin, and two young ladies, on a similar scale, in fashionably-made dresses of the same hue. </p> <p> - ‘Commissioner—head of the yard—great man—remarkably - great man,’ whispered the stranger in Mr. Tupman’s ear, as the charitable + ‘Commissioner—head of the yard—great man—remarkably + great man,’ whispered the stranger in Mr. Tupman’s ear, as the charitable committee ushered Sir Thomas Clubber and family to the top of the room. The Honourable Wilmot Snipe, and other distinguished gentlemen crowded to render homage to the Misses Clubber; and Sir Thomas Clubber stood bolt @@ -1407,14 +1339,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger company. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Smithie, Mrs. Smithie, and the Misses Smithie,’ was the next + ‘Mr. Smithie, Mrs. Smithie, and the Misses Smithie,’ was the next announcement. </p> <p> - ‘What’s Mr. Smithie?’ inquired Mr. Tracy Tupman. + ‘What’s Mr. Smithie?’ inquired Mr. Tracy Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Something in the yard,’ replied the stranger. Mr. Smithie bowed + ‘Something in the yard,’ replied the stranger. Mr. Smithie bowed deferentially to Sir Thomas Clubber; and Sir Thomas Clubber acknowledged the salute with conscious condescension. Lady Clubber took a telescopic view of Mrs. Smithie and family through her eye-glass and Mrs. Smithie @@ -1422,39 +1354,39 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger dockyard at all. </p> <p> - ‘Colonel Bulder, Mrs. Colonel Bulder, and Miss Bulder,’ were the next + ‘Colonel Bulder, Mrs. Colonel Bulder, and Miss Bulder,’ were the next arrivals. </p> <p> - ‘Head of the garrison,’ said the stranger, in reply to Mr. Tupman’s + ‘Head of the garrison,’ said the stranger, in reply to Mr. Tupman’s inquiring look. </p> <p> Miss Bulder was warmly welcomed by the Misses Clubber; the greeting between Mrs. Colonel Bulder and Lady Clubber was of the most affectionate description; Colonel Bulder and Sir Thomas Clubber exchanged snuff-boxes, - and looked very much like a pair of Alexander Selkirks—‘Monarchs of - all they surveyed.’ + and looked very much like a pair of Alexander Selkirks—‘Monarchs of + all they surveyed.’ </p> <p> - While the aristocracy of the place—the Bulders, and Clubbers, and - Snipes—were thus preserving their dignity at the upper end of the + While the aristocracy of the place—the Bulders, and Clubbers, and + Snipes—were thus preserving their dignity at the upper end of the room, the other classes of society were imitating their example in other parts of it. The less aristocratic officers of the 97th devoted themselves to the families of the less important functionaries from the dockyard. The - solicitors’ wives, and the wine-merchant’s wife, headed another grade (the - brewer’s wife visited the Bulders); and Mrs. Tomlinson, the post-office + solicitors’ wives, and the wine-merchant’s wife, headed another grade (the + brewer’s wife visited the Bulders); and Mrs. Tomlinson, the post-office keeper, seemed by mutual consent to have been chosen the leader of the trade party. </p> <p> One of the most popular personages, in his own circle, present, was a little fat man, with a ring of upright black hair round his head, and an - extensive bald plain on the top of it—Doctor Slammer, surgeon to the + extensive bald plain on the top of it—Doctor Slammer, surgeon to the 97th. The doctor took snuff with everybody, chatted with everybody, laughed, danced, made jokes, played whist, did everything, and was everywhere. To these pursuits, multifarious as they were, the little - doctor added a more important one than any—he was indefatigable in + doctor added a more important one than any—he was indefatigable in paying the most unremitting and devoted attention to a little old widow, whose rich dress and profusion of ornament bespoke her a most desirable addition to a limited income. @@ -1464,25 +1396,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger companion had been fixed for some time, when the stranger broke silence. </p> <p> - ‘Lots of money—old girl—pompous doctor—not a bad idea—good - fun,’ were the intelligible sentences which issued from his lips. Mr. + ‘Lots of money—old girl—pompous doctor—not a bad idea—good + fun,’ were the intelligible sentences which issued from his lips. Mr. Tupman looked inquisitively in his face. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll dance with the widow,’ said the stranger. + ‘I’ll dance with the widow,’ said the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘Who is she?’ inquired Mr. Tupman. + ‘Who is she?’ inquired Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t know—never saw her in all my life—cut out the doctor—here - goes.’ And the stranger forthwith crossed the room; and, leaning against a + ‘Don’t know—never saw her in all my life—cut out the doctor—here + goes.’ And the stranger forthwith crossed the room; and, leaning against a mantel-piece, commenced gazing with an air of respectful and melancholy admiration on the fat countenance of the little old lady. Mr. Tupman looked on, in mute astonishment. The stranger progressed rapidly; the little doctor danced with another lady; the widow dropped her fan; the - stranger picked it up, and presented it—a smile—a bow—a - curtsey—a few words of conversation. The stranger walked boldly up + stranger picked it up, and presented it—a smile—a bow—a + curtsey—a few words of conversation. The stranger walked boldly up to, and returned with, the master of the ceremonies; a little introductory pantomime; and the stranger and Mrs. Budger took their places in a quadrille. @@ -1490,11 +1422,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The surprise of Mr. Tupman at this summary proceeding, great as it was, was immeasurably exceeded by the astonishment of the doctor. The stranger - was young, and the widow was flattered. The doctor’s attentions were - unheeded by the widow; and the doctor’s indignation was wholly lost on his + was young, and the widow was flattered. The doctor’s attentions were + unheeded by the widow; and the doctor’s indignation was wholly lost on his imperturbable rival. Doctor Slammer was paralysed. He, Doctor Slammer, of the 97th, to be extinguished in a moment, by a man whom nobody had ever - seen before, and whom nobody knew even now! Doctor Slammer—Doctor + seen before, and whom nobody knew even now! Doctor Slammer—Doctor Slammer of the 97th rejected! Impossible! It could not be! Yes, it was; there they were. What! introducing his friend! Could he believe his eyes! He looked again, and was under the painful necessity of admitting the @@ -1527,34 +1459,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger exulting. He had triumphed. </p> <p> - ‘Sir!’ said the doctor, in an awful voice, producing a card, and retiring - into an angle of the passage, ‘my name is Slammer, Doctor Slammer, sir—97th - Regiment—Chatham Barracks—my card, Sir, my card.’ He would + ‘Sir!’ said the doctor, in an awful voice, producing a card, and retiring + into an angle of the passage, ‘my name is Slammer, Doctor Slammer, sir—97th + Regiment—Chatham Barracks—my card, Sir, my card.’ He would have added more, but his indignation choked him. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ replied the stranger coolly, ‘Slammer—much obliged—polite - attention—not ill now, Slammer—but when I am—knock you - up.’ + ‘Ah!’ replied the stranger coolly, ‘Slammer—much obliged—polite + attention—not ill now, Slammer—but when I am—knock you + up.’ </p> <p> - ‘You—you’re a shuffler, sir,’ gasped the furious doctor, ‘a poltroon—a - coward—a liar—a—a—will nothing induce you to give - me your card, sir!’ + ‘You—you’re a shuffler, sir,’ gasped the furious doctor, ‘a poltroon—a + coward—a liar—a—a—will nothing induce you to give + me your card, sir!’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh! I see,’ said the stranger, half aside, ‘negus too strong here—liberal - landlord—very foolish—very—lemonade much better—hot - rooms—elderly gentlemen—suffer for it in the morning—cruel—cruel;’ + ‘Oh! I see,’ said the stranger, half aside, ‘negus too strong here—liberal + landlord—very foolish—very—lemonade much better—hot + rooms—elderly gentlemen—suffer for it in the morning—cruel—cruel;’ and he moved on a step or two. </p> <p> - ‘You are stopping in this house, Sir,’ said the indignant little man; ‘you + ‘You are stopping in this house, Sir,’ said the indignant little man; ‘you are intoxicated now, Sir; you shall hear from me in the morning, sir. I - shall find you out, sir; I shall find you out.’ + shall find you out, sir; I shall find you out.’ </p> <p> - ‘Rather you found me out than found me at home,’ replied the unmoved + ‘Rather you found me out than found me at home,’ replied the unmoved stranger. </p> <p> @@ -1575,64 +1507,64 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger sank into repose. </p> <p> - Seven o’clock had hardly ceased striking on the following morning, when - Mr. Pickwick’s comprehensive mind was aroused from the state of + Seven o’clock had hardly ceased striking on the following morning, when + Mr. Pickwick’s comprehensive mind was aroused from the state of unconsciousness, in which slumber had plunged it, by a loud knocking at his chamber door. </p> <p> - ‘Who’s there?’ said Mr. Pickwick, starting up in bed. + ‘Who’s there?’ said Mr. Pickwick, starting up in bed. </p> <p> - ‘Boots, sir.’ + ‘Boots, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you want?’ + ‘What do you want?’ </p> <p> - ‘Please, sir, can you tell me which gentleman of your party wears a bright - blue dress-coat, with a gilt button with “P. C.” on it?’ + ‘Please, sir, can you tell me which gentleman of your party wears a bright + blue dress-coat, with a gilt button with “P. C.” on it?’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s been given out to brush,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, ‘and the man has - forgotten whom it belongs to.’ + ‘It’s been given out to brush,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, ‘and the man has + forgotten whom it belongs to.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Winkle,’ he called out, ‘next room but two, on the right hand.’ + Mr. Winkle,’ he called out, ‘next room but two, on the right hand.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, sir,’ said the Boots, and away he went. + ‘Thank’ee, sir,’ said the Boots, and away he went. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ cried Mr. Tupman, as a loud knocking at his door + ‘What’s the matter?’ cried Mr. Tupman, as a loud knocking at his door roused him from his oblivious repose. </p> <p> - ‘Can I speak to Mr. Winkle, sir?’ replied Boots from the outside. + ‘Can I speak to Mr. Winkle, sir?’ replied Boots from the outside. </p> <p> - ‘Winkle—Winkle!’ shouted Mr. Tupman, calling into the inner room. + ‘Winkle—Winkle!’ shouted Mr. Tupman, calling into the inner room. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ replied a faint voice from within the bed-clothes. + ‘Hollo!’ replied a faint voice from within the bed-clothes. </p> <p> - ‘You’re wanted—some one at the door;’ and, having exerted himself to + ‘You’re wanted—some one at the door;’ and, having exerted himself to articulate thus much, Mr. Tracy Tupman turned round and fell fast asleep again. </p> <p> - ‘Wanted!’ said Mr. Winkle, hastily jumping out of bed, and putting on a - few articles of clothing; ‘wanted! at this distance from town—who on - earth can want me?’ + ‘Wanted!’ said Mr. Winkle, hastily jumping out of bed, and putting on a + few articles of clothing; ‘wanted! at this distance from town—who on + earth can want me?’ </p> <p> - ‘Gentleman in the coffee-room, sir,’ replied the Boots, as Mr. Winkle - opened the door and confronted him; ‘gentleman says he’ll not detain you a - moment, Sir, but he can take no denial.’ + ‘Gentleman in the coffee-room, sir,’ replied the Boots, as Mr. Winkle + opened the door and confronted him; ‘gentleman says he’ll not detain you a + moment, Sir, but he can take no denial.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very odd!’ said Mr. Winkle; ‘I’ll be down directly.’ + ‘Very odd!’ said Mr. Winkle; ‘I’ll be down directly.’ </p> <p> He hurriedly wrapped himself in a travelling-shawl and dressing-gown, and @@ -1640,72 +1572,72 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the coffee-room, and an officer in undress uniform was looking out of the window. He turned round as Mr. Winkle entered, and made a stiff inclination of the head. Having ordered the attendants to retire, and - closed the door very carefully, he said, ‘Mr. Winkle, I presume?’ + closed the door very carefully, he said, ‘Mr. Winkle, I presume?’ </p> <p> - ‘My name is Winkle, sir.’ + ‘My name is Winkle, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘You will not be surprised, sir, when I inform you that I have called here - this morning on behalf of my friend, Doctor Slammer, of the 97th.’ + ‘You will not be surprised, sir, when I inform you that I have called here + this morning on behalf of my friend, Doctor Slammer, of the 97th.’ </p> <p> - ‘Doctor Slammer!’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘Doctor Slammer!’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Doctor Slammer. He begged me to express his opinion that your conduct of - last evening was of a description which no gentleman could endure; and’ - (he added) ‘which no one gentleman would pursue towards another.’ + ‘Doctor Slammer. He begged me to express his opinion that your conduct of + last evening was of a description which no gentleman could endure; and’ + (he added) ‘which no one gentleman would pursue towards another.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Winkle’s astonishment was too real, and too evident, to escape the - observation of Doctor Slammer’s friend; he therefore proceeded— + Mr. Winkle’s astonishment was too real, and too evident, to escape the + observation of Doctor Slammer’s friend; he therefore proceeded— </p> <p> - ‘My friend, Doctor Slammer, requested me to add, that he was firmly + ‘My friend, Doctor Slammer, requested me to add, that he was firmly persuaded you were intoxicated during a portion of the evening, and possibly unconscious of the extent of the insult you were guilty of. He commissioned me to say, that should this be pleaded as an excuse for your behaviour, he will consent to accept a written apology, to be penned by - you, from my dictation.’ + you, from my dictation.’ </p> <p> - ‘A written apology!’ repeated Mr. Winkle, in the most emphatic tone of + ‘A written apology!’ repeated Mr. Winkle, in the most emphatic tone of amazement possible. </p> <p> - ‘Of course you know the alternative,’ replied the visitor coolly. + ‘Of course you know the alternative,’ replied the visitor coolly. </p> <p> - ‘Were you intrusted with this message to me by name?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, + ‘Were you intrusted with this message to me by name?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, whose intellects were hopelessly confused by this extraordinary conversation. </p> <p> - ‘I was not present myself,’ replied the visitor, ‘and in consequence of + ‘I was not present myself,’ replied the visitor, ‘and in consequence of your firm refusal to give your card to Doctor Slammer, I was desired by - that gentleman to identify the wearer of a very uncommon coat—a + that gentleman to identify the wearer of a very uncommon coat—a bright blue dress-coat, with a gilt button displaying a bust, and the - letters “P. C.”’ + letters “P. C.”’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle actually staggered with astonishment as he heard his own - costume thus minutely described. Doctor Slammer’s friend proceeded:—‘From + costume thus minutely described. Doctor Slammer’s friend proceeded:—‘From the inquiries I made at the bar, just now, I was convinced that the owner of the coat in question arrived here, with three gentlemen, yesterday afternoon. I immediately sent up to the gentleman who was described as - appearing the head of the party, and he at once referred me to you.’ + appearing the head of the party, and he at once referred me to you.’ </p> <p> If the principal tower of Rochester Castle had suddenly walked from its foundation, and stationed itself opposite the coffee-room window, Mr. - Winkle’s surprise would have been as nothing compared with the profound + Winkle’s surprise would have been as nothing compared with the profound astonishment with which he had heard this address. His first impression - was that his coat had been stolen. ‘Will you allow me to detain you one - moment?’ said he. + was that his coat had been stolen. ‘Will you allow me to detain you one + moment?’ said he. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ replied the unwelcome visitor. + ‘Certainly,’ replied the unwelcome visitor. </p> <p> Mr. Winkle ran hastily upstairs, and with a trembling hand opened the bag. @@ -1713,12 +1645,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger inspection, evident tokens of having been worn on the preceding night. </p> <p> - ‘It must be so,’ said Mr. Winkle, letting the coat fall from his hands. ‘I + ‘It must be so,’ said Mr. Winkle, letting the coat fall from his hands. ‘I took too much wine after dinner, and have a very vague recollection of walking about the streets, and smoking a cigar afterwards. The fact is, I - was very drunk;—I must have changed my coat—gone somewhere—and - insulted somebody—I have no doubt of it; and this message is the - terrible consequence.’ Saying which, Mr. Winkle retraced his steps in the + was very drunk;—I must have changed my coat—gone somewhere—and + insulted somebody—I have no doubt of it; and this message is the + terrible consequence.’ Saying which, Mr. Winkle retraced his steps in the direction of the coffee-room, with the gloomy and dreadful resolve of accepting the challenge of the warlike Doctor Slammer, and abiding by the worst consequences that might ensue. @@ -1729,7 +1661,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger looked up to as a high authority on all matters of amusement and dexterity, whether offensive, defensive, or inoffensive; and if, on this very first occasion of being put to the test, he shrunk back from the - trial, beneath his leader’s eye, his name and standing were lost for ever. + trial, beneath his leader’s eye, his name and standing were lost for ever. Besides, he remembered to have heard it frequently surmised by the uninitiated in such matters that by an understood arrangement between the seconds, the pistols were seldom loaded with ball; and, furthermore, he @@ -1741,50 +1673,50 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Such were his thoughts when he returned to the coffee-room, and intimated - his intention of accepting the doctor’s challenge. + his intention of accepting the doctor’s challenge. </p> <p> - ‘Will you refer me to a friend, to arrange the time and place of meeting?’ + ‘Will you refer me to a friend, to arrange the time and place of meeting?’ said the officer. </p> <p> - ‘Quite unnecessary,’ replied Mr. Winkle; ‘name them to me, and I can - procure the attendance of a friend afterwards.’ + ‘Quite unnecessary,’ replied Mr. Winkle; ‘name them to me, and I can + procure the attendance of a friend afterwards.’ </p> <p> - ‘Shall we say—sunset this evening?’ inquired the officer, in a + ‘Shall we say—sunset this evening?’ inquired the officer, in a careless tone. </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ replied Mr. Winkle, thinking in his heart it was very bad. + ‘Very good,’ replied Mr. Winkle, thinking in his heart it was very bad. </p> <p> - ‘You know Fort Pitt?’ + ‘You know Fort Pitt?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes; I saw it yesterday.’ + ‘Yes; I saw it yesterday.’ </p> <p> - ‘If you will take the trouble to turn into the field which borders the + ‘If you will take the trouble to turn into the field which borders the trench, take the foot-path to the left when you arrive at an angle of the fortification, and keep straight on, till you see me, I will precede you to a secluded place, where the affair can be conducted without fear of - interruption.’ + interruption.’ </p> <p> - ‘Fear of interruption!’ thought Mr. Winkle. + ‘Fear of interruption!’ thought Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing more to arrange, I think,’ said the officer. + ‘Nothing more to arrange, I think,’ said the officer. </p> <p> - ‘I am not aware of anything more,’ replied Mr. Winkle. ‘Good-morning.’ + ‘I am not aware of anything more,’ replied Mr. Winkle. ‘Good-morning.’ </p> <p> - ‘Good-morning;’ and the officer whistled a lively air as he strode away. + ‘Good-morning;’ and the officer whistled a lively air as he strode away. </p> <p> - That morning’s breakfast passed heavily off. Mr. Tupman was not in a + That morning’s breakfast passed heavily off. Mr. Tupman was not in a condition to rise, after the unwonted dissipation of the previous night; Mr. Snodgrass appeared to labour under a poetical depression of spirits; and even Mr. Pickwick evinced an unusual attachment to silence and @@ -1794,17 +1726,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger together. </p> <p> - ‘Snodgrass,’ said Mr. Winkle, when they had turned out of the public - street.‘Snodgrass, my dear fellow, can I rely upon your secrecy?’ As he + ‘Snodgrass,’ said Mr. Winkle, when they had turned out of the public + street.‘Snodgrass, my dear fellow, can I rely upon your secrecy?’ As he said this, he most devoutly and earnestly hoped he could not. </p> <p> - ‘You can,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass. ‘Hear me swear—’ + ‘You can,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass. ‘Hear me swear—’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ interrupted Winkle, terrified at the idea of his companion’s - unconsciously pledging himself not to give information; ‘don’t swear, - don’t swear; it’s quite unnecessary.’ + ‘No, no,’ interrupted Winkle, terrified at the idea of his companion’s + unconsciously pledging himself not to give information; ‘don’t swear, + don’t swear; it’s quite unnecessary.’ </p> <p> Mr. Snodgrass dropped the hand which he had, in the spirit of poesy, @@ -1812,47 +1744,47 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger attitude of attention. </p> <p> - ‘I want your assistance, my dear fellow, in an affair of honour,’ said Mr. + ‘I want your assistance, my dear fellow, in an affair of honour,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘You shall have it,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass, clasping his friend’s hand. + ‘You shall have it,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass, clasping his friend’s hand. </p> <p> - ‘With a doctor—Doctor Slammer, of the 97th,’ said Mr. Winkle, - wishing to make the matter appear as solemn as possible; ‘an affair with + ‘With a doctor—Doctor Slammer, of the 97th,’ said Mr. Winkle, + wishing to make the matter appear as solemn as possible; ‘an affair with an officer, seconded by another officer, at sunset this evening, in a - lonely field beyond Fort Pitt.’ + lonely field beyond Fort Pitt.’ </p> <p> - ‘I will attend you,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘I will attend you,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> He was astonished, but by no means dismayed. It is extraordinary how cool any party but the principal can be in such cases. Mr. Winkle had forgotten - this. He had judged of his friend’s feelings by his own. + this. He had judged of his friend’s feelings by his own. </p> <p> - ‘The consequences may be dreadful,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘The consequences may be dreadful,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘I hope not,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘I hope not,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘The doctor, I believe, is a very good shot,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘The doctor, I believe, is a very good shot,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Most of these military men are,’ observed Mr. Snodgrass calmly; ‘but so - are you, ain’t you?’ + ‘Most of these military men are,’ observed Mr. Snodgrass calmly; ‘but so + are you, ain’t you?’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle replied in the affirmative; and perceiving that he had not alarmed his companion sufficiently, changed his ground. </p> <p> - ‘Snodgrass,’ he said, in a voice tremulous with emotion, ‘if I fall, you - will find in a packet which I shall place in your hands a note for my—for - my father.’ + ‘Snodgrass,’ he said, in a voice tremulous with emotion, ‘if I fall, you + will find in a packet which I shall place in your hands a note for my—for + my father.’ </p> <p> This attack was a failure also. Mr. Snodgrass was affected, but he @@ -1860,34 +1792,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger postman. </p> <p> - ‘If I fall,’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘or if the doctor falls, you, my dear + ‘If I fall,’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘or if the doctor falls, you, my dear friend, will be tried as an accessory before the fact. Shall I involve my - friend in transportation—possibly for life!’ + friend in transportation—possibly for life!’ </p> <p> - Mr. Snodgrass winced a little at this, but his heroism was invincible. ‘In - the cause of friendship,’ he fervently exclaimed, ‘I would brave all - dangers.’ + Mr. Snodgrass winced a little at this, but his heroism was invincible. ‘In + the cause of friendship,’ he fervently exclaimed, ‘I would brave all + dangers.’ </p> <p> - How Mr. Winkle cursed his companion’s devoted friendship internally, as + How Mr. Winkle cursed his companion’s devoted friendship internally, as they walked silently along, side by side, for some minutes, each immersed in his own meditations! The morning was wearing away; he grew desperate. </p> <p> - ‘Snodgrass,’ he said, stopping suddenly, ‘do not let me be balked in this - matter—do not give information to the local authorities—do not + ‘Snodgrass,’ he said, stopping suddenly, ‘do not let me be balked in this + matter—do not give information to the local authorities—do not obtain the assistance of several peace officers, to take either me or Doctor Slammer, of the 97th Regiment, at present quartered in Chatham - Barracks, into custody, and thus prevent this duel!—I say, do not.’ + Barracks, into custody, and thus prevent this duel!—I say, do not.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Snodgrass seized his friend’s hand warmly, as he enthusiastically - replied, ‘Not for worlds!’ + Mr. Snodgrass seized his friend’s hand warmly, as he enthusiastically + replied, ‘Not for worlds!’ </p> <p> - A thrill passed over Mr. Winkle’s frame as the conviction that he had - nothing to hope from his friend’s fears, and that he was destined to + A thrill passed over Mr. Winkle’s frame as the conviction that he had + nothing to hope from his friend’s fears, and that he was destined to become an animated target, rushed forcibly upon him. </p> <p> @@ -1905,33 +1837,33 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger destruction. </p> <p> - ‘Have you got everything?’ said Mr. Winkle, in an agitated tone. + ‘Have you got everything?’ said Mr. Winkle, in an agitated tone. </p> <p> - ‘Everything,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass; ‘plenty of ammunition, in case the - shots don’t take effect. There’s a quarter of a pound of powder in the - case, and I have got two newspapers in my pocket for the loadings.’ + ‘Everything,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass; ‘plenty of ammunition, in case the + shots don’t take effect. There’s a quarter of a pound of powder in the + case, and I have got two newspapers in my pocket for the loadings.’ </p> <p> These were instances of friendship for which any man might reasonably feel most grateful. The presumption is, that the gratitude of Mr. Winkle was - too powerful for utterance, as he said nothing, but continued to walk on—rather + too powerful for utterance, as he said nothing, but continued to walk on—rather slowly. </p> <p> - ‘We are in excellent time,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, as they climbed the fence - of the first field; ‘the sun is just going down.’ Mr. Winkle looked up at - the declining orb and painfully thought of the probability of his ‘going - down’ himself, before long. + ‘We are in excellent time,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, as they climbed the fence + of the first field; ‘the sun is just going down.’ Mr. Winkle looked up at + the declining orb and painfully thought of the probability of his ‘going + down’ himself, before long. </p> <p> - ‘There’s the officer,’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle, after a few minutes walking. + ‘There’s the officer,’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle, after a few minutes walking. </p> <p> - ‘Where?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Where?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘There—the gentleman in the blue cloak.’ Mr. Snodgrass looked in the + ‘There—the gentleman in the blue cloak.’ Mr. Snodgrass looked in the direction indicated by the forefinger of his friend, and observed a figure, muffled up, as he had described. The officer evinced his consciousness of their presence by slightly beckoning with his hand; and @@ -1941,74 +1873,74 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The evening grew more dull every moment, and a melancholy wind sounded through the deserted fields, like a distant giant whistling for his house-dog. The sadness of the scene imparted a sombre tinge to the - feelings of Mr. Winkle. He started as they passed the angle of the trench—it + feelings of Mr. Winkle. He started as they passed the angle of the trench—it looked like a colossal grave. </p> <p> The officer turned suddenly from the path, and after climbing a paling, and scaling a hedge, entered a secluded field. Two gentlemen were waiting - in it; one was a little, fat man, with black hair; and the other—a - portly personage in a braided surtout—was sitting with perfect + in it; one was a little, fat man, with black hair; and the other—a + portly personage in a braided surtout—was sitting with perfect equanimity on a camp-stool. </p> <p> - ‘The other party, and a surgeon, I suppose,’ said Mr. Snodgrass; ‘take a - drop of brandy.’ Mr. Winkle seized the wicker bottle which his friend + ‘The other party, and a surgeon, I suppose,’ said Mr. Snodgrass; ‘take a + drop of brandy.’ Mr. Winkle seized the wicker bottle which his friend proffered, and took a lengthened pull at the exhilarating liquid. </p> <p> - ‘My friend, Sir, Mr. Snodgrass,’ said Mr. Winkle, as the officer - approached. Doctor Slammer’s friend bowed, and produced a case similar to + ‘My friend, Sir, Mr. Snodgrass,’ said Mr. Winkle, as the officer + approached. Doctor Slammer’s friend bowed, and produced a case similar to that which Mr. Snodgrass carried. </p> <p> - ‘We have nothing further to say, Sir, I think,’ he coldly remarked, as he - opened the case; ‘an apology has been resolutely declined.’ + ‘We have nothing further to say, Sir, I think,’ he coldly remarked, as he + opened the case; ‘an apology has been resolutely declined.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing, Sir,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, who began to feel rather uncomfortable + ‘Nothing, Sir,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, who began to feel rather uncomfortable himself. </p> <p> - ‘Will you step forward?’ said the officer. + ‘Will you step forward?’ said the officer. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass. The ground was measured, and + ‘Certainly,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass. The ground was measured, and preliminaries arranged. </p> <p> - ‘You will find these better than your own,’ said the opposite second, - producing his pistols. ‘You saw me load them. Do you object to use them?’ + ‘You will find these better than your own,’ said the opposite second, + producing his pistols. ‘You saw me load them. Do you object to use them?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass. The offer relieved him from + ‘Certainly not,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass. The offer relieved him from considerable embarrassment, for his previous notions of loading a pistol were rather vague and undefined. </p> <p> - ‘We may place our men, then, I think,’ observed the officer, with as much + ‘We may place our men, then, I think,’ observed the officer, with as much indifference as if the principals were chess-men, and the seconds players. </p> <p> - ‘I think we may,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass; who would have assented to any + ‘I think we may,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass; who would have assented to any proposition, because he knew nothing about the matter. The officer crossed to Doctor Slammer, and Mr. Snodgrass went up to Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘It’s all ready,’ said he, offering the pistol. ‘Give me your cloak.’ + ‘It’s all ready,’ said he, offering the pistol. ‘Give me your cloak.’ </p> <p> - ‘You have got the packet, my dear fellow,’ said poor Winkle. + ‘You have got the packet, my dear fellow,’ said poor Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘All right,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. ‘Be steady, and wing him.’ + ‘All right,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. ‘Be steady, and wing him.’ </p> <p> It occurred to Mr. Winkle that this advice was very like that which bystanders invariably give to the smallest boy in a street fight, namely, - ‘Go in, and win’—an admirable thing to recommend, if you only know - how to do it. He took off his cloak, however, in silence—it always - took a long time to undo that cloak—and accepted the pistol. The + ‘Go in, and win’—an admirable thing to recommend, if you only know + how to do it. He took off his cloak, however, in silence—it always + took a long time to undo that cloak—and accepted the pistol. The seconds retired, the gentleman on the camp-stool did the same, and the belligerents approached each other. </p> @@ -2019,33 +1951,33 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the circumstance of his eyes being closed, prevented his observing the very extraordinary and unaccountable demeanour of Doctor Slammer. That gentleman started, stared, retreated, rubbed his eyes, stared again, and, - finally, shouted, ‘Stop, stop!’ + finally, shouted, ‘Stop, stop!’ </p> <p> - ‘What’s all this?’ said Doctor Slammer, as his friend and Mr. Snodgrass - came running up; ‘that’s not the man.’ + ‘What’s all this?’ said Doctor Slammer, as his friend and Mr. Snodgrass + came running up; ‘that’s not the man.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not the man!’ said Doctor Slammer’s second. + ‘Not the man!’ said Doctor Slammer’s second. </p> <p> - ‘Not the man!’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Not the man!’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Not the man!’ said the gentleman with the camp-stool in his hand. + ‘Not the man!’ said the gentleman with the camp-stool in his hand. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ replied the little doctor. ‘That’s not the person who - insulted me last night.’ + ‘Certainly not,’ replied the little doctor. ‘That’s not the person who + insulted me last night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very extraordinary!’ exclaimed the officer. + ‘Very extraordinary!’ exclaimed the officer. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said the gentleman with the camp-stool. ‘The only question is, + ‘Very,’ said the gentleman with the camp-stool. ‘The only question is, whether the gentleman, being on the ground, must not be considered, as a matter of form, to be the individual who insulted our friend, Doctor - Slammer, yesterday evening, whether he is really that individual or not;’ + Slammer, yesterday evening, whether he is really that individual or not;’ and having delivered this suggestion, with a very sage and mysterious air, the man with the camp-stool took a large pinch of snuff, and looked profoundly round, with the air of an authority in such matters. @@ -2056,75 +1988,75 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger he had afterwards said that there was, beyond all question, some mistake in the matter, he at once foresaw the increase of reputation he should inevitably acquire by concealing the real motive of his coming out; he - therefore stepped boldly forward, and said— + therefore stepped boldly forward, and said— </p> <p> - ‘I am not the person. I know it.’ + ‘I am not the person. I know it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then, that,’ said the man with the camp-stool, ‘is an affront to Doctor - Slammer, and a sufficient reason for proceeding immediately.’ + ‘Then, that,’ said the man with the camp-stool, ‘is an affront to Doctor + Slammer, and a sufficient reason for proceeding immediately.’ </p> <p> - ‘Pray be quiet, Payne,’ said the doctor’s second. ‘Why did you not - communicate this fact to me this morning, Sir?’ + ‘Pray be quiet, Payne,’ said the doctor’s second. ‘Why did you not + communicate this fact to me this morning, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘To be sure—to be sure,’ said the man with the camp-stool + ‘To be sure—to be sure,’ said the man with the camp-stool indignantly. </p> <p> - ‘I entreat you to be quiet, Payne,’ said the other. ‘May I repeat my - question, Sir?’ + ‘I entreat you to be quiet, Payne,’ said the other. ‘May I repeat my + question, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Because, Sir,’ replied Mr. Winkle, who had had time to deliberate upon - his answer, ‘because, Sir, you described an intoxicated and ungentlemanly + ‘Because, Sir,’ replied Mr. Winkle, who had had time to deliberate upon + his answer, ‘because, Sir, you described an intoxicated and ungentlemanly person as wearing a coat which I have the honour, not only to wear but to - have invented—the proposed uniform, Sir, of the Pickwick Club in + have invented—the proposed uniform, Sir, of the Pickwick Club in London. The honour of that uniform I feel bound to maintain, and I - therefore, without inquiry, accepted the challenge which you offered me.’ + therefore, without inquiry, accepted the challenge which you offered me.’ </p> <p> - ‘My dear Sir,’ said the good-humoured little doctor advancing with - extended hand, ‘I honour your gallantry. Permit me to say, Sir, that I + ‘My dear Sir,’ said the good-humoured little doctor advancing with + extended hand, ‘I honour your gallantry. Permit me to say, Sir, that I highly admire your conduct, and extremely regret having caused you the - inconvenience of this meeting, to no purpose.’ + inconvenience of this meeting, to no purpose.’ </p> <p> - ‘I beg you won’t mention it, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘I beg you won’t mention it, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘I shall feel proud of your acquaintance, Sir,’ said the little doctor. + ‘I shall feel proud of your acquaintance, Sir,’ said the little doctor. </p> <p> - ‘It will afford me the greatest pleasure to know you, sir,’ replied Mr. + ‘It will afford me the greatest pleasure to know you, sir,’ replied Mr. Winkle. Thereupon the doctor and Mr. Winkle shook hands, and then Mr. - Winkle and Lieutenant Tappleton (the doctor’s second), and then Mr. Winkle + Winkle and Lieutenant Tappleton (the doctor’s second), and then Mr. Winkle and the man with the camp-stool, and, finally, Mr. Winkle and Mr. - Snodgrass—the last-named gentleman in an excess of admiration at the + Snodgrass—the last-named gentleman in an excess of admiration at the noble conduct of his heroic friend. </p> <p> - ‘I think we may adjourn,’ said Lieutenant Tappleton. + ‘I think we may adjourn,’ said Lieutenant Tappleton. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ added the doctor. + ‘Certainly,’ added the doctor. </p> <p> - ‘Unless,’ interposed the man with the camp-stool, ‘unless Mr. Winkle feels + ‘Unless,’ interposed the man with the camp-stool, ‘unless Mr. Winkle feels himself aggrieved by the challenge; in which case, I submit, he has a - right to satisfaction.’ + right to satisfaction.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle, with great self-denial, expressed himself quite satisfied already. </p> <p> - ‘Or possibly,’ said the man with the camp-stool, ‘the gentleman’s second + ‘Or possibly,’ said the man with the camp-stool, ‘the gentleman’s second may feel himself affronted with some observations which fell from me at an early period of this meeting; if so, I shall be happy to give him - satisfaction immediately.’ + satisfaction immediately.’ </p> <p> Mr. Snodgrass hastily professed himself very much obliged with the @@ -2134,39 +2066,39 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a much more lively manner than they had proceeded to it. </p> <p> - ‘Do you remain long here?’ inquired Doctor Slammer of Mr. Winkle, as they + ‘Do you remain long here?’ inquired Doctor Slammer of Mr. Winkle, as they walked on most amicably together. </p> <p> - ‘I think we shall leave here the day after to-morrow,’ was the reply. + ‘I think we shall leave here the day after to-morrow,’ was the reply. </p> <p> - ‘I trust I shall have the pleasure of seeing you and your friend at my + ‘I trust I shall have the pleasure of seeing you and your friend at my rooms, and of spending a pleasant evening with you, after this awkward - mistake,’ said the little doctor; ‘are you disengaged this evening?’ + mistake,’ said the little doctor; ‘are you disengaged this evening?’ </p> <p> - ‘We have some friends here,’ replied Mr. Winkle, ‘and I should not like to + ‘We have some friends here,’ replied Mr. Winkle, ‘and I should not like to leave them to-night. Perhaps you and your friend will join us at the - Bull.’ + Bull.’ </p> <p> - ‘With great pleasure,’ said the little doctor; ‘will ten o’clock be too - late to look in for half an hour?’ + ‘With great pleasure,’ said the little doctor; ‘will ten o’clock be too + late to look in for half an hour?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh dear, no,’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘I shall be most happy to introduce you to - my friends, Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Tupman.’ + ‘Oh dear, no,’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘I shall be most happy to introduce you to + my friends, Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Tupman.’ </p> <p> - ‘It will give me great pleasure, I am sure,’ replied Doctor Slammer, + ‘It will give me great pleasure, I am sure,’ replied Doctor Slammer, little suspecting who Mr. Tupman was. </p> <p> - ‘You will be sure to come?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘You will be sure to come?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, certainly.’ + ‘Oh, certainly.’ </p> <p> By this time they had reached the road. Cordial farewells were exchanged, @@ -2182,7 +2114,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER III. A NEW ACQUAINTANCE—THE STROLLER’S TALE—A + CHAPTER III. A NEW ACQUAINTANCE—THE STROLLER’S TALE—A DISAGREEABLE INTERRUPTION, AND AN UNPLEASANT ENCOUNTER </h2> <p class="pfirst"> @@ -2212,76 +2144,76 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger rapidly to seed. </p> <p> - It was on this uncouth-looking person that Mr. Winkle’s eye rested, and it - was towards him that Mr. Pickwick extended his hand when he said, ‘A - friend of our friend’s here. We discovered this morning that our friend + It was on this uncouth-looking person that Mr. Winkle’s eye rested, and it + was towards him that Mr. Pickwick extended his hand when he said, ‘A + friend of our friend’s here. We discovered this morning that our friend was connected with the theatre in this place, though he is not desirous to have it generally known, and this gentleman is a member of the same profession. He was about to favour us with a little anecdote connected - with it, when you entered.’ + with it, when you entered.’ </p> <p> - ‘Lots of anecdote,’ said the green-coated stranger of the day before, - advancing to Mr. Winkle and speaking in a low and confidential tone. ‘Rum - fellow—does the heavy business—no actor—strange man—all - sorts of miseries—Dismal Jemmy, we call him on the circuit.’ Mr. + ‘Lots of anecdote,’ said the green-coated stranger of the day before, + advancing to Mr. Winkle and speaking in a low and confidential tone. ‘Rum + fellow—does the heavy business—no actor—strange man—all + sorts of miseries—Dismal Jemmy, we call him on the circuit.’ Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass politely welcomed the gentleman, elegantly - designated as ‘Dismal Jemmy’; and calling for brandy-and-water, in + designated as ‘Dismal Jemmy’; and calling for brandy-and-water, in imitation of the remainder of the company, seated themselves at the table. </p> <p> - ‘Now sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘will you oblige us by proceeding with what - you were going to relate?’ + ‘Now sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘will you oblige us by proceeding with what + you were going to relate?’ </p> <p> The dismal individual took a dirty roll of paper from his pocket, and turning to Mr. Snodgrass, who had just taken out his note-book, said in a - hollow voice, perfectly in keeping with his outward man—‘Are you the - poet?’ + hollow voice, perfectly in keeping with his outward man—‘Are you the + poet?’ </p> <p> - ‘I—I do a little in that way,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass, rather taken + ‘I—I do a little in that way,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass, rather taken aback by the abruptness of the question. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! poetry makes life what light and music do the stage—strip the + ‘Ah! poetry makes life what light and music do the stage—strip the one of the false embellishments, and the other of its illusions, and what - is there real in either to live or care for?’ + is there real in either to live or care for?’ </p> <p> - ‘Very true, Sir,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Very true, Sir,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘To be before the footlights,’ continued the dismal man, ‘is like sitting + ‘To be before the footlights,’ continued the dismal man, ‘is like sitting at a grand court show, and admiring the silken dresses of the gaudy throng; to be behind them is to be the people who make that finery, uncared for and unknown, and left to sink or swim, to starve or live, as - fortune wills it.’ + fortune wills it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Snodgrass: for the sunken eye of the dismal man + ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Snodgrass: for the sunken eye of the dismal man rested on him, and he felt it necessary to say something. </p> <p> - ‘Go on, Jemmy,’ said the Spanish traveller, ‘like black-eyed Susan—all - in the Downs—no croaking—speak out—look lively.’ + ‘Go on, Jemmy,’ said the Spanish traveller, ‘like black-eyed Susan—all + in the Downs—no croaking—speak out—look lively.’ </p> <p> - ‘Will you make another glass before you begin, Sir?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Will you make another glass before you begin, Sir?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> The dismal man took the hint, and having mixed a glass of brandy-and-water, and slowly swallowed half of it, opened the roll of paper and proceeded, partly to read, and partly to relate, the following - incident, which we find recorded on the Transactions of the Club as ‘The - Stroller’s Tale.’ + incident, which we find recorded on the Transactions of the Club as ‘The + Stroller’s Tale.’ </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - THE STROLLER’S TALE + THE STROLLER’S TALE </pre> <p> - ‘There is nothing of the marvellous in what I am going to relate,’ said - the dismal man; ‘there is nothing even uncommon in it. Want and sickness + ‘There is nothing of the marvellous in what I am going to relate,’ said + the dismal man; ‘there is nothing even uncommon in it. Want and sickness are too common in many stations of life to deserve more notice than is usually bestowed on the most ordinary vicissitudes of human nature. I have thrown these few notes together, because the subject of them was well @@ -2290,11 +2222,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger rose again. </p> <p> - ‘The man of whom I speak was a low pantomime actor; and, like many people + ‘The man of whom I speak was a low pantomime actor; and, like many people of his class, an habitual drunkard. In his better days, before he had become enfeebled by dissipation and emaciated by disease, he had been in the receipt of a good salary, which, if he had been careful and prudent, - he might have continued to receive for some years—not many; because + he might have continued to receive for some years—not many; because these men either die early, or by unnaturally taxing their bodily energies, lose, prematurely, those physical powers on which alone they can depend for subsistence. His besetting sin gained so fast upon him, @@ -2306,9 +2238,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger guessed. He could obtain no engagement, and he wanted bread. </p> <p> - ‘Everybody who is at all acquainted with theatrical matters knows what a + ‘Everybody who is at all acquainted with theatrical matters knows what a host of shabby, poverty-stricken men hang about the stage of a large - establishment—not regularly engaged actors, but ballet people, + establishment—not regularly engaged actors, but ballet people, procession men, tumblers, and so forth, who are taken on during the run of a pantomime, or an Easter piece, and are then discharged, until the production of some heavy spectacle occasions a new demand for their @@ -2324,7 +2256,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger spent in the old way. </p> <p> - ‘About this time, and when he had been existing for upwards of a year no + ‘About this time, and when he had been existing for upwards of a year no one knew how, I had a short engagement at one of the theatres on the Surrey side of the water, and here I saw this man, whom I had lost sight of for some time; for I had been travelling in the provinces, and he had @@ -2332,14 +2264,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the house, and was crossing the stage on my way out, when he tapped me on the shoulder. Never shall I forget the repulsive sight that met my eye when I turned round. He was dressed for the pantomimes in all the - absurdity of a clown’s costume. The spectral figures in the Dance of + absurdity of a clown’s costume. The spectral figures in the Dance of Death, the most frightful shapes that the ablest painter ever portrayed on canvas, never presented an appearance half so ghastly. His bloated body - and shrunken legs—their deformity enhanced a hundredfold by the - fantastic dress—the glassy eyes, contrasting fearfully with the + and shrunken legs—their deformity enhanced a hundredfold by the + fantastic dress—the glassy eyes, contrasting fearfully with the thick white paint with which the face was besmeared; the grotesquely-ornamented head, trembling with paralysis, and the long skinny - hands, rubbed with white chalk—all gave him a hideous and unnatural + hands, rubbed with white chalk—all gave him a hideous and unnatural appearance, of which no description could convey an adequate idea, and which, to this day, I shudder to think of. His voice was hollow and tremulous as he took me aside, and in broken words recounted a long @@ -2349,16 +2281,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his first tumble on the stage. </p> <p> - ‘A few nights afterwards, a boy put a dirty scrap of paper in my hand, on + ‘A few nights afterwards, a boy put a dirty scrap of paper in my hand, on which were scrawled a few words in pencil, intimating that the man was dangerously ill, and begging me, after the performance, to see him at his - lodgings in some street—I forget the name of it now—at no + lodgings in some street—I forget the name of it now—at no great distance from the theatre. I promised to comply, as soon as I could get away; and after the curtain fell, sallied forth on my melancholy errand. </p> <p> - ‘It was late, for I had been playing in the last piece; and, as it was a + ‘It was late, for I had been playing in the last piece; and, as it was a benefit night, the performances had been protracted to an unusual length. It was a dark, cold night, with a chill, damp wind, which blew the rain heavily against the windows and house-fronts. Pools of water had collected @@ -2366,20 +2298,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger thinly-scattered oil-lamps had been blown out by the violence of the wind, the walk was not only a comfortless, but most uncertain one. I had fortunately taken the right course, however, and succeeded, after a little - difficulty, in finding the house to which I had been directed—a + difficulty, in finding the house to which I had been directed—a coal-shed, with one storey above it, in the back room of which lay the object of my search. </p> <p> - ‘A wretched-looking woman, the man’s wife, met me on the stairs, and, + ‘A wretched-looking woman, the man’s wife, met me on the stairs, and, telling me that he had just fallen into a kind of doze, led me softly in, and placed a chair for me at the bedside. The sick man was lying with his face turned towards the wall; and as he took no heed of my presence, I had leisure to observe the place in which I found myself. </p> <p> - ‘He was lying on an old bedstead, which turned up during the day. The - tattered remains of a checked curtain were drawn round the bed’s head, to + ‘He was lying on an old bedstead, which turned up during the day. The + tattered remains of a checked curtain were drawn round the bed’s head, to exclude the wind, which, however, made its way into the comfortless room through the numerous chinks in the door, and blew it to and fro every instant. There was a low cinder fire in a rusty, unfixed grate; and an old @@ -2393,21 +2325,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger room, these were the only things in the apartment. </p> <p> - ‘I had had time to note these little particulars, and to mark the heavy + ‘I had had time to note these little particulars, and to mark the heavy breathing and feverish startings of the sick man, before he was aware of my presence. In the restless attempts to procure some easy resting-place for his head, he tossed his hand out of the bed, and it fell on mine. He started up, and stared eagerly in my face. </p> <p> - ‘“Mr. Hutley, John,” said his wife; “Mr. Hutley, that you sent for - to-night, you know.” + ‘“Mr. Hutley, John,” said his wife; “Mr. Hutley, that you sent for + to-night, you know.” </p> <p> - ‘“Ah!” said the invalid, passing his hand across his forehead; “Hutley—Hutley—let - me see.” He seemed endeavouring to collect his thoughts for a few seconds, - and then grasping me tightly by the wrist said, “Don’t leave me—don’t - leave me, old fellow. She’ll murder me; I know she will.” + ‘“Ah!” said the invalid, passing his hand across his forehead; “Hutley—Hutley—let + me see.” He seemed endeavouring to collect his thoughts for a few seconds, + and then grasping me tightly by the wrist said, “Don’t leave me—don’t + leave me, old fellow. She’ll murder me; I know she will.” </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/0084m.jpg" alt="0084m " /><br /> @@ -2416,54 +2348,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0084.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘“Has he been long so?” said I, addressing his weeping wife. + ‘“Has he been long so?” said I, addressing his weeping wife. </p> <p> - ‘“Since yesterday night,” she replied. “John, John, don’t you know me?” + ‘“Since yesterday night,” she replied. “John, John, don’t you know me?” </p> <p> - ‘“Don’t let her come near me,” said the man, with a shudder, as she - stooped over him. “Drive her away; I can’t bear her near me.” He stared + ‘“Don’t let her come near me,” said the man, with a shudder, as she + stooped over him. “Drive her away; I can’t bear her near me.” He stared wildly at her, with a look of deadly apprehension, and then whispered in - my ear, “I beat her, Jem; I beat her yesterday, and many times before. I + my ear, “I beat her, Jem; I beat her yesterday, and many times before. I have starved her and the boy too; and now I am weak and helpless, Jem, - she’ll murder me for it; I know she will. If you’d seen her cry, as I - have, you’d know it too. Keep her off.” He relaxed his grasp, and sank + she’ll murder me for it; I know she will. If you’d seen her cry, as I + have, you’d know it too. Keep her off.” He relaxed his grasp, and sank back exhausted on the pillow. </p> <p> - ‘I knew but too well what all this meant. If I could have entertained any - doubt of it, for an instant, one glance at the woman’s pale face and + ‘I knew but too well what all this meant. If I could have entertained any + doubt of it, for an instant, one glance at the woman’s pale face and wasted form would have sufficiently explained the real state of the case. - “You had better stand aside,” said I to the poor creature. “You can do him - no good. Perhaps he will be calmer, if he does not see you.” She retired - out of the man’s sight. He opened his eyes after a few seconds, and looked + “You had better stand aside,” said I to the poor creature. “You can do him + no good. Perhaps he will be calmer, if he does not see you.” She retired + out of the man’s sight. He opened his eyes after a few seconds, and looked anxiously round. </p> <p> - ‘“Is she gone?” he eagerly inquired. + ‘“Is she gone?” he eagerly inquired. </p> <p> - ‘“Yes—yes,” said I; “she shall not hurt you.” + ‘“Yes—yes,” said I; “she shall not hurt you.” </p> <p> - ‘“I’ll tell you what, Jem,” said the man, in a low voice, “she does hurt - me. There’s something in her eyes wakes such a dreadful fear in my heart, + ‘“I’ll tell you what, Jem,” said the man, in a low voice, “she does hurt + me. There’s something in her eyes wakes such a dreadful fear in my heart, that it drives me mad. All last night, her large, staring eyes and pale face were close to mine; wherever I turned, they turned; and whenever I - started up from my sleep, she was at the bedside looking at me.” He drew - me closer to him, as he said in a deep alarmed whisper, “Jem, she must be - an evil spirit—a devil! Hush! I know she is. If she had been a woman - she would have died long ago. No woman could have borne what she has.” + started up from my sleep, she was at the bedside looking at me.” He drew + me closer to him, as he said in a deep alarmed whisper, “Jem, she must be + an evil spirit—a devil! Hush! I know she is. If she had been a woman + she would have died long ago. No woman could have borne what she has.” </p> <p> - ‘I sickened at the thought of the long course of cruelty and neglect which + ‘I sickened at the thought of the long course of cruelty and neglect which must have occurred to produce such an impression on such a man. I could say nothing in reply; for who could offer hope, or consolation, to the abject being before me? </p> <p> - ‘I sat there for upwards of two hours, during which time he tossed about, + ‘I sat there for upwards of two hours, during which time he tossed about, murmuring exclamations of pain or impatience, restlessly throwing his arms here and there, and turning constantly from side to side. At length he fell into that state of partial unconsciousness, in which the mind wanders @@ -2476,161 +2408,161 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger necessary, sit up with the patient during the night. </p> <p> - ‘I kept my promise. The last four-and-twenty hours had produced a + ‘I kept my promise. The last four-and-twenty hours had produced a frightful alteration. The eyes, though deeply sunk and heavy, shone with a lustre frightful to behold. The lips were parched, and cracked in many places; the hard, dry skin glowed with a burning heat; and there was an - almost unearthly air of wild anxiety in the man’s face, indicating even + almost unearthly air of wild anxiety in the man’s face, indicating even more strongly the ravages of the disease. The fever was at its height. </p> <p> - ‘I took the seat I had occupied the night before, and there I sat for + ‘I took the seat I had occupied the night before, and there I sat for hours, listening to sounds which must strike deep to the heart of the most - callous among human beings—the awful ravings of a dying man. From - what I had heard of the medical attendant’s opinion, I knew there was no - hope for him: I was sitting by his death-bed. I saw the wasted limbs—which + callous among human beings—the awful ravings of a dying man. From + what I had heard of the medical attendant’s opinion, I knew there was no + hope for him: I was sitting by his death-bed. I saw the wasted limbs—which a few hours before had been distorted for the amusement of a boisterous - gallery, writhing under the tortures of a burning fever—I heard the - clown’s shrill laugh, blending with the low murmurings of the dying man. + gallery, writhing under the tortures of a burning fever—I heard the + clown’s shrill laugh, blending with the low murmurings of the dying man. </p> <p> - ‘It is a touching thing to hear the mind reverting to the ordinary + ‘It is a touching thing to hear the mind reverting to the ordinary occupations and pursuits of health, when the body lies before you weak and helpless; but when those occupations are of a character the most strongly opposed to anything we associate with grave and solemn ideas, the impression produced is infinitely more powerful. The theatre and the - public-house were the chief themes of the wretched man’s wanderings. It + public-house were the chief themes of the wretched man’s wanderings. It was evening, he fancied; he had a part to play that night; it was late, and he must leave home instantly. Why did they hold him, and prevent his - going?—he should lose the money—he must go. No! they would not + going?—he should lose the money—he must go. No! they would not let him. He hid his face in his burning hands, and feebly bemoaned his own weakness, and the cruelty of his persecutors. A short pause, and he - shouted out a few doggerel rhymes—the last he had ever learned. He + shouted out a few doggerel rhymes—the last he had ever learned. He rose in bed, drew up his withered limbs, and rolled about in uncouth - positions; he was acting—he was at the theatre. A minute’s silence, + positions; he was acting—he was at the theatre. A minute’s silence, and he murmured the burden of some roaring song. He had reached the old - house at last—how hot the room was. He had been ill, very ill, but + house at last—how hot the room was. He had been ill, very ill, but he was well now, and happy. Fill up his glass. Who was that, that dashed it from his lips? It was the same persecutor that had followed him before. He fell back upon his pillow and moaned aloud. A short period of oblivion, - and he was wandering through a tedious maze of low-arched rooms—so + and he was wandering through a tedious maze of low-arched rooms—so low, sometimes, that he must creep upon his hands and knees to make his way along; it was close and dark, and every way he turned, some obstacle impeded his progress. There were insects, too, hideous crawling things, with eyes that stared upon him, and filled the very air around, glistening horribly amidst the thick darkness of the place. The walls and ceiling - were alive with reptiles—the vault expanded to an enormous size—frightful - figures flitted to and fro—and the faces of men he knew, rendered + were alive with reptiles—the vault expanded to an enormous size—frightful + figures flitted to and fro—and the faces of men he knew, rendered hideous by gibing and mouthing, peered out from among them; they were searing him with heated irons, and binding his head with cords till the blood started; and he struggled madly for life. </p> <p> - ‘At the close of one of these paroxysms, when I had with great difficulty + ‘At the close of one of these paroxysms, when I had with great difficulty held him down in his bed, he sank into what appeared to be a slumber. Overpowered with watching and exertion, I had closed my eyes for a few minutes, when I felt a violent clutch on my shoulder. I awoke instantly. - He had raised himself up, so as to seat himself in bed—a dreadful + He had raised himself up, so as to seat himself in bed—a dreadful change had come over his face, but consciousness had returned, for he evidently knew me. The child, who had been long since disturbed by his ravings, rose from its little bed, and ran towards its father, screaming - with fright—the mother hastily caught it in her arms, lest he should + with fright—the mother hastily caught it in her arms, lest he should injure it in the violence of his insanity; but, terrified by the alteration of his features, stood transfixed by the bedside. He grasped my shoulder convulsively, and, striking his breast with the other hand, made a desperate attempt to articulate. It was unavailing; he extended his arm towards them, and made another violent effort. There was a rattling noise - in the throat—a glare of the eye—a short stifled groan—and - he fell back—dead!’ + in the throat—a glare of the eye—a short stifled groan—and + he fell back—dead!’ </p> <p> It would afford us the highest gratification to be enabled to record Mr. - Pickwick’s opinion of the foregoing anecdote. We have little doubt that we + Pickwick’s opinion of the foregoing anecdote. We have little doubt that we should have been enabled to present it to our readers, but for a most unfortunate occurrence. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick had replaced on the table the glass which, during the last few sentences of the tale, he had retained in his hand; and had just made - up his mind to speak—indeed, we have the authority of Mr. - Snodgrass’s note-book for stating, that he had actually opened his mouth—when - the waiter entered the room, and said— + up his mind to speak—indeed, we have the authority of Mr. + Snodgrass’s note-book for stating, that he had actually opened his mouth—when + the waiter entered the room, and said— </p> <p> - ‘Some gentlemen, Sir.’ + ‘Some gentlemen, Sir.’ </p> <p> It has been conjectured that Mr. Pickwick was on the point of delivering some remarks which would have enlightened the world, if not the Thames, - when he was thus interrupted; for he gazed sternly on the waiter’s + when he was thus interrupted; for he gazed sternly on the waiter’s countenance, and then looked round on the company generally, as if seeking for information relative to the new-comers. </p> <p> - ‘Oh!’ said Mr. Winkle, rising, ‘some friends of mine—show them in. - Very pleasant fellows,’ added Mr. Winkle, after the waiter had retired—‘officers + ‘Oh!’ said Mr. Winkle, rising, ‘some friends of mine—show them in. + Very pleasant fellows,’ added Mr. Winkle, after the waiter had retired—‘officers of the 97th, whose acquaintance I made rather oddly this morning. You will - like them very much.’ + like them very much.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s equanimity was at once restored. The waiter returned, and + Mr. Pickwick’s equanimity was at once restored. The waiter returned, and ushered three gentlemen into the room. </p> <p> - ‘Lieutenant Tappleton,’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘Lieutenant Tappleton, Mr. - Pickwick—Doctor Payne, Mr. Pickwick—Mr. Snodgrass you have - seen before, my friend Mr. Tupman, Doctor Payne—Doctor Slammer, Mr. - Pickwick—Mr. Tupman, Doctor Slam—’ + ‘Lieutenant Tappleton,’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘Lieutenant Tappleton, Mr. + Pickwick—Doctor Payne, Mr. Pickwick—Mr. Snodgrass you have + seen before, my friend Mr. Tupman, Doctor Payne—Doctor Slammer, Mr. + Pickwick—Mr. Tupman, Doctor Slam—’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Winkle suddenly paused; for strong emotion was visible on the countenance both of Mr. Tupman and the doctor. </p> <p> - ‘I have met <i>this</i> gentleman before,’ said the Doctor, with marked + ‘I have met <i>this</i> gentleman before,’ said the Doctor, with marked emphasis. </p> <p> - ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘And—and that person, too, if I am not mistaken,’ said the doctor, - bestowing a scrutinising glance on the green-coated stranger. ‘I think I + ‘And—and that person, too, if I am not mistaken,’ said the doctor, + bestowing a scrutinising glance on the green-coated stranger. ‘I think I gave that person a very pressing invitation last night, which he thought - proper to decline.’ Saying which the doctor scowled magnanimously on the + proper to decline.’ Saying which the doctor scowled magnanimously on the stranger, and whispered his friend Lieutenant Tappleton. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t say so,’ said that gentleman, at the conclusion of the whisper. + ‘You don’t say so,’ said that gentleman, at the conclusion of the whisper. </p> <p> - ‘I do, indeed,’ replied Doctor Slammer. + ‘I do, indeed,’ replied Doctor Slammer. </p> <p> - ‘You are bound to kick him on the spot,’ murmured the owner of the + ‘You are bound to kick him on the spot,’ murmured the owner of the camp-stool, with great importance. </p> <p> - ‘Do be quiet, Payne,’ interposed the lieutenant. ‘Will you allow me to ask - you, sir,’ he said, addressing Mr. Pickwick, who was considerably - mystified by this very unpolite by-play—‘will you allow me to ask - you, Sir, whether that person belongs to your party?’ + ‘Do be quiet, Payne,’ interposed the lieutenant. ‘Will you allow me to ask + you, sir,’ he said, addressing Mr. Pickwick, who was considerably + mystified by this very unpolite by-play—‘will you allow me to ask + you, Sir, whether that person belongs to your party?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘he is a guest of ours.’ + ‘No, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘he is a guest of ours.’ </p> <p> - ‘He is a member of your club, or I am mistaken?’ said the lieutenant + ‘He is a member of your club, or I am mistaken?’ said the lieutenant inquiringly. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ responded Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Certainly not,’ responded Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘And never wears your club-button?’ said the lieutenant. + ‘And never wears your club-button?’ said the lieutenant. </p> <p> - ‘No—never!’ replied the astonished Mr. Pickwick. + ‘No—never!’ replied the astonished Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Lieutenant Tappleton turned round to his friend Doctor Slammer, with a @@ -2640,67 +2572,67 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger countenance of the unconscious Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said the doctor, suddenly addressing Mr. Tupman, in a tone which + ‘Sir,’ said the doctor, suddenly addressing Mr. Tupman, in a tone which made that gentleman start as perceptibly as if a pin had been cunningly - inserted in the calf of his leg, ‘you were at the ball here last night!’ + inserted in the calf of his leg, ‘you were at the ball here last night!’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman gasped a faint affirmative, looking very hard at Mr. Pickwick all the while. </p> <p> - ‘That person was your companion,’ said the doctor, pointing to the still + ‘That person was your companion,’ said the doctor, pointing to the still unmoved stranger. </p> <p> Mr. Tupman admitted the fact. </p> <p> - ‘Now, sir,’ said the doctor to the stranger, ‘I ask you once again, in the + ‘Now, sir,’ said the doctor to the stranger, ‘I ask you once again, in the presence of these gentlemen, whether you choose to give me your card, and to receive the treatment of a gentleman; or whether you impose upon me the - necessity of personally chastising you on the spot?’ + necessity of personally chastising you on the spot?’ </p> <p> - ‘Stay, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I really cannot allow this matter to go - any further without some explanation. Tupman, recount the circumstances.’ + ‘Stay, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I really cannot allow this matter to go + any further without some explanation. Tupman, recount the circumstances.’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman, thus solemnly adjured, stated the case in a few words; touched slightly on the borrowing of the coat; expatiated largely on its having - been done ‘after dinner’; wound up with a little penitence on his own + been done ‘after dinner’; wound up with a little penitence on his own account; and left the stranger to clear himself as best he could. </p> <p> He was apparently about to proceed to do so, when Lieutenant Tappleton, who had been eyeing him with great curiosity, said with considerable - scorn, ‘Haven’t I seen you at the theatre, Sir?’ + scorn, ‘Haven’t I seen you at the theatre, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ replied the unabashed stranger. + ‘Certainly,’ replied the unabashed stranger. </p> <p> - ‘He is a strolling actor!’ said the lieutenant contemptuously, turning to - Doctor Slammer.—‘He acts in the piece that the officers of the 52nd + ‘He is a strolling actor!’ said the lieutenant contemptuously, turning to + Doctor Slammer.—‘He acts in the piece that the officers of the 52nd get up at the Rochester Theatre to-morrow night. You cannot proceed in - this affair, Slammer—impossible!’ + this affair, Slammer—impossible!’ </p> <p> - ‘Quite!’ said the dignified Payne. + ‘Quite!’ said the dignified Payne. </p> <p> - ‘Sorry to have placed you in this disagreeable situation,’ said Lieutenant - Tappleton, addressing Mr. Pickwick; ‘allow me to suggest, that the best + ‘Sorry to have placed you in this disagreeable situation,’ said Lieutenant + Tappleton, addressing Mr. Pickwick; ‘allow me to suggest, that the best way of avoiding a recurrence of such scenes in future will be to be more - select in the choice of your companions. Good-evening, Sir!’ and the + select in the choice of your companions. Good-evening, Sir!’ and the lieutenant bounced out of the room. </p> <p> - ‘And allow me to say, Sir,’ said the irascible Doctor Payne, ‘that if I + ‘And allow me to say, Sir,’ said the irascible Doctor Payne, ‘that if I had been Tappleton, or if I had been Slammer, I would have pulled your - nose, Sir, and the nose of every man in this company. I would, sir—every - man. Payne is my name, sir—Doctor Payne of the 43rd. Good-evening, - Sir.’ Having concluded this speech, and uttered the last three words in a + nose, Sir, and the nose of every man in this company. I would, sir—every + man. Payne is my name, sir—Doctor Payne of the 43rd. Good-evening, + Sir.’ Having concluded this speech, and uttered the last three words in a loud key, he stalked majestically after his friend, closely followed by Doctor Slammer, who said nothing, but contented himself by withering the company with a look. @@ -2716,21 +2648,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger tail, and dragged him backwards. </p> <p> - ‘Restrain him,’ cried Mr. Snodgrass; ‘Winkle, Tupman—he must not - peril his distinguished life in such a cause as this.’ + ‘Restrain him,’ cried Mr. Snodgrass; ‘Winkle, Tupman—he must not + peril his distinguished life in such a cause as this.’ </p> <p> - ‘Let me go,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Let me go,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Hold him tight,’ shouted Mr. Snodgrass; and by the united efforts of the + ‘Hold him tight,’ shouted Mr. Snodgrass; and by the united efforts of the whole company, Mr. Pickwick was forced into an arm-chair. </p> <p> - ‘Leave him alone,’ said the green-coated stranger; ‘brandy-and-water—jolly - old gentleman—lots of pluck—swallow this—ah!—capital - stuff.’ Having previously tested the virtues of a bumper, which had been - mixed by the dismal man, the stranger applied the glass to Mr. Pickwick’s + ‘Leave him alone,’ said the green-coated stranger; ‘brandy-and-water—jolly + old gentleman—lots of pluck—swallow this—ah!—capital + stuff.’ Having previously tested the virtues of a bumper, which had been + mixed by the dismal man, the stranger applied the glass to Mr. Pickwick’s mouth; and the remainder of its contents rapidly disappeared. </p> <p> @@ -2739,20 +2671,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger expression. </p> <p> - ‘They are not worth your notice,’ said the dismal man. + ‘They are not worth your notice,’ said the dismal man. </p> <p> - ‘You are right, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘they are not. I am ashamed to + ‘You are right, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘they are not. I am ashamed to have been betrayed into this warmth of feeling. Draw your chair up to the - table, Sir.’ + table, Sir.’ </p> <p> The dismal man readily complied; a circle was again formed round the table, and harmony once more prevailed. Some lingering irritability - appeared to find a resting-place in Mr. Winkle’s bosom, occasioned - possibly by the temporary abstraction of his coat—though it is + appeared to find a resting-place in Mr. Winkle’s bosom, occasioned + possibly by the temporary abstraction of his coat—though it is scarcely reasonable to suppose that so slight a circumstance can have - excited even a passing feeling of anger in a Pickwickian’s breast. With + excited even a passing feeling of anger in a Pickwickian’s breast. With this exception, their good-humour was completely restored; and the evening concluded with the conviviality with which it had begun. </p> @@ -2764,7 +2696,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER IV. A FIELD DAY AND BIVOUAC—MORE NEW FRIENDS—AN + CHAPTER IV. A FIELD DAY AND BIVOUAC—MORE NEW FRIENDS—AN INVITATION TO THE COUNTRY </h2> <p class="pfirst"> @@ -2786,7 +2718,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Acting in this spirit, and resolutely proceeding on our determination to avow our obligations to the authorities we have consulted, we frankly say, that to the note-book of Mr. Snodgrass are we indebted for the particulars - recorded in this and the succeeding chapter—particulars which, now + recorded in this and the succeeding chapter—particulars which, now that we have disburdened our consciences, we shall proceed to detail without further comment. </p> @@ -2801,9 +2733,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Pickwick was, as our readers may have gathered from the slight extract we gave from his description of Chatham, an enthusiastic admirer of the - army. Nothing could have been more delightful to him—nothing could + army. Nothing could have been more delightful to him—nothing could have harmonised so well with the peculiar feeling of each of his - companions—as this sight. Accordingly they were soon afoot, and + companions—as this sight. Accordingly they were soon afoot, and walking in the direction of the scene of action, towards which crowds of people were already pouring from a variety of quarters. </p> @@ -2832,12 +2764,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pressure from behind, and then Mr. Pickwick was jerked forward for several yards, with a degree of speed and elasticity highly inconsistent with the general gravity of his demeanour; at another moment there was a request to - ‘keep back’ from the front, and then the butt-end of a musket was either - dropped upon Mr. Pickwick’s toe, to remind him of the demand, or thrust + ‘keep back’ from the front, and then the butt-end of a musket was either + dropped upon Mr. Pickwick’s toe, to remind him of the demand, or thrust into his chest, to insure its being complied with. Then some facetious gentlemen on the left, after pressing sideways in a body, and squeezing Mr. Snodgrass into the very last extreme of human torture, would request - to know ‘vere he vos a shovin’ to’; and when Mr. Winkle had done + to know ‘vere he vos a shovin’ to’; and when Mr. Winkle had done expressing his excessive indignation at witnessing this unprovoked assault, some person behind would knock his hat over his eyes, and beg the favour of his putting his head in his pocket. These, and other practical @@ -2871,53 +2803,53 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger were unbounded. </p> <p> - ‘Can anything be finer or more delightful?’ he inquired of Mr. Winkle. + ‘Can anything be finer or more delightful?’ he inquired of Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing,’ replied that gentleman, who had had a short man standing on + ‘Nothing,’ replied that gentleman, who had had a short man standing on each of his feet for the quarter of an hour immediately preceding. </p> <p> - ‘It is indeed a noble and a brilliant sight,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, in whose - bosom a blaze of poetry was rapidly bursting forth, ‘to see the gallant + ‘It is indeed a noble and a brilliant sight,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, in whose + bosom a blaze of poetry was rapidly bursting forth, ‘to see the gallant defenders of their country drawn up in brilliant array before its peaceful - citizens; their faces beaming—not with warlike ferocity, but with - civilised gentleness; their eyes flashing—not with the rude fire of - rapine or revenge, but with the soft light of humanity and intelligence.’ + citizens; their faces beaming—not with warlike ferocity, but with + civilised gentleness; their eyes flashing—not with the rude fire of + rapine or revenge, but with the soft light of humanity and intelligence.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick fully entered into the spirit of this eulogium, but he could not exactly re-echo its terms; for the soft light of intelligence burned - rather feebly in the eyes of the warriors, inasmuch as the command ‘eyes - front’ had been given, and all the spectator saw before him was several + rather feebly in the eyes of the warriors, inasmuch as the command ‘eyes + front’ had been given, and all the spectator saw before him was several thousand pair of optics, staring straight forward, wholly divested of any expression whatever. </p> <p> - ‘We are in a capital situation now,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking round him. + ‘We are in a capital situation now,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking round him. The crowd had gradually dispersed in their immediate vicinity, and they were nearly alone. </p> <p> - ‘Capital!’ echoed both Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle. + ‘Capital!’ echoed both Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘What are they doing now?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, adjusting his + ‘What are they doing now?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, adjusting his spectacles. </p> <p> - ‘I—I—rather think,’ said Mr. Winkle, changing colour—‘I - rather think they’re going to fire.’ + ‘I—I—rather think,’ said Mr. Winkle, changing colour—‘I + rather think they’re going to fire.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily. + ‘Nonsense,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily. </p> <p> - ‘I—I—really think they are,’ urged Mr. Snodgrass, somewhat + ‘I—I—really think they are,’ urged Mr. Snodgrass, somewhat alarmed. </p> <p> - ‘Impossible,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. He had hardly uttered the word, when + ‘Impossible,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. He had hardly uttered the word, when the whole half-dozen regiments levelled their muskets as if they had but one common object, and that object the Pickwickians, and burst forth with the most awful and tremendous discharge that ever shook the earth to its @@ -2935,22 +2867,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger apprehended from the firing. </p> <p> - ‘But—but—suppose some of the men should happen to have ball - cartridges by mistake,’ remonstrated Mr. Winkle, pallid at the supposition - he was himself conjuring up. ‘I heard something whistle through the air - now—so sharp; close to my ear.’ + ‘But—but—suppose some of the men should happen to have ball + cartridges by mistake,’ remonstrated Mr. Winkle, pallid at the supposition + he was himself conjuring up. ‘I heard something whistle through the air + now—so sharp; close to my ear.’ </p> <p> - ‘We had better throw ourselves on our faces, hadn’t we?’ said Mr. + ‘We had better throw ourselves on our faces, hadn’t we?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘No, no—it’s over now,’ said Mr. Pickwick. His lip might quiver, and + ‘No, no—it’s over now,’ said Mr. Pickwick. His lip might quiver, and his cheek might blanch, but no expression of fear or concern escaped the lips of that immortal man. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick was right—the firing ceased; but he had scarcely time + Mr. Pickwick was right—the firing ceased; but he had scarcely time to congratulate himself on the accuracy of his opinion, when a quick movement was visible in the line; the hoarse shout of the word of command ran along it, and before either of the party could form a guess at the @@ -2961,9 +2893,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Man is but mortal; and there is a point beyond which human courage cannot extend. Mr. Pickwick gazed through his spectacles for an instant on the - advancing mass, and then fairly turned his back and—we will not say + advancing mass, and then fairly turned his back and—we will not say fled; firstly, because it is an ignoble term, and, secondly, because Mr. - Pickwick’s figure was by no means adapted for that mode of retreat—he + Pickwick’s figure was by no means adapted for that mode of retreat—he trotted away, at as quick a rate as his legs would convey him; so quickly, indeed, that he did not perceive the awkwardness of his situation, to the full extent, until too late. @@ -2977,19 +2909,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger waiting the collision in hostile array. </p> <p> - ‘Hoi!’ shouted the officers of the advancing line. + ‘Hoi!’ shouted the officers of the advancing line. </p> <p> - ‘Get out of the way!’ cried the officers of the stationary one. + ‘Get out of the way!’ cried the officers of the stationary one. </p> <p> - ‘Where are we to go to?’ screamed the agitated Pickwickians. + ‘Where are we to go to?’ screamed the agitated Pickwickians. </p> <p> - ‘Hoi—hoi—hoi!’ was the only reply. There was a moment of + ‘Hoi—hoi—hoi!’ was the only reply. There was a moment of intense bewilderment, a heavy tramp of footsteps, a violent concussion, a smothered laugh; the half-dozen regiments were half a thousand yards off, - and the soles of Mr. Pickwick’s boots were elevated in air. + and the soles of Mr. Pickwick’s boots were elevated in air. </p> <p> Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle had each performed a compulsory somerset with @@ -3000,7 +2932,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger playfully away in perspective. </p> <p> - There are very few moments in a man’s existence when he experiences so + There are very few moments in a man’s existence when he experiences so much ludicrous distress, or meets with so little charitable commiseration, as when he is in pursuit of his own hat. A vast deal of coolness, and a peculiar degree of judgment, are requisite in catching a hat. A man must @@ -3012,10 +2944,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger as if you thought it as good a joke as anybody else. </p> <p> - There was a fine gentle wind, and Mr. Pickwick’s hat rolled sportively + There was a fine gentle wind, and Mr. Pickwick’s hat rolled sportively before it. The wind puffed, and Mr. Pickwick puffed, and the hat rolled over and over as merrily as a lively porpoise in a strong tide: and on it - might have rolled, far beyond Mr. Pickwick’s reach, had not its course + might have rolled, far beyond Mr. Pickwick’s reach, had not its course been providentially stopped, just as that gentleman was on the point of resigning it to its fate. </p> @@ -3027,7 +2959,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his advantage, darted briskly forward, secured his property, planted it on his head, and paused to take breath. He had not been stationary half a minute, when he heard his own name eagerly pronounced by a voice, which he - at once recognised as Mr. Tupman’s, and, looking upwards, he beheld a + at once recognised as Mr. Tupman’s, and, looking upwards, he beheld a sight which filled him with surprise and pleasure. </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> @@ -3045,9 +2977,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger probably the aunt of the aforesaid, and Mr. Tupman, as easy and unconcerned as if he had belonged to the family from the first moments of his infancy. Fastened up behind the barouche was a hamper of spacious - dimensions—one of those hampers which always awakens in a + dimensions—one of those hampers which always awakens in a contemplative mind associations connected with cold fowls, tongues, and - bottles of wine—and on the box sat a fat and red-faced boy, in a + bottles of wine—and on the box sat a fat and red-faced boy, in a state of somnolency, whom no speculative observer could have regarded for an instant without setting down as the official dispenser of the contents of the before-mentioned hamper, when the proper time for their consumption @@ -3058,54 +2990,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger when he was again greeted by his faithful disciple. </p> <p> - ‘Pickwick—Pickwick,’ said Mr. Tupman; ‘come up here. Make haste.’ + ‘Pickwick—Pickwick,’ said Mr. Tupman; ‘come up here. Make haste.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come along, Sir. Pray, come up,’ said the stout gentleman. ‘Joe!—damn - that boy, he’s gone to sleep again.—Joe, let down the steps.’ The + ‘Come along, Sir. Pray, come up,’ said the stout gentleman. ‘Joe!—damn + that boy, he’s gone to sleep again.—Joe, let down the steps.’ The fat boy rolled slowly off the box, let down the steps, and held the carriage door invitingly open. Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle came up at the moment. </p> <p> - ‘Room for you all, gentlemen,’ said the stout man. ‘Two inside, and one + ‘Room for you all, gentlemen,’ said the stout man. ‘Two inside, and one out. Joe, make room for one of these gentlemen on the box. Now, Sir, come - along;’ and the stout gentleman extended his arm, and pulled first Mr. + along;’ and the stout gentleman extended his arm, and pulled first Mr. Pickwick, and then Mr. Snodgrass, into the barouche by main force. Mr. Winkle mounted to the box, the fat boy waddled to the same perch, and fell fast asleep instantly. </p> <p> - ‘Well, gentlemen,’ said the stout man, ‘very glad to see you. Know you - very well, gentlemen, though you mayn’t remember me. I spent some ev’nin’s - at your club last winter—picked up my friend Mr. Tupman here this + ‘Well, gentlemen,’ said the stout man, ‘very glad to see you. Know you + very well, gentlemen, though you mayn’t remember me. I spent some ev’nin’s + at your club last winter—picked up my friend Mr. Tupman here this morning, and very glad I was to see him. Well, Sir, and how are you? You - do look uncommon well, to be sure.’ + do look uncommon well, to be sure.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick acknowledged the compliment, and cordially shook hands with the stout gentleman in the top-boots. </p> <p> - ‘Well, and how are you, sir?’ said the stout gentleman, addressing Mr. - Snodgrass with paternal anxiety. ‘Charming, eh? Well, that’s right—that’s + ‘Well, and how are you, sir?’ said the stout gentleman, addressing Mr. + Snodgrass with paternal anxiety. ‘Charming, eh? Well, that’s right—that’s right. And how are you, sir (to Mr. Winkle)? Well, I am glad to hear you - say you are well; very glad I am, to be sure. My daughters, gentlemen—my - gals these are; and that’s my sister, Miss Rachael Wardle. She’s a Miss, - she is; and yet she ain’t a Miss—eh, Sir, eh?’ And the stout + say you are well; very glad I am, to be sure. My daughters, gentlemen—my + gals these are; and that’s my sister, Miss Rachael Wardle. She’s a Miss, + she is; and yet she ain’t a Miss—eh, Sir, eh?’ And the stout gentleman playfully inserted his elbow between the ribs of Mr. Pickwick, and laughed very heartily. </p> <p> - ‘Lor, brother!’ said Miss Wardle, with a deprecating smile. + ‘Lor, brother!’ said Miss Wardle, with a deprecating smile. </p> <p> - ‘True, true,’ said the stout gentleman; ‘no one can deny it. Gentlemen, I + ‘True, true,’ said the stout gentleman; ‘no one can deny it. Gentlemen, I beg your pardon; this is my friend Mr. Trundle. And now you all know each - other, let’s be comfortable and happy, and see what’s going forward; - that’s what I say.’ So the stout gentleman put on his spectacles, and Mr. + other, let’s be comfortable and happy, and see what’s going forward; + that’s what I say.’ So the stout gentleman put on his spectacles, and Mr. Pickwick pulled out his glass, and everybody stood up in the carriage, and - looked over somebody else’s shoulder at the evolutions of the military. + looked over somebody else’s shoulder at the evolutions of the military. </p> <p> Astounding evolutions they were, one rank firing over the heads of another @@ -3120,17 +3052,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger when they did go, that the air resounded with the screams of ladies. The young Misses Wardle were so frightened, that Mr. Trundle was actually obliged to hold one of them up in the carriage, while Mr. Snodgrass - supported the other; and Mr. Wardle’s sister suffered under such a + supported the other; and Mr. Wardle’s sister suffered under such a dreadful state of nervous alarm, that Mr. Tupman found it indispensably necessary to put his arm round her waist, to keep her up at all. Everybody was excited, except the fat boy, and he slept as soundly as if the roaring of cannon were his ordinary lullaby. </p> <p> - ‘Joe, Joe!’ said the stout gentleman, when the citadel was taken, and the - besiegers and besieged sat down to dinner. ‘Damn that boy, he’s gone to - sleep again. Be good enough to pinch him, sir—in the leg, if you - please; nothing else wakes him—thank you. Undo the hamper, Joe.’ + ‘Joe, Joe!’ said the stout gentleman, when the citadel was taken, and the + besiegers and besieged sat down to dinner. ‘Damn that boy, he’s gone to + sleep again. Be good enough to pinch him, sir—in the leg, if you + please; nothing else wakes him—thank you. Undo the hamper, Joe.’ </p> <p> The fat boy, who had been effectually roused by the compression of a @@ -3139,26 +3071,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger expedition than could have been expected from his previous inactivity. </p> <p> - ‘Now we must sit close,’ said the stout gentleman. After a great many - jokes about squeezing the ladies’ sleeves, and a vast quantity of blushing - at sundry jocose proposals, that the ladies should sit in the gentlemen’s + ‘Now we must sit close,’ said the stout gentleman. After a great many + jokes about squeezing the ladies’ sleeves, and a vast quantity of blushing + at sundry jocose proposals, that the ladies should sit in the gentlemen’s laps, the whole party were stowed down in the barouche; and the stout gentleman proceeded to hand the things from the fat boy (who had mounted up behind for the purpose) into the carriage. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Joe, knives and forks.’ The knives and forks were handed in, and the + ‘Now, Joe, knives and forks.’ The knives and forks were handed in, and the ladies and gentlemen inside, and Mr. Winkle on the box, were each furnished with those useful instruments. </p> <p> - ‘Plates, Joe, plates.’ A similar process employed in the distribution of + ‘Plates, Joe, plates.’ A similar process employed in the distribution of the crockery. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Joe, the fowls. Damn that boy; he’s gone to sleep again. Joe! Joe!’ + ‘Now, Joe, the fowls. Damn that boy; he’s gone to sleep again. Joe! Joe!’ (Sundry taps on the head with a stick, and the fat boy, with some - difficulty, roused from his lethargy.) ‘Come, hand in the eatables.’ + difficulty, roused from his lethargy.) ‘Come, hand in the eatables.’ </p> <p> There was something in the sound of the last word which roused the @@ -3167,244 +3099,244 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the basket. </p> <p> - ‘Now make haste,’ said Mr. Wardle; for the fat boy was hanging fondly over + ‘Now make haste,’ said Mr. Wardle; for the fat boy was hanging fondly over a capon, which he seemed wholly unable to part with. The boy sighed deeply, and, bestowing an ardent gaze upon its plumpness, unwillingly consigned it to his master. </p> <p> - ‘That’s right—look sharp. Now the tongue—now the pigeon pie. - Take care of that veal and ham—mind the lobsters—take the - salad out of the cloth—give me the dressing.’ Such were the hurried + ‘That’s right—look sharp. Now the tongue—now the pigeon pie. + Take care of that veal and ham—mind the lobsters—take the + salad out of the cloth—give me the dressing.’ Such were the hurried orders which issued from the lips of Mr. Wardle, as he handed in the - different articles described, and placed dishes in everybody’s hands, and - on everybody’s knees, in endless number. + different articles described, and placed dishes in everybody’s hands, and + on everybody’s knees, in endless number. </p> <p> - ‘Now ain’t this capital?’ inquired that jolly personage, when the work of + ‘Now ain’t this capital?’ inquired that jolly personage, when the work of destruction had commenced. </p> <p> - ‘Capital!’ said Mr. Winkle, who was carving a fowl on the box. + ‘Capital!’ said Mr. Winkle, who was carving a fowl on the box. </p> <p> - ‘Glass of wine?’ + ‘Glass of wine?’ </p> <p> - ‘With the greatest pleasure.’ + ‘With the greatest pleasure.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’d better have a bottle to yourself up there, hadn’t you?’ + ‘You’d better have a bottle to yourself up there, hadn’t you?’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re very good.’ + ‘You’re very good.’ </p> <p> - ‘Joe!’ + ‘Joe!’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir.’ (He wasn’t asleep this time, having just succeeded in + ‘Yes, Sir.’ (He wasn’t asleep this time, having just succeeded in abstracting a veal patty.) </p> <p> - ‘Bottle of wine to the gentleman on the box. Glad to see you, Sir.’ + ‘Bottle of wine to the gentleman on the box. Glad to see you, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee.’ Mr. Winkle emptied his glass, and placed the bottle on the + ‘Thank’ee.’ Mr. Winkle emptied his glass, and placed the bottle on the coach-box, by his side. </p> <p> - ‘Will you permit me to have the pleasure, Sir?’ said Mr. Trundle to Mr. + ‘Will you permit me to have the pleasure, Sir?’ said Mr. Trundle to Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘With great pleasure,’ replied Mr. Winkle to Mr. Trundle, and then the two + ‘With great pleasure,’ replied Mr. Winkle to Mr. Trundle, and then the two gentlemen took wine, after which they took a glass of wine round, ladies and all. </p> <p> - ‘How dear Emily is flirting with the strange gentleman,’ whispered the + ‘How dear Emily is flirting with the strange gentleman,’ whispered the spinster aunt, with true spinster-aunt-like envy, to her brother, Mr. Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Oh! I don’t know,’ said the jolly old gentleman; ‘all very natural, I - dare say—nothing unusual. Mr. Pickwick, some wine, Sir?’ Mr. + ‘Oh! I don’t know,’ said the jolly old gentleman; ‘all very natural, I + dare say—nothing unusual. Mr. Pickwick, some wine, Sir?’ Mr. Pickwick, who had been deeply investigating the interior of the pigeon-pie, readily assented. </p> <p> - ‘Emily, my dear,’ said the spinster aunt, with a patronising air, ‘don’t - talk so loud, love.’ + ‘Emily, my dear,’ said the spinster aunt, with a patronising air, ‘don’t + talk so loud, love.’ </p> <p> - ‘Lor, aunt!’ + ‘Lor, aunt!’ </p> <p> - ‘Aunt and the little old gentleman want to have it all to themselves, I - think,’ whispered Miss Isabella Wardle to her sister Emily. The young + ‘Aunt and the little old gentleman want to have it all to themselves, I + think,’ whispered Miss Isabella Wardle to her sister Emily. The young ladies laughed very heartily, and the old one tried to look amiable, but - couldn’t manage it. + couldn’t manage it. </p> <p> - ‘Young girls have such spirits,’ said Miss Wardle to Mr. Tupman, with an + ‘Young girls have such spirits,’ said Miss Wardle to Mr. Tupman, with an air of gentle commiseration, as if animal spirits were contraband, and their possession without a permit a high crime and misdemeanour. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, they have,’ replied Mr. Tupman, not exactly making the sort of reply - that was expected from him. ‘It’s quite delightful.’ + ‘Oh, they have,’ replied Mr. Tupman, not exactly making the sort of reply + that was expected from him. ‘It’s quite delightful.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hem!’ said Miss Wardle, rather dubiously. + ‘Hem!’ said Miss Wardle, rather dubiously. </p> <p> - ‘Will you permit me?’ said Mr. Tupman, in his blandest manner, touching - the enchanting Rachael’s wrist with one hand, and gently elevating the - bottle with the other. ‘Will you permit me?’ + ‘Will you permit me?’ said Mr. Tupman, in his blandest manner, touching + the enchanting Rachael’s wrist with one hand, and gently elevating the + bottle with the other. ‘Will you permit me?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, sir!’ Mr. Tupman looked most impressive; and Rachael expressed her + ‘Oh, sir!’ Mr. Tupman looked most impressive; and Rachael expressed her fear that more guns were going off, in which case, of course, she should have required support again. </p> <p> - ‘Do you think my dear nieces pretty?’ whispered their affectionate aunt to + ‘Do you think my dear nieces pretty?’ whispered their affectionate aunt to Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘I should, if their aunt wasn’t here,’ replied the ready Pickwickian, with + ‘I should, if their aunt wasn’t here,’ replied the ready Pickwickian, with a passionate glance. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you naughty man—but really, if their complexions were a little - better, don’t you think they would be nice-looking girls—by - candlelight?’ + ‘Oh, you naughty man—but really, if their complexions were a little + better, don’t you think they would be nice-looking girls—by + candlelight?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes; I think they would,’ said Mr. Tupman, with an air of indifference. + ‘Yes; I think they would,’ said Mr. Tupman, with an air of indifference. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you quiz—I know what you were going to say.’ + ‘Oh, you quiz—I know what you were going to say.’ </p> <p> - ‘What?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, who had not precisely made up his mind to say + ‘What?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, who had not precisely made up his mind to say anything at all. </p> <p> - ‘You were going to say that Isabel stoops—I know you were—you - men are such observers. Well, so she does; it can’t be denied; and, + ‘You were going to say that Isabel stoops—I know you were—you + men are such observers. Well, so she does; it can’t be denied; and, certainly, if there is one thing more than another that makes a girl look ugly it is stooping. I often tell her that when she gets a little older - she’ll be quite frightful. Well, you are a quiz!’ + she’ll be quite frightful. Well, you are a quiz!’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman had no objection to earning the reputation at so cheap a rate: so he looked very knowing, and smiled mysteriously. </p> <p> - ‘What a sarcastic smile,’ said the admiring Rachael; ‘I declare I’m quite - afraid of you.’ + ‘What a sarcastic smile,’ said the admiring Rachael; ‘I declare I’m quite + afraid of you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Afraid of me!’ + ‘Afraid of me!’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you can’t disguise anything from me—I know what that smile - means very well.’ + ‘Oh, you can’t disguise anything from me—I know what that smile + means very well.’ </p> <p> - ‘What?’ said Mr. Tupman, who had not the slightest notion himself. + ‘What?’ said Mr. Tupman, who had not the slightest notion himself. </p> <p> - ‘You mean,’ said the amiable aunt, sinking her voice still lower—‘you - mean, that you don’t think Isabella’s stooping is as bad as Emily’s + ‘You mean,’ said the amiable aunt, sinking her voice still lower—‘you + mean, that you don’t think Isabella’s stooping is as bad as Emily’s boldness. Well, she is bold! You cannot think how wretched it makes me - sometimes—I’m sure I cry about it for hours together—my dear + sometimes—I’m sure I cry about it for hours together—my dear brother is <i>so</i> good, and so unsuspicious, that he never sees it; if - he did, I’m quite certain it would break his heart. I wish I could think - it was only manner—I hope it may be—’ (Here the affectionate + he did, I’m quite certain it would break his heart. I wish I could think + it was only manner—I hope it may be—’ (Here the affectionate relative heaved a deep sigh, and shook her head despondingly). </p> <p> - ‘I’m sure aunt’s talking about us,’ whispered Miss Emily Wardle to her - sister—‘I’m quite certain of it—she looks so malicious.’ + ‘I’m sure aunt’s talking about us,’ whispered Miss Emily Wardle to her + sister—‘I’m quite certain of it—she looks so malicious.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is she?’ replied Isabella.—‘Hem! aunt, dear!’ + ‘Is she?’ replied Isabella.—‘Hem! aunt, dear!’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, my dear love!’ + ‘Yes, my dear love!’ </p> <p> - ‘I’m <i>so</i> afraid you’ll catch cold, aunt—have a silk - handkerchief to tie round your dear old head—you really should take - care of yourself—consider your age!’ + ‘I’m <i>so</i> afraid you’ll catch cold, aunt—have a silk + handkerchief to tie round your dear old head—you really should take + care of yourself—consider your age!’ </p> <p> However well deserved this piece of retaliation might have been, it was as vindictive a one as could well have been resorted to. There is no guessing - in what form of reply the aunt’s indignation would have vented itself, had + in what form of reply the aunt’s indignation would have vented itself, had not Mr. Wardle unconsciously changed the subject, by calling emphatically for Joe. </p> <p> - ‘Damn that boy,’ said the old gentleman, ‘he’s gone to sleep again.’ + ‘Damn that boy,’ said the old gentleman, ‘he’s gone to sleep again.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very extraordinary boy, that,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘does he always sleep - in this way?’ + ‘Very extraordinary boy, that,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘does he always sleep + in this way?’ </p> <p> - ‘Sleep!’ said the old gentleman, ‘he’s always asleep. Goes on errands fast - asleep, and snores as he waits at table.’ + ‘Sleep!’ said the old gentleman, ‘he’s always asleep. Goes on errands fast + asleep, and snores as he waits at table.’ </p> <p> - ‘How very odd!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘How very odd!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! odd indeed,’ returned the old gentleman; ‘I’m proud of that boy—wouldn’t - part with him on any account—he’s a natural curiosity! Here, Joe—Joe—take - these things away, and open another bottle—d’ye hear?’ + ‘Ah! odd indeed,’ returned the old gentleman; ‘I’m proud of that boy—wouldn’t + part with him on any account—he’s a natural curiosity! Here, Joe—Joe—take + these things away, and open another bottle—d’ye hear?’ </p> <p> The fat boy rose, opened his eyes, swallowed the huge piece of pie he had been in the act of masticating when he last fell asleep, and slowly obeyed - his master’s orders—gloating languidly over the remains of the + his master’s orders—gloating languidly over the remains of the feast, as he removed the plates, and deposited them in the hamper. The fresh bottle was produced, and speedily emptied: the hamper was made fast - in its old place—the fat boy once more mounted the box—the - spectacles and pocket-glass were again adjusted—and the evolutions + in its old place—the fat boy once more mounted the box—the + spectacles and pocket-glass were again adjusted—and the evolutions of the military recommenced. There was a great fizzing and banging of - guns, and starting of ladies—and then a mine was sprung, to the - gratification of everybody—and when the mine had gone off, the + guns, and starting of ladies—and then a mine was sprung, to the + gratification of everybody—and when the mine had gone off, the military and the company followed its example, and went off too. </p> <p> - ‘Now, mind,’ said the old gentleman, as he shook hands with Mr. Pickwick + ‘Now, mind,’ said the old gentleman, as he shook hands with Mr. Pickwick at the conclusion of a conversation which had been carried on at - intervals, during the conclusion of the proceedings, ‘we shall see you all - to-morrow.’ + intervals, during the conclusion of the proceedings, ‘we shall see you all + to-morrow.’ </p> <p> - ‘Most certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Most certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘You have got the address?’ + ‘You have got the address?’ </p> <p> - ‘Manor Farm, Dingley Dell,’ said Mr. Pickwick, consulting his pocket-book. + ‘Manor Farm, Dingley Dell,’ said Mr. Pickwick, consulting his pocket-book. </p> <p> - ‘That’s it,’ said the old gentleman. ‘I don’t let you off, mind, under a - week; and undertake that you shall see everything worth seeing. If you’ve - come down for a country life, come to me, and I’ll give you plenty of it. - Joe—damn that boy, he’s gone to sleep again—Joe, help Tom put - in the horses.’ + ‘That’s it,’ said the old gentleman. ‘I don’t let you off, mind, under a + week; and undertake that you shall see everything worth seeing. If you’ve + come down for a country life, come to me, and I’ll give you plenty of it. + Joe—damn that boy, he’s gone to sleep again—Joe, help Tom put + in the horses.’ </p> <p> - The horses were put in—the driver mounted—the fat boy - clambered up by his side—farewells were exchanged—and the + The horses were put in—the driver mounted—the fat boy + clambered up by his side—farewells were exchanged—and the carriage rattled off. As the Pickwickians turned round to take a last glimpse of it, the setting sun cast a rich glow on the faces of their entertainers, and fell upon the form of the fat boy. His head was sunk @@ -3418,7 +3350,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER V. A SHORT ONE—SHOWING, AMONG OTHER MATTERS, HOW Mr. + CHAPTER V. A SHORT ONE—SHOWING, AMONG OTHER MATTERS, HOW Mr. PICKWICK UNDERTOOK TO DRIVE, AND MR. WINKLE TO RIDE, AND HOW THEY BOTH DID IT </h2> @@ -3455,82 +3387,82 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger shoulder. He turned round: and the dismal man was at his side. </p> <p> - ‘Contemplating the scene?’ inquired the dismal man. + ‘Contemplating the scene?’ inquired the dismal man. </p> <p> - ‘I was,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I was,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘And congratulating yourself on being up so soon?’ + ‘And congratulating yourself on being up so soon?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick nodded assent. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! people need to rise early, to see the sun in all his splendour, for + ‘Ah! people need to rise early, to see the sun in all his splendour, for his brightness seldom lasts the day through. The morning of day and the - morning of life are but too much alike.’ + morning of life are but too much alike.’ </p> <p> - ‘You speak truly, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You speak truly, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘How common the saying,’ continued the dismal man, ‘“The morning’s too - fine to last.” How well might it be applied to our everyday existence. + ‘How common the saying,’ continued the dismal man, ‘“The morning’s too + fine to last.” How well might it be applied to our everyday existence. God! what would I forfeit to have the days of my childhood restored, or to - be able to forget them for ever!’ + be able to forget them for ever!’ </p> <p> - ‘You have seen much trouble, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick compassionately. + ‘You have seen much trouble, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick compassionately. </p> <p> - ‘I have,’ said the dismal man hurriedly; ‘I have. More than those who see - me now would believe possible.’ He paused for an instant, and then said - abruptly— + ‘I have,’ said the dismal man hurriedly; ‘I have. More than those who see + me now would believe possible.’ He paused for an instant, and then said + abruptly— </p> <p> - ‘Did it ever strike you, on such a morning as this, that drowning would be - happiness and peace?’ + ‘Did it ever strike you, on such a morning as this, that drowning would be + happiness and peace?’ </p> <p> - ‘God bless me, no!’ replied Mr. Pickwick, edging a little from the - balustrade, as the possibility of the dismal man’s tipping him over, by + ‘God bless me, no!’ replied Mr. Pickwick, edging a little from the + balustrade, as the possibility of the dismal man’s tipping him over, by way of experiment, occurred to him rather forcibly. </p> <p> - ‘I have thought so, often,’ said the dismal man, without noticing the - action. ‘The calm, cool water seems to me to murmur an invitation to + ‘I have thought so, often,’ said the dismal man, without noticing the + action. ‘The calm, cool water seems to me to murmur an invitation to repose and rest. A bound, a splash, a brief struggle; there is an eddy for an instant, it gradually subsides into a gentle ripple; the waters have closed above your head, and the world has closed upon your miseries and - misfortunes for ever.’ The sunken eye of the dismal man flashed brightly + misfortunes for ever.’ The sunken eye of the dismal man flashed brightly as he spoke, but the momentary excitement quickly subsided; and he turned - calmly away, as he said— + calmly away, as he said— </p> <p> - ‘There—enough of that. I wish to see you on another subject. You + ‘There—enough of that. I wish to see you on another subject. You invited me to read that paper, the night before last, and listened - attentively while I did so.’ + attentively while I did so.’ </p> <p> - ‘I did,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘and I certainly thought—’ + ‘I did,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘and I certainly thought—’ </p> <p> - ‘I asked for no opinion,’ said the dismal man, interrupting him, ‘and I + ‘I asked for no opinion,’ said the dismal man, interrupting him, ‘and I want none. You are travelling for amusement and instruction. Suppose I - forward you a curious manuscript—observe, not curious because wild - or improbable, but curious as a leaf from the romance of real life—would - you communicate it to the club, of which you have spoken so frequently?’ + forward you a curious manuscript—observe, not curious because wild + or improbable, but curious as a leaf from the romance of real life—would + you communicate it to the club, of which you have spoken so frequently?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘if you wished it; and it would be - entered on their transactions.’ + ‘Certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘if you wished it; and it would be + entered on their transactions.’ </p> <p> - ‘You shall have it,’ replied the dismal man. ‘Your address;’ and, Mr. + ‘You shall have it,’ replied the dismal man. ‘Your address;’ and, Mr. Pickwick having communicated their probable route, the dismal man carefully noted it down in a greasy pocket-book, and, resisting Mr. - Pickwick’s pressing invitation to breakfast, left that gentleman at his + Pickwick’s pressing invitation to breakfast, left that gentleman at his inn, and walked slowly away. </p> <p> @@ -3541,49 +3473,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to the excellence of the fare, and the appetites of its consumers. </p> <p> - ‘Now, about Manor Farm,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘How shall we go?’ + ‘Now, about Manor Farm,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘How shall we go?’ </p> <p> - ‘We had better consult the waiter, perhaps,’ said Mr. Tupman; and the + ‘We had better consult the waiter, perhaps,’ said Mr. Tupman; and the waiter was summoned accordingly. </p> <p> - ‘Dingley Dell, gentlemen—fifteen miles, gentlemen—cross road—post-chaise, - sir?’ + ‘Dingley Dell, gentlemen—fifteen miles, gentlemen—cross road—post-chaise, + sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Post-chaise won’t hold more than two,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Post-chaise won’t hold more than two,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘True, sir—beg your pardon, sir.—Very nice four-wheel chaise, - sir—seat for two behind—one in front for the gentleman that - drives—oh! beg your pardon, sir—that’ll only hold three.’ + ‘True, sir—beg your pardon, sir.—Very nice four-wheel chaise, + sir—seat for two behind—one in front for the gentleman that + drives—oh! beg your pardon, sir—that’ll only hold three.’ </p> <p> - ‘What’s to be done?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘What’s to be done?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps one of the gentlemen would like to ride, sir?’ suggested the - waiter, looking towards Mr. Winkle; ‘very good saddle-horses, sir—any - of Mr. Wardle’s men coming to Rochester, bring ‘em back, Sir.’ + ‘Perhaps one of the gentlemen would like to ride, sir?’ suggested the + waiter, looking towards Mr. Winkle; ‘very good saddle-horses, sir—any + of Mr. Wardle’s men coming to Rochester, bring ‘em back, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘The very thing,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Winkle, will you go on horseback?’ + ‘The very thing,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Winkle, will you go on horseback?’ </p> <p> Now Mr. Winkle did entertain considerable misgivings in the very lowest recesses of his own heart, relative to his equestrian skill; but, as he would not have them even suspected, on any account, he at once replied - with great hardihood, ‘Certainly. I should enjoy it of all things.’ + with great hardihood, ‘Certainly. I should enjoy it of all things.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle had rushed upon his fate; there was no resource. </p> <p> - ‘Let them be at the door by eleven,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Let them be at the door by eleven,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Very well, sir,’ replied the waiter. + ‘Very well, sir,’ replied the waiter. </p> <p> The waiter retired; the breakfast concluded; and the travellers ascended @@ -3593,7 +3525,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Pickwick had made his preliminary arrangements, and was looking over the coffee-room blinds at the passengers in the street, when the waiter - entered, and announced that the chaise was ready—an announcement + entered, and announced that the chaise was ready—an announcement which the vehicle itself confirmed, by forthwith appearing before the coffee-room blinds aforesaid. </p> @@ -3601,34 +3533,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger It was a curious little green box on four wheels, with a low place like a wine-bin for two behind, and an elevated perch for one in front, drawn by an immense brown horse, displaying great symmetry of bone. An hostler - stood near, holding by the bridle another immense horse—apparently a - near relative of the animal in the chaise—ready saddled for Mr. + stood near, holding by the bridle another immense horse—apparently a + near relative of the animal in the chaise—ready saddled for Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Bless my soul!’ said Mr. Pickwick, as they stood upon the pavement while - the coats were being put in. ‘Bless my soul! who’s to drive? I never - thought of that.’ + ‘Bless my soul!’ said Mr. Pickwick, as they stood upon the pavement while + the coats were being put in. ‘Bless my soul! who’s to drive? I never + thought of that.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh! you, of course,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Oh! you, of course,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Of course,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Of course,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘I!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Not the slightest fear, Sir,’ interposed the hostler. ‘Warrant him quiet, - Sir; a hinfant in arms might drive him.’ + ‘Not the slightest fear, Sir,’ interposed the hostler. ‘Warrant him quiet, + Sir; a hinfant in arms might drive him.’ </p> <p> - ‘He don’t shy, does he?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘He don’t shy, does he?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Shy, sir?-he wouldn’t shy if he was to meet a vagin-load of monkeys with - their tails burned off.’ + ‘Shy, sir?-he wouldn’t shy if he was to meet a vagin-load of monkeys with + their tails burned off.’ </p> <p> The last recommendation was indisputable. Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass got @@ -3636,31 +3568,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger on a floor-clothed shelf, erected beneath it for that purpose. </p> <p> - ‘Now, shiny Villiam,’ said the hostler to the deputy hostler, ‘give the - gen’lm’n the ribbons.’ + ‘Now, shiny Villiam,’ said the hostler to the deputy hostler, ‘give the + gen’lm’n the ribbons.’ </p> <p> - Shiny Villiam’—so called, probably, from his sleek hair and oily - countenance—placed the reins in Mr. Pickwick’s left hand; and the + Shiny Villiam’—so called, probably, from his sleek hair and oily + countenance—placed the reins in Mr. Pickwick’s left hand; and the upper hostler thrust a whip into his right. </p> <p> - ‘Wo-o!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, as the tall quadruped evinced a decided + ‘Wo-o!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, as the tall quadruped evinced a decided inclination to back into the coffee-room window. </p> <p> - ‘Wo-o!’ echoed Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass, from the bin. + ‘Wo-o!’ echoed Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass, from the bin. </p> <p> - ‘Only his playfulness, gen’lm’n,’ said the head hostler encouragingly; - ‘jist kitch hold on him, Villiam.’ The deputy restrained the animal’s + ‘Only his playfulness, gen’lm’n,’ said the head hostler encouragingly; + ‘jist kitch hold on him, Villiam.’ The deputy restrained the animal’s impetuosity, and the principal ran to assist Mr. Winkle in mounting. </p> <p> - ‘T’other side, sir, if you please.’ + ‘T’other side, sir, if you please.’ </p> <p> - ‘Blowed if the gen’lm’n worn’t a-gettin’ up on the wrong side,’ whispered + ‘Blowed if the gen’lm’n worn’t a-gettin’ up on the wrong side,’ whispered a grinning post-boy to the inexpressibly gratified waiter. </p> <p> @@ -3669,25 +3601,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger first-rate man-of-war. </p> <p> - ‘All right?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, with an inward presentiment that it + ‘All right?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, with an inward presentiment that it was all wrong. </p> <p> - ‘All right,’ replied Mr. Winkle faintly. + ‘All right,’ replied Mr. Winkle faintly. </p> <p> - ‘Let ‘em go,’ cried the hostler.—‘Hold him in, sir;’ and away went + ‘Let ‘em go,’ cried the hostler.—‘Hold him in, sir;’ and away went the chaise, and the saddle-horse, with Mr. Pickwick on the box of the one, and Mr. Winkle on the back of the other, to the delight and gratification of the whole inn-yard. </p> <p> - ‘What makes him go sideways?’ said Mr. Snodgrass in the bin, to Mr. Winkle + ‘What makes him go sideways?’ said Mr. Snodgrass in the bin, to Mr. Winkle in the saddle. </p> <p> - ‘I can’t imagine,’ replied Mr. Winkle. His horse was drifting up the - street in the most mysterious manner—side first, with his head + ‘I can’t imagine,’ replied Mr. Winkle. His horse was drifting up the + street in the most mysterious manner—side first, with his head towards one side of the way, and his tail towards the other. </p> <p> @@ -3704,22 +3636,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger impossible to control. </p> <p> - ‘What <i>can</i> he mean by this?’ said Mr. Snodgrass, when the horse had + ‘What <i>can</i> he mean by this?’ said Mr. Snodgrass, when the horse had executed this manoeuvre for the twentieth time. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know,’ replied Mr. Tupman; ‘it looks very like shying, don’t it?’ + ‘I don’t know,’ replied Mr. Tupman; ‘it looks very like shying, don’t it?’ Mr. Snodgrass was about to reply, when he was interrupted by a shout from Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Woo!’ said that gentleman; ‘I have dropped my whip.’ + ‘Woo!’ said that gentleman; ‘I have dropped my whip.’ </p> <p> - ‘Winkle,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, as the equestrian came trotting up on the + ‘Winkle,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, as the equestrian came trotting up on the tall horse, with his hat over his ears, and shaking all over, as if he - would shake to pieces, with the violence of the exercise, ‘pick up the - whip, there’s a good fellow.’ Mr. Winkle pulled at the bridle of the tall + would shake to pieces, with the violence of the exercise, ‘pick up the + whip, there’s a good fellow.’ Mr. Winkle pulled at the bridle of the tall horse till he was black in the face; and having at length succeeded in stopping him, dismounted, handed the whip to Mr. Pickwick, and grasping the reins, prepared to remount. @@ -3741,30 +3673,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger darted backwards to their full length. </p> <p> - ‘Poor fellow,’ said Mr. Winkle soothingly—‘poor fellow—good - old horse.’ The ‘poor fellow’ was proof against flattery; the more Mr. + ‘Poor fellow,’ said Mr. Winkle soothingly—‘poor fellow—good + old horse.’ The ‘poor fellow’ was proof against flattery; the more Mr. Winkle tried to get nearer him, the more he sidled away; and, notwithstanding all kinds of coaxing and wheedling, there were Mr. Winkle and the horse going round and round each other for ten minutes, at the end of which time each was at precisely the same distance from the other as - when they first commenced—an unsatisfactory sort of thing under any + when they first commenced—an unsatisfactory sort of thing under any circumstances, but particularly so in a lonely road, where no assistance can be procured. </p> <p> - ‘What am I to do?’ shouted Mr. Winkle, after the dodging had been - prolonged for a considerable time. ‘What am I to do? I can’t get on him.’ + ‘What am I to do?’ shouted Mr. Winkle, after the dodging had been + prolonged for a considerable time. ‘What am I to do? I can’t get on him.’ </p> <p> - ‘You had better lead him till we come to a turnpike,’ replied Mr. Pickwick + ‘You had better lead him till we come to a turnpike,’ replied Mr. Pickwick from the chaise. </p> <p> - ‘But he won’t come!’ roared Mr. Winkle. ‘Do come and hold him.’ + ‘But he won’t come!’ roared Mr. Winkle. ‘Do come and hold him.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick was the very personation of kindness and humanity: he threw - the reins on the horse’s back, and having descended from his seat, + the reins on the horse’s back, and having descended from his seat, carefully drew the chaise into the hedge, lest anything should come along the road, and stepped back to the assistance of his distressed companion, leaving Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass in the vehicle. @@ -3785,8 +3717,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger at a little distance attracted their attention. They looked up. </p> <p> - ‘Bless my soul!’ exclaimed the agonised Mr. Pickwick; ‘there’s the other - horse running away!’ + ‘Bless my soul!’ exclaimed the agonised Mr. Pickwick; ‘there’s the other + horse running away!’ </p> <p> It was but too true. The animal was startled by the noise, and the reins @@ -3794,13 +3726,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger four-wheeled chaise behind him, and Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass in the four-wheeled chaise. The heat was a short one. Mr. Tupman threw himself into the hedge, Mr. Snodgrass followed his example, the horse dashed the - four—wheeled chaise against a wooden bridge, separated the wheels + four—wheeled chaise against a wooden bridge, separated the wheels from the body, and the bin from the perch; and finally stood stock still to gaze upon the ruin he had made. </p> <p> The first care of the two unspilt friends was to extricate their - unfortunate companions from their bed of quickset—a process which + unfortunate companions from their bed of quickset—a process which gave them the unspeakable satisfaction of discovering that they had sustained no injury, beyond sundry rents in their garments, and various lacerations from the brambles. The next thing to be done was to unharness @@ -3809,97 +3741,97 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger its fate. </p> <p> - An hour’s walk brought the travellers to a little road-side public-house, + An hour’s walk brought the travellers to a little road-side public-house, with two elm-trees, a horse trough, and a signpost, in front; one or two deformed hay-ricks behind, a kitchen garden at the side, and rotten sheds and mouldering outhouses jumbled in strange confusion all about it. A red-headed man was working in the garden; and to him Mr. Pickwick called - lustily, ‘Hollo there!’ + lustily, ‘Hollo there!’ </p> <p> The red-headed man raised his body, shaded his eyes with his hand, and stared, long and coolly, at Mr. Pickwick and his companions. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo there!’ repeated Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Hollo there!’ repeated Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ was the red-headed man’s reply. + ‘Hollo!’ was the red-headed man’s reply. </p> <p> - ‘How far is it to Dingley Dell?’ + ‘How far is it to Dingley Dell?’ </p> <p> - ‘Better er seven mile.’ + ‘Better er seven mile.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is it a good road?’ + ‘Is it a good road?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, ‘tain’t.’ Having uttered this brief reply, and apparently satisfied - himself with another scrutiny, the red-headed man resumed his work. ‘We - want to put this horse up here,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I suppose we can, - can’t we?’ + ‘No, ‘tain’t.’ Having uttered this brief reply, and apparently satisfied + himself with another scrutiny, the red-headed man resumed his work. ‘We + want to put this horse up here,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I suppose we can, + can’t we?’ </p> <p> - Want to put that ere horse up, do ee?’ repeated the red-headed man, + Want to put that ere horse up, do ee?’ repeated the red-headed man, leaning on his spade. </p> <p> - ‘Of course,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, who had by this time advanced, horse in + ‘Of course,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, who had by this time advanced, horse in hand, to the garden rails. </p> <p> - ‘Missus’—roared the man with the red head, emerging from the garden, - and looking very hard at the horse—‘missus!’ + ‘Missus’—roared the man with the red head, emerging from the garden, + and looking very hard at the horse—‘missus!’ </p> <p> - A tall, bony woman—straight all the way down—in a coarse, blue + A tall, bony woman—straight all the way down—in a coarse, blue pelisse, with the waist an inch or two below her arm-pits, responded to the call. </p> <p> - ‘Can we put this horse up here, my good woman?’ said Mr. Tupman, + ‘Can we put this horse up here, my good woman?’ said Mr. Tupman, advancing, and speaking in his most seductive tones. The woman looked very hard at the whole party; and the red-headed man whispered something in her ear. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ replied the woman, after a little consideration, ‘I’m afeerd on it.’ + ‘No,’ replied the woman, after a little consideration, ‘I’m afeerd on it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Afraid!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, ‘what’s the woman afraid of?’ + ‘Afraid!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, ‘what’s the woman afraid of?’ </p> <p> - ‘It got us in trouble last time,’ said the woman, turning into the house; - ‘I woan’t have nothin’ to say to ‘un.’ + ‘It got us in trouble last time,’ said the woman, turning into the house; + ‘I woan’t have nothin’ to say to ‘un.’ </p> <p> - ‘Most extraordinary thing I have ever met with in my life,’ said the + ‘Most extraordinary thing I have ever met with in my life,’ said the astonished Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I—I—really believe,’ whispered Mr. Winkle, as his friends - gathered round him, ‘that they think we have come by this horse in some - dishonest manner.’ + ‘I—I—really believe,’ whispered Mr. Winkle, as his friends + gathered round him, ‘that they think we have come by this horse in some + dishonest manner.’ </p> <p> - ‘What!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, in a storm of indignation. Mr. Winkle + ‘What!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, in a storm of indignation. Mr. Winkle modestly repeated his suggestion. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo, you fellow,’ said the angry Mr. Pickwick, ‘do you think we stole - the horse?’ + ‘Hollo, you fellow,’ said the angry Mr. Pickwick, ‘do you think we stole + the horse?’ </p> <p> - ‘I’m sure ye did,’ replied the red-headed man, with a grin which agitated + ‘I’m sure ye did,’ replied the red-headed man, with a grin which agitated his countenance from one auricular organ to the other. Saying which he turned into the house and banged the door after him. </p> <p> - ‘It’s like a dream,’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, ‘a hideous dream. The idea - of a man’s walking about all day with a dreadful horse that he can’t get - rid of!’ The depressed Pickwickians turned moodily away, with the tall + ‘It’s like a dream,’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, ‘a hideous dream. The idea + of a man’s walking about all day with a dreadful horse that he can’t get + rid of!’ The depressed Pickwickians turned moodily away, with the tall quadruped, for which they all felt the most unmitigated disgust, following slowly at their heels. </p> @@ -3920,24 +3852,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger It was Mr. Wardle, and his faithful attendant, the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘Why, where have you been?’ said the hospitable old gentleman; ‘I’ve been + ‘Why, where have you been?’ said the hospitable old gentleman; ‘I’ve been waiting for you all day. Well, you <i>do</i> look tired. What! Scratches! - Not hurt, I hope—eh? Well, I <i>am</i> glad to hear that—very. - So you’ve been spilt, eh? Never mind. Common accident in these parts. Joe—he’s - asleep again!—Joe, take that horse from the gentlemen, and lead it - into the stable.’ + Not hurt, I hope—eh? Well, I <i>am</i> glad to hear that—very. + So you’ve been spilt, eh? Never mind. Common accident in these parts. Joe—he’s + asleep again!—Joe, take that horse from the gentlemen, and lead it + into the stable.’ </p> <p> The fat boy sauntered heavily behind them with the animal; and the old gentleman, condoling with his guests in homely phrase on so much of the - day’s adventures as they thought proper to communicate, led the way to the + day’s adventures as they thought proper to communicate, led the way to the kitchen. </p> <p> - ‘We’ll have you put to rights here,’ said the old gentleman, ‘and then - I’ll introduce you to the people in the parlour. Emma, bring out the + ‘We’ll have you put to rights here,’ said the old gentleman, ‘and then + I’ll introduce you to the people in the parlour. Emma, bring out the cherry brandy; now, Jane, a needle and thread here; towels and water, - Mary. Come, girls, bustle about.’ + Mary. Come, girls, bustle about.’ </p> <p> Three or four buxom girls speedily dispersed in search of the different @@ -3948,7 +3880,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger speedily produced a bottle of blacking, and some half-dozen brushes. </p> <p> - ‘Bustle!’ said the old gentleman again, but the admonition was quite + ‘Bustle!’ said the old gentleman again, but the admonition was quite unnecessary, for one of the girls poured out the cherry brandy, and another brought in the towels, and one of the men suddenly seizing Mr. Pickwick by the leg, at imminent hazard of throwing him off his balance, @@ -3964,28 +3896,28 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger brick floor and a capacious chimney; the ceiling garnished with hams, sides of bacon, and ropes of onions. The walls were decorated with several hunting-whips, two or three bridles, a saddle, and an old rusty - blunderbuss, with an inscription below it, intimating that it was ‘Loaded’—as + blunderbuss, with an inscription below it, intimating that it was ‘Loaded’—as it had been, on the same authority, for half a century at least. An old eight-day clock, of solemn and sedate demeanour, ticked gravely in one corner; and a silver watch, of equal antiquity, dangled from one of the many hooks which ornamented the dresser. </p> <p> - ‘Ready?’ said the old gentleman inquiringly, when his guests had been + ‘Ready?’ said the old gentleman inquiringly, when his guests had been washed, mended, brushed, and brandied. </p> <p> - ‘Quite,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Quite,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Come along, then;’ and the party having traversed several dark passages, + ‘Come along, then;’ and the party having traversed several dark passages, and being joined by Mr. Tupman, who had lingered behind to snatch a kiss from Emma, for which he had been duly rewarded with sundry pushings and scratchings, arrived at the parlour door. </p> <p> - ‘Welcome,’ said their hospitable host, throwing it open and stepping - forward to announce them, ‘welcome, gentlemen, to Manor Farm.’ + ‘Welcome,’ said their hospitable host, throwing it open and stepping + forward to announce them, ‘welcome, gentlemen, to Manor Farm.’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> @@ -3995,8 +3927,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER VI. AN OLD-FASHIONED CARD-PARTY—THE CLERGYMAN’S VERSES—THE - STORY OF THE CONVICT’S RETURN + CHAPTER VI. AN OLD-FASHIONED CARD-PARTY—THE CLERGYMAN’S VERSES—THE + STORY OF THE CONVICT’S RETURN </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>everal guests who @@ -4004,12 +3936,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger friends upon their entrance; and during the performance of the ceremony of introduction, with all due formalities, Mr. Pickwick had leisure to observe the appearance, and speculate upon the characters and pursuits, of - the persons by whom he was surrounded—a habit in which he, in common + the persons by whom he was surrounded—a habit in which he, in common with many other great men, delighted to indulge. </p> <p> - A very old lady, in a lofty cap and faded silk gown—no less a - personage than Mr. Wardle’s mother—occupied the post of honour on + A very old lady, in a lofty cap and faded silk gown—no less a + personage than Mr. Wardle’s mother—occupied the post of honour on the right-hand corner of the chimney-piece; and various certificates of her having been brought up in the way she should go when young, and of her not having departed from it when old, ornamented the walls, in the form of @@ -4020,10 +3952,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger one holding her ear-trumpet, another an orange, and a third a smelling-bottle, while a fourth was busily engaged in patting and punching the pillows which were arranged for her support. On the opposite side sat - a bald-headed old gentleman, with a good-humoured, benevolent face—the + a bald-headed old gentleman, with a good-humoured, benevolent face—the clergyman of Dingley Dell; and next him sat his wife, a stout, blooming old lady, who looked as if she were well skilled, not only in the art and - mystery of manufacturing home-made cordials greatly to other people’s + mystery of manufacturing home-made cordials greatly to other people’s satisfaction, but of tasting them occasionally very much to her own. A little hard-headed, Ripstone pippin-faced man, was conversing with a fat old gentleman in one corner; and two or three more old gentlemen, and two @@ -4031,121 +3963,121 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger staring very hard at Mr. Pickwick and his fellow-voyagers. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick, mother,’ said Mr. Wardle, at the very top of his voice. + ‘Mr. Pickwick, mother,’ said Mr. Wardle, at the very top of his voice. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said the old lady, shaking her head; ‘I can’t hear you.’ + ‘Ah!’ said the old lady, shaking her head; ‘I can’t hear you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick, grandma!’ screamed both the young ladies together. + ‘Mr. Pickwick, grandma!’ screamed both the young ladies together. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ exclaimed the old lady. ‘Well, it don’t much matter. He don’t care - for an old ‘ooman like me, I dare say.’ + ‘Ah!’ exclaimed the old lady. ‘Well, it don’t much matter. He don’t care + for an old ‘ooman like me, I dare say.’ </p> <p> - ‘I assure you, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, grasping the old lady’s hand, + ‘I assure you, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, grasping the old lady’s hand, and speaking so loud that the exertion imparted a crimson hue to his - benevolent countenance—‘I assure you, ma’am, that nothing delights + benevolent countenance—‘I assure you, ma’am, that nothing delights me more than to see a lady of your time of life heading so fine a family, - and looking so young and well.’ + and looking so young and well.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said the old lady, after a short pause: ‘it’s all very fine, I dare - say; but I can’t hear him.’ + ‘Ah!’ said the old lady, after a short pause: ‘it’s all very fine, I dare + say; but I can’t hear him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Grandma’s rather put out now,’ said Miss Isabella Wardle, in a low tone; - ‘but she’ll talk to you presently.’ + ‘Grandma’s rather put out now,’ said Miss Isabella Wardle, in a low tone; + ‘but she’ll talk to you presently.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick nodded his readiness to humour the infirmities of age, and entered into a general conversation with the other members of the circle. </p> <p> - ‘Delightful situation this,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Delightful situation this,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Delightful!’ echoed Messrs. Snodgrass, Tupman, and Winkle. + ‘Delightful!’ echoed Messrs. Snodgrass, Tupman, and Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I think it is,’ said Mr. Wardle. + ‘Well, I think it is,’ said Mr. Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘There ain’t a better spot o’ ground in all Kent, sir,’ said the - hard-headed man with the pippin—face; ‘there ain’t indeed, sir—I’m - sure there ain’t, Sir.’ The hard-headed man looked triumphantly round, as + ‘There ain’t a better spot o’ ground in all Kent, sir,’ said the + hard-headed man with the pippin—face; ‘there ain’t indeed, sir—I’m + sure there ain’t, Sir.’ The hard-headed man looked triumphantly round, as if he had been very much contradicted by somebody, but had got the better of him at last. </p> <p> - ‘There ain’t a better spot o’ ground in all Kent,’ said the hard-headed + ‘There ain’t a better spot o’ ground in all Kent,’ said the hard-headed man again, after a pause. </p> <p> - ‘’Cept Mullins’s Meadows,’ observed the fat man solemnly. + ‘’Cept Mullins’s Meadows,’ observed the fat man solemnly. </p> <p> - ‘Mullins’s Meadows!’ ejaculated the other, with profound contempt. + ‘Mullins’s Meadows!’ ejaculated the other, with profound contempt. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, Mullins’s Meadows,’ repeated the fat man. + ‘Ah, Mullins’s Meadows,’ repeated the fat man. </p> <p> - ‘Reg’lar good land that,’ interposed another fat man. + ‘Reg’lar good land that,’ interposed another fat man. </p> <p> - ‘And so it is, sure-ly,’ said a third fat man. + ‘And so it is, sure-ly,’ said a third fat man. </p> <p> - ‘Everybody knows that,’ said the corpulent host. + ‘Everybody knows that,’ said the corpulent host. </p> <p> The hard-headed man looked dubiously round, but finding himself in a minority, assumed a compassionate air and said no more. </p> <p> - ‘What are they talking about?’ inquired the old lady of one of her + ‘What are they talking about?’ inquired the old lady of one of her granddaughters, in a very audible voice; for, like many deaf people, she never seemed to calculate on the possibility of other persons hearing what she said herself. </p> <p> - ‘About the land, grandma.’ + ‘About the land, grandma.’ </p> <p> - ‘What about the land?—Nothing the matter, is there?’ + ‘What about the land?—Nothing the matter, is there?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no. Mr. Miller was saying our land was better than Mullins’s - Meadows.’ + ‘No, no. Mr. Miller was saying our land was better than Mullins’s + Meadows.’ </p> <p> - ‘How should he know anything about it?’ inquired the old lady indignantly. - ‘Miller’s a conceited coxcomb, and you may tell him I said so.’ Saying + ‘How should he know anything about it?’ inquired the old lady indignantly. + ‘Miller’s a conceited coxcomb, and you may tell him I said so.’ Saying which, the old lady, quite unconscious that she had spoken above a whisper, drew herself up, and looked carving-knives at the hard-headed delinquent. </p> <p> - ‘Come, come,’ said the bustling host, with a natural anxiety to change the - conversation, ‘what say you to a rubber, Mr. Pickwick?’ + ‘Come, come,’ said the bustling host, with a natural anxiety to change the + conversation, ‘what say you to a rubber, Mr. Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - ‘I should like it of all things,’ replied that gentleman; ‘but pray don’t - make up one on my account.’ + ‘I should like it of all things,’ replied that gentleman; ‘but pray don’t + make up one on my account.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I assure you, mother’s very fond of a rubber,’ said Mr. Wardle; - ‘ain’t you, mother?’ + ‘Oh, I assure you, mother’s very fond of a rubber,’ said Mr. Wardle; + ‘ain’t you, mother?’ </p> <p> The old lady, who was much less deaf on this subject than on any other, replied in the affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘Joe, Joe!’ said the gentleman; ‘Joe—damn that—oh, here he is; - put out the card-tables.’ + ‘Joe, Joe!’ said the gentleman; ‘Joe—damn that—oh, here he is; + put out the card-tables.’ </p> <p> The lethargic youth contrived without any additional rousing to set out @@ -4155,8 +4087,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> The rubber was conducted with all that gravity of deportment and - sedateness of demeanour which befit the pursuit entitled ‘whist’—a - solemn observance, to which, as it appears to us, the title of ‘game’ has + sedateness of demeanour which befit the pursuit entitled ‘whist’—a + solemn observance, to which, as it appears to us, the title of ‘game’ has been very irreverently and ignominiously applied. The round-game table, on the other hand, was so boisterously merry as materially to interrupt the contemplations of Mr. Miller, who, not being quite so much absorbed as he @@ -4166,59 +4098,59 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger proportionate degree. </p> <p> - ‘There!’ said the criminal Miller triumphantly, as he took up the odd - trick at the conclusion of a hand; ‘that could not have been played - better, I flatter myself; impossible to have made another trick!’ + ‘There!’ said the criminal Miller triumphantly, as he took up the odd + trick at the conclusion of a hand; ‘that could not have been played + better, I flatter myself; impossible to have made another trick!’ </p> <p> - ‘Miller ought to have trumped the diamond, oughtn’t he, Sir?’ said the old + ‘Miller ought to have trumped the diamond, oughtn’t he, Sir?’ said the old lady. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick nodded assent. </p> <p> - ‘Ought I, though?’ said the unfortunate, with a doubtful appeal to his + ‘Ought I, though?’ said the unfortunate, with a doubtful appeal to his partner. </p> <p> - ‘You ought, Sir,’ said the fat gentleman, in an awful voice. + ‘You ought, Sir,’ said the fat gentleman, in an awful voice. </p> <p> - ‘Very sorry,’ said the crestfallen Miller. + ‘Very sorry,’ said the crestfallen Miller. </p> <p> - ‘Much use that,’ growled the fat gentleman. + ‘Much use that,’ growled the fat gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Two by honours—makes us eight,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Two by honours—makes us eight,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Another hand. ‘Can you one?’ inquired the old lady. + ‘Another hand. ‘Can you one?’ inquired the old lady. </p> <p> - ‘I can,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Double, single, and the rub.’ + ‘I can,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Double, single, and the rub.’ </p> <p> - ‘Never was such luck,’ said Mr. Miller. + ‘Never was such luck,’ said Mr. Miller. </p> <p> - ‘Never was such cards,’ said the fat gentleman. + ‘Never was such cards,’ said the fat gentleman. </p> <p> A solemn silence; Mr. Pickwick humorous, the old lady serious, the fat gentleman captious, and Mr. Miller timorous. </p> <p> - ‘Another double,’ said the old lady, triumphantly making a memorandum of + ‘Another double,’ said the old lady, triumphantly making a memorandum of the circumstance, by placing one sixpence and a battered halfpenny under the candlestick. </p> <p> - ‘A double, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘A double, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Quite aware of the fact, Sir,’ replied the fat gentleman sharply. + ‘Quite aware of the fact, Sir,’ replied the fat gentleman sharply. </p> <p> Another game, with a similar result, was followed by a revoke from the @@ -4228,12 +4160,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger twenty-seven minutes; at the end of which time he emerged from his retirement, and offered Mr. Pickwick a pinch of snuff with the air of a man who had made up his mind to a Christian forgiveness of injuries - sustained. The old lady’s hearing decidedly improved and the unlucky + sustained. The old lady’s hearing decidedly improved and the unlucky Miller felt as much out of his element as a dolphin in a sentry-box. </p> <p> Meanwhile the round game proceeded right merrily. Isabella Wardle and Mr. - Trundle ‘went partners,’ and Emily Wardle and Mr. Snodgrass did the same; + Trundle ‘went partners,’ and Emily Wardle and Mr. Snodgrass did the same; and even Mr. Tupman and the spinster aunt established a joint-stock company of fish and flattery. Old Mr. Wardle was in the very height of his jollity; and he was so funny in his management of the board, and the old @@ -4241,20 +4173,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger perpetual roar of merriment and laughter. There was one old lady who always had about half a dozen cards to pay for, at which everybody laughed, regularly every round; and when the old lady looked cross at - having to pay, they laughed louder than ever; on which the old lady’s face + having to pay, they laughed louder than ever; on which the old lady’s face gradually brightened up, till at last she laughed louder than any of them, - Then, when the spinster aunt got ‘matrimony,’ the young ladies laughed + Then, when the spinster aunt got ‘matrimony,’ the young ladies laughed afresh, and the Spinster aunt seemed disposed to be pettish; till, feeling Mr. Tupman squeezing her hand under the table, she brightened up too, and looked rather knowing, as if matrimony in reality were not quite so far off as some people thought for; whereupon everybody laughed again, and especially old Mr. Wardle, who enjoyed a joke as much as the youngest. As to Mr. Snodgrass, he did nothing but whisper poetical sentiments into his - partner’s ear, which made one old gentleman facetiously sly, about + partner’s ear, which made one old gentleman facetiously sly, about partnerships at cards and partnerships for life, and caused the aforesaid old gentleman to make some remarks thereupon, accompanied with divers winks and chuckles, which made the company very merry and the old - gentleman’s wife especially so. And Mr. Winkle came out with jokes which + gentleman’s wife especially so. And Mr. Winkle came out with jokes which are very well known in town, but are not all known in the country; and as everybody laughed at them very heartily, and said they were very capital, Mr. Winkle was in a state of great honour and glory. And the benevolent @@ -4271,55 +4203,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and make the most of, the passing moment. </p> <p> - ‘Now this,’ said the hospitable host, who was sitting in great state next - the old lady’s arm-chair, with her hand fast clasped in his—‘this is - just what I like—the happiest moments of my life have been passed at + ‘Now this,’ said the hospitable host, who was sitting in great state next + the old lady’s arm-chair, with her hand fast clasped in his—‘this is + just what I like—the happiest moments of my life have been passed at this old fireside; and I am so attached to it, that I keep up a blazing fire here every evening, until it actually grows too hot to bear it. Why, my poor old mother, here, used to sit before this fireplace upon that - little stool when she was a girl; didn’t you, mother?’ + little stool when she was a girl; didn’t you, mother?’ </p> <p> The tear which starts unbidden to the eye when the recollection of old times and the happiness of many years ago is suddenly recalled, stole down - the old lady’s face as she shook her head with a melancholy smile. + the old lady’s face as she shook her head with a melancholy smile. </p> <p> - ‘You must excuse my talking about this old place, Mr. Pickwick,’ resumed - the host, after a short pause, ‘for I love it dearly, and know no other—the + ‘You must excuse my talking about this old place, Mr. Pickwick,’ resumed + the host, after a short pause, ‘for I love it dearly, and know no other—the old houses and fields seem like living friends to me; and so does our little church with the ivy, about which, by the bye, our excellent friend there made a song when he first came amongst us. Mr. Snodgrass, have you - anything in your glass?’ + anything in your glass?’ </p> <p> - ‘Plenty, thank you,’ replied that gentleman, whose poetic curiosity had - been greatly excited by the last observation of his entertainer. ‘I beg - your pardon, but you were talking about the song of the Ivy.’ + ‘Plenty, thank you,’ replied that gentleman, whose poetic curiosity had + been greatly excited by the last observation of his entertainer. ‘I beg + your pardon, but you were talking about the song of the Ivy.’ </p> <p> - ‘You must ask our friend opposite about that,’ said the host knowingly, + ‘You must ask our friend opposite about that,’ said the host knowingly, indicating the clergyman by a nod of his head. </p> <p> - ‘May I say that I should like to hear you repeat it, sir?’ said Mr. + ‘May I say that I should like to hear you repeat it, sir?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Why, really,’ replied the clergyman, ‘it’s a very slight affair; and the + ‘Why, really,’ replied the clergyman, ‘it’s a very slight affair; and the only excuse I have for having ever perpetrated it is, that I was a young - man at the time. Such as it is, however, you shall hear it, if you wish.’ + man at the time. Such as it is, however, you shall hear it, if you wish.’ </p> <p> A murmur of curiosity was of course the reply; and the old gentleman proceeded to recite, with the aid of sundry promptings from his wife, the - lines in question. ‘I call them,’ said he, + lines in question. ‘I call them,’ said he, </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> THE IVY GREEN Oh, a dainty plant is the Ivy green, - That creepeth o’er ruins old! + That creepeth o’er ruins old! Of right choice food are his meals, I ween, In his cell so lone and cold. The wall must be crumbled, the stone decayed, @@ -4336,7 +4268,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger And slily he traileth along the ground, And his leaves he gently waves, As he joyously hugs and crawleth round - The rich mould of dead men’s graves. + The rich mould of dead men’s graves. Creeping where grim death has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. @@ -4347,7 +4279,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The brave old plant in its lonely days, Shall fatten upon the past; For the stateliest building man can raise, - Is the Ivy’s food at last. + Is the Ivy’s food at last. Creeping on where time has been, A rare old plant is the Ivy green. @@ -4358,45 +4290,45 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Snodgrass to note them down, Mr. Pickwick perused the lineaments of his face with an expression of great interest. The old gentleman having concluded his dictation, and Mr. Snodgrass having returned his note-book - to his pocket, Mr. Pickwick said— + to his pocket, Mr. Pickwick said— </p> <p> - ‘Excuse me, sir, for making the remark on so short an acquaintance; but a + ‘Excuse me, sir, for making the remark on so short an acquaintance; but a gentleman like yourself cannot fail, I should think, to have observed many scenes and incidents worth recording, in the course of your experience as - a minister of the Gospel.’ + a minister of the Gospel.’ </p> <p> - ‘I have witnessed some certainly,’ replied the old gentleman, ‘but the + ‘I have witnessed some certainly,’ replied the old gentleman, ‘but the incidents and characters have been of a homely and ordinary nature, my - sphere of action being so very limited.’ + sphere of action being so very limited.’ </p> <p> - ‘You did make some notes, I think, about John Edmunds, did you not?’ + ‘You did make some notes, I think, about John Edmunds, did you not?’ inquired Mr. Wardle, who appeared very desirous to draw his friend out, for the edification of his new visitors. </p> <p> The old gentleman slightly nodded his head in token of assent, and was - proceeding to change the subject, when Mr. Pickwick said— + proceeding to change the subject, when Mr. Pickwick said— </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, sir, but pray, if I may venture to inquire, who was - John Edmunds?’ + ‘I beg your pardon, sir, but pray, if I may venture to inquire, who was + John Edmunds?’ </p> <p> - ‘The very thing I was about to ask,’ said Mr. Snodgrass eagerly. + ‘The very thing I was about to ask,’ said Mr. Snodgrass eagerly. </p> <p> - ‘You are fairly in for it,’ said the jolly host. ‘You must satisfy the + ‘You are fairly in for it,’ said the jolly host. ‘You must satisfy the curiosity of these gentlemen, sooner or later; so you had better take - advantage of this favourable opportunity, and do so at once.’ + advantage of this favourable opportunity, and do so at once.’ </p> <p> - The old gentleman smiled good-humouredly as he drew his chair forward—the + The old gentleman smiled good-humouredly as he drew his chair forward—the remainder of the party drew their chairs closer together, especially Mr. Tupman and the spinster aunt, who were possibly rather hard of hearing; - and the old lady’s ear-trumpet having been duly adjusted, and Mr. Miller + and the old lady’s ear-trumpet having been duly adjusted, and Mr. Miller (who had fallen asleep during the recital of the verses) roused from his slumbers by an admonitory pinch, administered beneath the table by his ex-partner the solemn fat man, the old gentleman, without further preface, @@ -4404,10 +4336,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger prefixing the title of </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - THE CONVICT’S RETURN + THE CONVICT’S RETURN </pre> <p> - ‘When I first settled in this village,’ said the old gentleman, ‘which is + ‘When I first settled in this village,’ said the old gentleman, ‘which is now just five-and-twenty years ago, the most notorious person among my parishioners was a man of the name of Edmunds, who leased a small farm near this spot. He was a morose, savage-hearted, bad man; idle and @@ -4415,53 +4347,53 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the few lazy and reckless vagabonds with whom he sauntered away his time in the fields, or sotted in the ale-house, he had not a single friend or acquaintance; no one cared to speak to the man whom many feared, and every - one detested—and Edmunds was shunned by all. + one detested—and Edmunds was shunned by all. </p> <p> - ‘This man had a wife and one son, who, when I first came here, was about - twelve years old. Of the acuteness of that woman’s sufferings, of the + ‘This man had a wife and one son, who, when I first came here, was about + twelve years old. Of the acuteness of that woman’s sufferings, of the gentle and enduring manner in which she bore them, of the agony of solicitude with which she reared that boy, no one can form an adequate conception. Heaven forgive me the supposition, if it be an uncharitable one, but I do firmly and in my soul believe, that the man systematically tried for many years to break her heart; but she bore it all for her - child’s sake, and, however strange it may seem to many, for his father’s + child’s sake, and, however strange it may seem to many, for his father’s too; for brute as he was, and cruelly as he had treated her, she had loved him once; and the recollection of what he had been to her, awakened feelings of forbearance and meekness under suffering in her bosom, to - which all God’s creatures, but women, are strangers. + which all God’s creatures, but women, are strangers. </p> <p> - ‘They were poor—they could not be otherwise when the man pursued - such courses; but the woman’s unceasing and unwearied exertions, early and + ‘They were poor—they could not be otherwise when the man pursued + such courses; but the woman’s unceasing and unwearied exertions, early and late, morning, noon, and night, kept them above actual want. These - exertions were but ill repaid. People who passed the spot in the evening—sometimes - at a late hour of the night—reported that they had heard the moans + exertions were but ill repaid. People who passed the spot in the evening—sometimes + at a late hour of the night—reported that they had heard the moans and sobs of a woman in distress, and the sound of blows; and more than once, when it was past midnight, the boy knocked softly at the door of a - neighbour’s house, whither he had been sent, to escape the drunken fury of + neighbour’s house, whither he had been sent, to escape the drunken fury of his unnatural father. </p> <p> - ‘During the whole of this time, and when the poor creature often bore + ‘During the whole of this time, and when the poor creature often bore about her marks of ill-usage and violence which she could not wholly conceal, she was a constant attendant at our little church. Regularly every Sunday, morning and afternoon, she occupied the same seat with the - boy at her side; and though they were both poorly dressed—much more - so than many of their neighbours who were in a lower station—they + boy at her side; and though they were both poorly dressed—much more + so than many of their neighbours who were in a lower station—they were always neat and clean. Every one had a friendly nod and a kind word - for “poor Mrs. Edmunds”; and sometimes, when she stopped to exchange a few + for “poor Mrs. Edmunds”; and sometimes, when she stopped to exchange a few words with a neighbour at the conclusion of the service in the little row of elm-trees which leads to the church porch, or lingered behind to gaze - with a mother’s pride and fondness upon her healthy boy, as he sported + with a mother’s pride and fondness upon her healthy boy, as he sported before her with some little companions, her careworn face would lighten up with an expression of heartfelt gratitude; and she would look, if not cheerful and happy, at least tranquil and contented. </p> <p> - ‘Five or six years passed away; the boy had become a robust and well-grown - youth. The time that had strengthened the child’s slight frame and knit - his weak limbs into the strength of manhood had bowed his mother’s form, + ‘Five or six years passed away; the boy had become a robust and well-grown + youth. The time that had strengthened the child’s slight frame and knit + his weak limbs into the strength of manhood had bowed his mother’s form, and enfeebled her steps; but the arm that should have supported her was no longer locked in hers; the face that should have cheered her, no more looked upon her own. She occupied her old seat, but there was a vacant one @@ -4470,17 +4402,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger her; and the tears fell thick and fast upon the book, and blotted the words from her eyes. Neighbours were as kind as they were wont to be of old, but she shunned their greetings with averted head. There was no - lingering among the old elm-trees now—no cheering anticipations of + lingering among the old elm-trees now—no cheering anticipations of happiness yet in store. The desolate woman drew her bonnet closer over her face, and walked hurriedly away. </p> <p> - ‘Shall I tell you that the young man, who, looking back to the earliest of - his childhood’s days to which memory and consciousness extended, and + ‘Shall I tell you that the young man, who, looking back to the earliest of + his childhood’s days to which memory and consciousness extended, and carrying his recollection down to that moment, could remember nothing which was not in some way connected with a long series of voluntary privations suffered by his mother for his sake, with ill-usage, and - insult, and violence, and all endured for him—shall I tell you, that + insult, and violence, and all endured for him—shall I tell you, that he, with a reckless disregard for her breaking heart, and a sullen, wilful forgetfulness of all she had done and borne for him, had linked himself with depraved and abandoned men, and was madly pursuing a headlong career, @@ -4488,26 +4420,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger You have anticipated it long since. </p> <p> - ‘The measure of the unhappy woman’s misery and misfortune was about to be + ‘The measure of the unhappy woman’s misery and misfortune was about to be completed. Numerous offences had been committed in the neighbourhood; the perpetrators remained undiscovered, and their boldness increased. A robbery of a daring and aggravated nature occasioned a vigilance of pursuit, and a strictness of search, they had not calculated on. Young - Edmunds was suspected, with three companions. He was apprehended—committed—tried—condemned—to + Edmunds was suspected, with three companions. He was apprehended—committed—tried—condemned—to die. </p> <p> - ‘The wild and piercing shriek from a woman’s voice, which resounded + ‘The wild and piercing shriek from a woman’s voice, which resounded through the court when the solemn sentence was pronounced, rings in my - ears at this moment. That cry struck a terror to the culprit’s heart, - which trial, condemnation—the approach of death itself, had failed + ears at this moment. That cry struck a terror to the culprit’s heart, + which trial, condemnation—the approach of death itself, had failed to awaken. The lips which had been compressed in dogged sullenness throughout, quivered and parted involuntarily; the face turned ashy pale as the cold perspiration broke forth from every pore; the sturdy limbs of the felon trembled, and he staggered in the dock. </p> <p> - ‘In the first transports of her mental anguish, the suffering mother threw + ‘In the first transports of her mental anguish, the suffering mother threw herself on her knees at my feet, and fervently sought the Almighty Being who had hitherto supported her in all her troubles to release her from a world of woe and misery, and to spare the life of her only child. A burst @@ -4516,7 +4448,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hour; but I never once heard complaint or murmur escape her lips. </p> <p> - ‘It was a piteous spectacle to see that woman in the prison-yard from day + ‘It was a piteous spectacle to see that woman in the prison-yard from day to day, eagerly and fervently attempting, by affection and entreaty, to soften the hard heart of her obdurate son. It was in vain. He remained moody, obstinate, and unmoved. Not even the unlooked-for commutation of @@ -4524,23 +4456,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the sullen hardihood of his demeanour. </p> <p> - ‘But the spirit of resignation and endurance that had so long upheld her, + ‘But the spirit of resignation and endurance that had so long upheld her, was unable to contend against bodily weakness and infirmity. She fell sick. She dragged her tottering limbs from the bed to visit her son once more, but her strength failed her, and she sank powerless on the ground. </p> <p> - ‘And now the boasted coldness and indifference of the young man were + ‘And now the boasted coldness and indifference of the young man were tested indeed; and the retribution that fell heavily upon him nearly drove him mad. A day passed away and his mother was not there; another flew by, and she came not near him; a third evening arrived, and yet he had not - seen her—, and in four-and-twenty hours he was to be separated from + seen her—, and in four-and-twenty hours he was to be separated from her, perhaps for ever. Oh! how the long-forgotten thoughts of former days - rushed upon his mind, as he almost ran up and down the narrow yard—as - if intelligence would arrive the sooner for his hurrying—and how + rushed upon his mind, as he almost ran up and down the narrow yard—as + if intelligence would arrive the sooner for his hurrying—and how bitterly a sense of his helplessness and desolation rushed upon him, when - he heard the truth! His mother, the only parent he had ever known, lay ill—it - might be, dying—within one mile of the ground he stood on; were he + he heard the truth! His mother, the only parent he had ever known, lay ill—it + might be, dying—within one mile of the ground he stood on; were he free and unfettered, a few minutes would place him by her side. He rushed to the gate, and grasping the iron rails with the energy of desperation, shook it till it rang again, and threw himself against the thick wall as @@ -4548,7 +4480,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his feeble efforts, and he beat his hands together and wept like a child. </p> <p> - ‘I bore the mother’s forgiveness and blessing to her son in prison; and I + ‘I bore the mother’s forgiveness and blessing to her son in prison; and I carried the solemn assurance of repentance, and his fervent supplication for pardon, to her sick-bed. I heard, with pity and compassion, the repentant man devise a thousand little plans for her comfort and support @@ -4556,14 +4488,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger place of destination, his mother would be no longer of this world. </p> <p> - ‘He was removed by night. A few weeks afterwards the poor woman’s soul + ‘He was removed by night. A few weeks afterwards the poor woman’s soul took its flight, I confidently hope, and solemnly believe, to a place of eternal happiness and rest. I performed the burial service over her remains. She lies in our little churchyard. There is no stone at her - grave’s head. Her sorrows were known to man; her virtues to God. + grave’s head. Her sorrows were known to man; her virtues to God. </p> <p> - ‘It had been arranged previously to the convict’s departure, that he + ‘It had been arranged previously to the convict’s departure, that he should write to his mother as soon as he could obtain permission, and that the letter should be addressed to me. The father had positively refused to see his son from the moment of his apprehension; and it was a matter of @@ -4573,7 +4505,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to be dead, as, indeed, I almost hoped he might be. </p> <p> - ‘Edmunds, however, had been sent a considerable distance up the country on + ‘Edmunds, however, had been sent a considerable distance up the country on his arrival at the settlement; and to this circumstance, perhaps, may be attributed the fact, that though several letters were despatched, none of them ever reached my hands. He remained in the same place during the whole @@ -4583,26 +4515,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger native place. </p> <p> - ‘On a fine Sunday evening, in the month of August, John Edmunds set foot + ‘On a fine Sunday evening, in the month of August, John Edmunds set foot in the village he had left with shame and disgrace seventeen years before. - His nearest way lay through the churchyard. The man’s heart swelled as he + His nearest way lay through the churchyard. The man’s heart swelled as he crossed the stile. The tall old elms, through whose branches the declining sun cast here and there a rich ray of light upon the shady part, awakened the associations of his earliest days. He pictured himself as he was then, - clinging to his mother’s hand, and walking peacefully to church. He + clinging to his mother’s hand, and walking peacefully to church. He remembered how he used to look up into her pale face; and how her eyes - would sometimes fill with tears as she gazed upon his features—tears + would sometimes fill with tears as she gazed upon his features—tears which fell hot upon his forehead as she stooped to kiss him, and made him weep too, although he little knew then what bitter tears hers were. He thought how often he had run merrily down that path with some childish - playfellow, looking back, ever and again, to catch his mother’s smile, or + playfellow, looking back, ever and again, to catch his mother’s smile, or hear her gentle voice; and then a veil seemed lifted from his memory, and words of kindness unrequited, and warnings despised, and promises broken, thronged upon his recollection till his heart failed him, and he could bear it no longer. </p> <p> - ‘He entered the church. The evening service was concluded and the + ‘He entered the church. The evening service was concluded and the congregation had dispersed, but it was not yet closed. His steps echoed through the low building with a hollow sound, and he almost feared to be alone, it was so still and quiet. He looked round him. Nothing was @@ -4615,37 +4547,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Perhaps his mother now occupied a poorer seat, or possibly she had grown infirm and could not reach the church alone. He dared not think of what he feared. A cold feeling crept over him, and he trembled violently as he - turned away. ‘An old man entered the porch just as he reached it. Edmunds + turned away. ‘An old man entered the porch just as he reached it. Edmunds started back, for he knew him well; many a time he had watched him digging graves in the churchyard. What would he say to the returned convict? </p> <p> - ‘The old man raised his eyes to the stranger’s face, bade him - “good-evening,” and walked slowly on. He had forgotten him. + ‘The old man raised his eyes to the stranger’s face, bade him + “good-evening,” and walked slowly on. He had forgotten him. </p> <p> - ‘He walked down the hill, and through the village. The weather was warm, + ‘He walked down the hill, and through the village. The weather was warm, and the people were sitting at their doors, or strolling in their little gardens as he passed, enjoying the serenity of the evening, and their rest from labour. Many a look was turned towards him, and many a doubtful glance he cast on either side to see whether any knew and shunned him. There were strange faces in almost every house; in some he recognised the - burly form of some old schoolfellow—a boy when he last saw him—surrounded + burly form of some old schoolfellow—a boy when he last saw him—surrounded by a troop of merry children; in others he saw, seated in an easy-chair at a cottage door, a feeble and infirm old man, whom he only remembered as a hale and hearty labourer; but they had all forgotten him, and he passed on unknown. </p> <p> - ‘The last soft light of the setting sun had fallen on the earth, casting a + ‘The last soft light of the setting sun had fallen on the earth, casting a rich glow on the yellow corn sheaves, and lengthening the shadows of the - orchard trees, as he stood before the old house—the home of his - infancy—to which his heart had yearned with an intensity of + orchard trees, as he stood before the old house—the home of his + infancy—to which his heart had yearned with an intensity of affection not to be described, through long and weary years of captivity and sorrow. The paling was low, though he well remembered the time that it had seemed a high wall to him; and he looked over into the old garden. There were more seeds and gayer flowers than there used to be, but there - were the old trees still—the very tree under which he had lain a + were the old trees still—the very tree under which he had lain a thousand times when tired of playing in the sun, and felt the soft, mild sleep of happy boyhood steal gently upon him. There were voices within the house. He listened, but they fell strangely upon his ear; he knew them @@ -4654,23 +4586,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger children bounded out, shouting and romping. The father, with a little boy in his arms, appeared at the door, and they crowded round him, clapping their tiny hands, and dragging him out, to join their joyous sports. The - convict thought on the many times he had shrunk from his father’s sight in + convict thought on the many times he had shrunk from his father’s sight in that very place. He remembered how often he had buried his trembling head beneath the bedclothes, and heard the harsh word, and the hard stripe, and - his mother’s wailing; and though the man sobbed aloud with agony of mind + his mother’s wailing; and though the man sobbed aloud with agony of mind as he left the spot, his fist was clenched, and his teeth were set, in a fierce and deadly passion. </p> <p> - ‘And such was the return to which he had looked through the weary + ‘And such was the return to which he had looked through the weary perspective of many years, and for which he had undergone so much suffering! No face of welcome, no look of forgiveness, no house to - receive, no hand to help him—and this too in the old village. What + receive, no hand to help him—and this too in the old village. What was his loneliness in the wild, thick woods, where man was never seen, to this! </p> <p> - ‘He felt that in the distant land of his bondage and infamy, he had + ‘He felt that in the distant land of his bondage and infamy, he had thought of his native place as it was when he left it; and not as it would be when he returned. The sad reality struck coldly at his heart, and his spirit sank within him. He had not courage to make inquiries, or to @@ -4680,12 +4612,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his face with his hands, threw himself upon the grass. </p> <p> - ‘He had not observed that a man was lying on the bank beside him; his + ‘He had not observed that a man was lying on the bank beside him; his garments rustled as he turned round to steal a look at the new-comer; and Edmunds raised his head. </p> <p> - ‘The man had moved into a sitting posture. His body was much bent, and his + ‘The man had moved into a sitting posture. His body was much bent, and his face was wrinkled and yellow. His dress denoted him an inmate of the workhouse: he had the appearance of being very old, but it looked more the effect of dissipation or disease, than the length of years. He was staring @@ -4693,31 +4625,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger first, they appeared to glow with an unnatural and alarmed expression after they had been fixed upon him for a short time, until they seemed to be starting from their sockets. Edmunds gradually raised himself to his - knees, and looked more and more earnestly on the old man’s face. They + knees, and looked more and more earnestly on the old man’s face. They gazed upon each other in silence. </p> <p> - ‘The old man was ghastly pale. He shuddered and tottered to his feet. + ‘The old man was ghastly pale. He shuddered and tottered to his feet. Edmunds sprang to his. He stepped back a pace or two. Edmunds advanced. </p> <p> - ‘“Let me hear you speak,” said the convict, in a thick, broken voice. + ‘“Let me hear you speak,” said the convict, in a thick, broken voice. </p> <p> - ‘“Stand off!” cried the old man, with a dreadful oath. The convict drew + ‘“Stand off!” cried the old man, with a dreadful oath. The convict drew closer to him. </p> <p> - ‘“Stand off!” shrieked the old man. Furious with terror, he raised his + ‘“Stand off!” shrieked the old man. Furious with terror, he raised his stick, and struck Edmunds a heavy blow across the face. </p> <p> - ‘“Father—devil!” murmured the convict between his set teeth. He - rushed wildly forward, and clenched the old man by the throat—but he + ‘“Father—devil!” murmured the convict between his set teeth. He + rushed wildly forward, and clenched the old man by the throat—but he was his father; and his arm fell powerless by his side. </p> <p> - ‘The old man uttered a loud yell which rang through the lonely fields like + ‘The old man uttered a loud yell which rang through the lonely fields like the howl of an evil spirit. His face turned black, the gore rushed from his mouth and nose, and dyed the grass a deep, dark red, as he staggered and fell. He had ruptured a blood-vessel, and he was a dead man before his @@ -4727,13 +4659,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /> </p> <p> - ‘In that corner of the churchyard,’ said the old gentleman, after a - silence of a few moments, ‘in that corner of the churchyard of which I + ‘In that corner of the churchyard,’ said the old gentleman, after a + silence of a few moments, ‘in that corner of the churchyard of which I have before spoken, there lies buried a man who was in my employment for three years after this event, and who was truly contrite, penitent, and - humbled, if ever man was. No one save myself knew in that man’s lifetime - who he was, or whence he came—it was John Edmunds, the returned - convict.’ + humbled, if ever man was. No one save myself knew in that man’s lifetime + who he was, or whence he came—it was John Edmunds, the returned + convict.’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> @@ -4750,7 +4682,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he fatiguing - adventures of the day or the somniferous influence of the clergyman’s tale + adventures of the day or the somniferous influence of the clergyman’s tale operated so strongly on the drowsy tendencies of Mr. Pickwick, that in less than five minutes after he had been shown to his comfortable bedroom he fell into a sound and dreamless sleep, from which he was only awakened @@ -4759,13 +4691,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger warrior from his tent-bedstead. </p> <p> - ‘Pleasant, pleasant country,’ sighed the enthusiastic gentleman, as he - opened his lattice window. ‘Who could live to gaze from day to day on + ‘Pleasant, pleasant country,’ sighed the enthusiastic gentleman, as he + opened his lattice window. ‘Who could live to gaze from day to day on bricks and slates who had once felt the influence of a scene like this? Who could continue to exist where there are no cows but the cows on the chimney-pots; nothing redolent of Pan but pan-tiles; no crop but stone crop? Who could bear to drag out a life in such a spot? Who, I ask, could - endure it?’ and, having cross-examined solitude after the most approved + endure it?’ and, having cross-examined solitude after the most approved precedents, at considerable length, Mr. Pickwick thrust his head out of the lattice and looked around him. </p> @@ -4778,39 +4710,39 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger fell into an enchanting and delicious reverie. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ was the sound that roused him. + ‘Hollo!’ was the sound that roused him. </p> <p> He looked to the right, but he saw nobody; his eyes wandered to the left, - and pierced the prospect; he stared into the sky, but he wasn’t wanted - there; and then he did what a common mind would have done at once—looked + and pierced the prospect; he stared into the sky, but he wasn’t wanted + there; and then he did what a common mind would have done at once—looked into the garden, and there saw Mr. Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘How are you?’ said the good-humoured individual, out of breath with his - own anticipations of pleasure.‘Beautiful morning, ain’t it? Glad to see - you up so early. Make haste down, and come out. I’ll wait for you here.’ + ‘How are you?’ said the good-humoured individual, out of breath with his + own anticipations of pleasure.‘Beautiful morning, ain’t it? Glad to see + you up so early. Make haste down, and come out. I’ll wait for you here.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick needed no second invitation. Ten minutes sufficed for the completion of his toilet, and at the expiration of that time he was by the - old gentleman’s side. + old gentleman’s side. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ said Mr. Pickwick in his turn, seeing that his companion was - armed with a gun, and that another lay ready on the grass; ‘what’s going - forward?’ + ‘Hollo!’ said Mr. Pickwick in his turn, seeing that his companion was + armed with a gun, and that another lay ready on the grass; ‘what’s going + forward?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, your friend and I,’ replied the host, ‘are going out rook-shooting - before breakfast. He’s a very good shot, ain’t he?’ + ‘Why, your friend and I,’ replied the host, ‘are going out rook-shooting + before breakfast. He’s a very good shot, ain’t he?’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ve heard him say he’s a capital one,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘but I - never saw him aim at anything.’ + ‘I’ve heard him say he’s a capital one,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘but I + never saw him aim at anything.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said the host, ‘I wish he’d come. Joe—Joe!’ + ‘Well,’ said the host, ‘I wish he’d come. Joe—Joe!’ </p> <p> The fat boy, who under the exciting influence of the morning did not @@ -4818,15 +4750,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger house. </p> <p> - ‘Go up, and call the gentleman, and tell him he’ll find me and Mr. - Pickwick in the rookery. Show the gentleman the way there; d’ye hear?’ + ‘Go up, and call the gentleman, and tell him he’ll find me and Mr. + Pickwick in the rookery. Show the gentleman the way there; d’ye hear?’ </p> <p> The boy departed to execute his commission; and the host, carrying both guns like a second Robinson Crusoe, led the way from the garden. </p> <p> - ‘This is the place,’ said the old gentleman, pausing after a few minutes + ‘This is the place,’ said the old gentleman, pausing after a few minutes walking, in an avenue of trees. The information was unnecessary; for the incessant cawing of the unconscious rooks sufficiently indicated their whereabouts. @@ -4835,16 +4767,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The old gentleman laid one gun on the ground, and loaded the other. </p> <p> - ‘Here they are,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and, as he spoke, the forms of Mr. + ‘Here they are,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and, as he spoke, the forms of Mr. Tupman, Mr. Snodgrass, and Mr. Winkle appeared in the distance. The fat boy, not being quite certain which gentleman he was directed to call, had with peculiar sagacity, and to prevent the possibility of any mistake, called them all. </p> <p> - ‘Come along,’ shouted the old gentleman, addressing Mr. Winkle; ‘a keen + ‘Come along,’ shouted the old gentleman, addressing Mr. Winkle; ‘a keen hand like you ought to have been up long ago, even to such poor work as - this.’ + this.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle responded with a forced smile, and took up the spare gun with @@ -4858,7 +4790,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger climbing up two of the trees. </p> <p> - ‘What are these lads for?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick abruptly. He was rather + ‘What are these lads for?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick abruptly. He was rather alarmed; for he was not quite certain but that the distress of the agricultural interest, about which he had often heard a great deal, might have compelled the small boys attached to the soil to earn a precarious @@ -4866,31 +4798,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger sportsmen. </p> <p> - ‘Only to start the game,’ replied Mr. Wardle, laughing. + ‘Only to start the game,’ replied Mr. Wardle, laughing. </p> <p> - ‘To what?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘To what?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Why, in plain English, to frighten the rooks.’ + ‘Why, in plain English, to frighten the rooks.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, is that all?’ + ‘Oh, is that all?’ </p> <p> - ‘You are satisfied?’ + ‘You are satisfied?’ </p> <p> - ‘Quite.’ + ‘Quite.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well. Shall I begin?’ + ‘Very well. Shall I begin?’ </p> <p> - ‘If you please,’ said Mr. Winkle, glad of any respite. + ‘If you please,’ said Mr. Winkle, glad of any respite. </p> <p> - ‘Stand aside, then. Now for it.’ + ‘Stand aside, then. Now for it.’ </p> <p> The boy shouted, and shook a branch with a nest on it. Half a dozen young @@ -4899,56 +4831,56 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger others. </p> <p> - ‘Take him up, Joe,’ said the old gentleman. + ‘Take him up, Joe,’ said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - There was a smile upon the youth’s face as he advanced. Indistinct visions + There was a smile upon the youth’s face as he advanced. Indistinct visions of rook-pie floated through his imagination. He laughed as he retired with - the bird—it was a plump one. + the bird—it was a plump one. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Mr. Winkle,’ said the host, reloading his own gun. ‘Fire away.’ + ‘Now, Mr. Winkle,’ said the host, reloading his own gun. ‘Fire away.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle advanced, and levelled his gun. Mr. Pickwick and his friends cowered involuntarily to escape damage from the heavy fall of rooks, which they felt quite certain would be occasioned by the devastating barrel of - their friend. There was a solemn pause—a shout—a flapping of - wings—a faint click. + their friend. There was a solemn pause—a shout—a flapping of + wings—a faint click. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ said the old gentleman. + ‘Hollo!’ said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Won’t it go?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Won’t it go?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Missed fire,’ said Mr. Winkle, who was very pale—probably from + ‘Missed fire,’ said Mr. Winkle, who was very pale—probably from disappointment. </p> <p> - ‘Odd,’ said the old gentleman, taking the gun. ‘Never knew one of them - miss fire before. Why, I don’t see anything of the cap.’ + ‘Odd,’ said the old gentleman, taking the gun. ‘Never knew one of them + miss fire before. Why, I don’t see anything of the cap.’ </p> <p> - Bless my soul!’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘I declare I forgot the cap!’ + Bless my soul!’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘I declare I forgot the cap!’ </p> <p> The slight omission was rectified. Mr. Pickwick crouched again. Mr. Winkle stepped forward with an air of determination and resolution; and Mr. Tupman looked out from behind a tree. The boy shouted; four birds flew - out. Mr. Winkle fired. There was a scream as of an individual—not a - rook—in corporal anguish. Mr. Tupman had saved the lives of + out. Mr. Winkle fired. There was a scream as of an individual—not a + rook—in corporal anguish. Mr. Tupman had saved the lives of innumerable unoffending birds by receiving a portion of the charge in his left arm. </p> <p> To describe the confusion that ensued would be impossible. To tell how Mr. - Pickwick in the first transports of emotion called Mr. Winkle ‘Wretch!’ + Pickwick in the first transports of emotion called Mr. Winkle ‘Wretch!’ how Mr. Tupman lay prostrate on the ground; and how Mr. Winkle knelt horror-stricken beside him; how Mr. Tupman called distractedly upon some feminine Christian name, and then opened first one eye, and then the - other, and then fell back and shut them both—all this would be as + other, and then fell back and shut them both—all this would be as difficult to describe in detail, as it would be to depict the gradual recovering of the unfortunate individual, the binding up of his arm with pocket-handkerchiefs, and the conveying him back by slow degrees supported @@ -4957,97 +4889,97 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> They drew near the house. The ladies were at the garden gate, waiting for their arrival and their breakfast. The spinster aunt appeared; she smiled, - and beckoned them to walk quicker. ‘Twas evident she knew not of the + and beckoned them to walk quicker. ‘Twas evident she knew not of the disaster. Poor thing! there are times when ignorance is bliss indeed. </p> <p> They approached nearer. </p> <p> - ‘Why, what is the matter with the little old gentleman?’ said Isabella + ‘Why, what is the matter with the little old gentleman?’ said Isabella Wardle. The spinster aunt heeded not the remark; she thought it applied to Mr. Pickwick. In her eyes Tracy Tupman was a youth; she viewed his years through a diminishing glass. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t be frightened,’ called out the old host, fearful of alarming his + ‘Don’t be frightened,’ called out the old host, fearful of alarming his daughters. The little party had crowded so completely round Mr. Tupman, that they could not yet clearly discern the nature of the accident. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t be frightened,’ said the host. + ‘Don’t be frightened,’ said the host. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ screamed the ladies. + ‘What’s the matter?’ screamed the ladies. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Tupman has met with a little accident; that’s all.’ + ‘Mr. Tupman has met with a little accident; that’s all.’ </p> <p> The spinster aunt uttered a piercing scream, burst into an hysteric laugh, and fell backwards in the arms of her nieces. </p> <p> - ‘Throw some cold water over her,’ said the old gentleman. + ‘Throw some cold water over her,’ said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ murmured the spinster aunt; ‘I am better now. Bella, Emily—a - surgeon! Is he wounded?—Is he dead?—Is he—Ha, ha, ha!’ + ‘No, no,’ murmured the spinster aunt; ‘I am better now. Bella, Emily—a + surgeon! Is he wounded?—Is he dead?—Is he—Ha, ha, ha!’ Here the spinster aunt burst into fit number two, of hysteric laughter interspersed with screams. </p> <p> - ‘Calm yourself,’ said Mr. Tupman, affected almost to tears by this - expression of sympathy with his sufferings. ‘Dear, dear madam, calm - yourself.’ + ‘Calm yourself,’ said Mr. Tupman, affected almost to tears by this + expression of sympathy with his sufferings. ‘Dear, dear madam, calm + yourself.’ </p> <p> - ‘It is his voice!’ exclaimed the spinster aunt; and strong symptoms of fit + ‘It is his voice!’ exclaimed the spinster aunt; and strong symptoms of fit number three developed themselves forthwith. </p> <p> - ‘Do not agitate yourself, I entreat you, dearest madam,’ said Mr. Tupman - soothingly. ‘I am very little hurt, I assure you.’ + ‘Do not agitate yourself, I entreat you, dearest madam,’ said Mr. Tupman + soothingly. ‘I am very little hurt, I assure you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then you are not dead!’ ejaculated the hysterical lady. ‘Oh, say you are - not dead!’ + ‘Then you are not dead!’ ejaculated the hysterical lady. ‘Oh, say you are + not dead!’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t be a fool, Rachael,’ interposed Mr. Wardle, rather more roughly - than was consistent with the poetic nature of the scene. ‘What the devil’s - the use of his saying he isn’t dead?’ + ‘Don’t be a fool, Rachael,’ interposed Mr. Wardle, rather more roughly + than was consistent with the poetic nature of the scene. ‘What the devil’s + the use of his saying he isn’t dead?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no, I am not,’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘I require no assistance but yours. - Let me lean on your arm.’ He added, in a whisper, ‘Oh, Miss Rachael!’ The + ‘No, no, I am not,’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘I require no assistance but yours. + Let me lean on your arm.’ He added, in a whisper, ‘Oh, Miss Rachael!’ The agitated female advanced, and offered her arm. They turned into the breakfast parlour. Mr. Tracy Tupman gently pressed her hand to his lips, and sank upon the sofa. </p> <p> - ‘Are you faint?’ inquired the anxious Rachael. + ‘Are you faint?’ inquired the anxious Rachael. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘It is nothing. I shall be better presently.’ He + ‘No,’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘It is nothing. I shall be better presently.’ He closed his eyes. </p> <p> - ‘He sleeps,’ murmured the spinster aunt. (His organs of vision had been - closed nearly twenty seconds.) ‘Dear—dear—Mr. Tupman!’ + ‘He sleeps,’ murmured the spinster aunt. (His organs of vision had been + closed nearly twenty seconds.) ‘Dear—dear—Mr. Tupman!’ </p> <p> - Mr. Tupman jumped up—‘Oh, say those words again!’ he exclaimed. + Mr. Tupman jumped up—‘Oh, say those words again!’ he exclaimed. </p> <p> - The lady started. ‘Surely you did not hear them!’ she said bashfully. + The lady started. ‘Surely you did not hear them!’ she said bashfully. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, yes, I did!’ replied Mr. Tupman; ‘repeat them. If you would have me - recover, repeat them.’ + ‘Oh, yes, I did!’ replied Mr. Tupman; ‘repeat them. If you would have me + recover, repeat them.’ </p> <p> - Hush!’ said the lady. ‘My brother.’ Mr. Tracy Tupman resumed his former + Hush!’ said the lady. ‘My brother.’ Mr. Tracy Tupman resumed his former position; and Mr. Wardle, accompanied by a surgeon, entered the room. </p> <p> @@ -5056,42 +4988,42 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger proceeded to satisfy their appetites with countenances to which an expression of cheerfulness was again restored. Mr. Pickwick alone was silent and reserved. Doubt and distrust were exhibited in his countenance. - His confidence in Mr. Winkle had been shaken—greatly shaken—by + His confidence in Mr. Winkle had been shaken—greatly shaken—by the proceedings of the morning. </p> <p> - ‘Are you a cricketer?’ inquired Mr. Wardle of the marksman. + ‘Are you a cricketer?’ inquired Mr. Wardle of the marksman. </p> <p> At any other time, Mr. Winkle would have replied in the affirmative. He - felt the delicacy of his situation, and modestly replied, ‘No.’ + felt the delicacy of his situation, and modestly replied, ‘No.’ </p> <p> - ‘Are you, sir?’ inquired Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Are you, sir?’ inquired Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘I was once upon a time,’ replied the host; ‘but I have given it up now. I - subscribe to the club here, but I don’t play.’ + ‘I was once upon a time,’ replied the host; ‘but I have given it up now. I + subscribe to the club here, but I don’t play.’ </p> <p> - ‘The grand match is played to-day, I believe,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘The grand match is played to-day, I believe,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It is,’ replied the host. ‘Of course you would like to see it.’ + ‘It is,’ replied the host. ‘Of course you would like to see it.’ </p> <p> - ‘I, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘am delighted to view any sports which may + ‘I, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘am delighted to view any sports which may be safely indulged in, and in which the impotent effects of unskilful - people do not endanger human life.’ Mr. Pickwick paused, and looked - steadily on Mr. Winkle, who quailed beneath his leader’s searching glance. - The great man withdrew his eyes after a few minutes, and added: ‘Shall we - be justified in leaving our wounded friend to the care of the ladies?’ + people do not endanger human life.’ Mr. Pickwick paused, and looked + steadily on Mr. Winkle, who quailed beneath his leader’s searching glance. + The great man withdrew his eyes after a few minutes, and added: ‘Shall we + be justified in leaving our wounded friend to the care of the ladies?’ </p> <p> - ‘You cannot leave me in better hands,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘You cannot leave me in better hands,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Quite impossible,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Quite impossible,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> It was therefore settled that Mr. Tupman should be left at home in charge @@ -5127,11 +5059,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gazed with an air of curiosity, not unmixed with interest, on the objects around him. There was an open square for the market-place; and in the centre of it, a large inn with a sign-post in front, displaying an object - very common in art, but rarely met with in nature—to wit, a blue + very common in art, but rarely met with in nature—to wit, a blue lion, with three bow legs in the air, balancing himself on the extreme point of the centre claw of his fourth foot. There were, within sight, an - auctioneer’s and fire-agency office, a corn-factor’s, a linen-draper’s, a - saddler’s, a distiller’s, a grocer’s, and a shoe-shop—the + auctioneer’s and fire-agency office, a corn-factor’s, a linen-draper’s, a + saddler’s, a distiller’s, a grocer’s, and a shoe-shop—the last-mentioned warehouse being also appropriated to the diffusion of hats, bonnets, wearing apparel, cotton umbrellas, and useful knowledge. There was a red brick house with a small paved courtyard in front, which anybody @@ -5152,37 +5084,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Two or three Dingley Dellers, and All-Muggletonians, were amusing themselves with a majestic air by throwing the ball carelessly from hand to hand; and several other gentlemen dressed like them, in straw hats, - flannel jackets, and white trousers—a costume in which they looked - very much like amateur stone-masons—were sprinkled about the tents, + flannel jackets, and white trousers—a costume in which they looked + very much like amateur stone-masons—were sprinkled about the tents, towards one of which Mr. Wardle conducted the party. </p> <p> - Several dozen of ‘How-are-you’s?’ hailed the old gentleman’s arrival; and + Several dozen of ‘How-are-you’s?’ hailed the old gentleman’s arrival; and a general raising of the straw hats, and bending forward of the flannel jackets, followed his introduction of his guests as gentlemen from London, who were extremely anxious to witness the proceedings of the day, with which, he had no doubt, they would be greatly delighted. </p> <p> - ‘You had better step into the marquee, I think, Sir,’ said one very stout + ‘You had better step into the marquee, I think, Sir,’ said one very stout gentleman, whose body and legs looked like half a gigantic roll of flannel, elevated on a couple of inflated pillow-cases. </p> <p> - ‘You’ll find it much pleasanter, Sir,’ urged another stout gentleman, who + ‘You’ll find it much pleasanter, Sir,’ urged another stout gentleman, who strongly resembled the other half of the roll of flannel aforesaid. </p> <p> - ‘You’re very good,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You’re very good,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘This way,’ said the first speaker; ‘they notch in here—it’s the - best place in the whole field;’ and the cricketer, panting on before, + ‘This way,’ said the first speaker; ‘they notch in here—it’s the + best place in the whole field;’ and the cricketer, panting on before, preceded them to the tent. </p> <p> - ‘Capital game—smart sport—fine exercise—very,’ were the - words which fell upon Mr. Pickwick’s ear as he entered the tent; and the + ‘Capital game—smart sport—fine exercise—very,’ were the + words which fell upon Mr. Pickwick’s ear as he entered the tent; and the first object that met his eyes was his green-coated friend of the Rochester coach, holding forth, to the no small delight and edification of a select circle of the chosen of All-Muggleton. His dress was slightly @@ -5195,9 +5127,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger were under his especial patronage and direction. </p> <p> - ‘This way—this way—capital fun—lots of beer—hogsheads; - rounds of beef—bullocks; mustard—cart-loads; glorious day—down - with you—make yourself at home—glad to see you—very.’ + ‘This way—this way—capital fun—lots of beer—hogsheads; + rounds of beef—bullocks; mustard—cart-loads; glorious day—down + with you—make yourself at home—glad to see you—very.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick sat down as he was bid, and Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass also @@ -5205,27 +5137,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger on in silent wonder. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Wardle—a friend of mine,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Mr. Wardle—a friend of mine,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Friend of yours!—My dear sir, how are you?—Friend of my - friend’s—give me your hand, sir’—and the stranger grasped Mr. - Wardle’s hand with all the fervour of a close intimacy of many years, and + ‘Friend of yours!—My dear sir, how are you?—Friend of my + friend’s—give me your hand, sir’—and the stranger grasped Mr. + Wardle’s hand with all the fervour of a close intimacy of many years, and then stepped back a pace or two as if to take a full survey of his face and figure, and then shook hands with him again, if possible, more warmly than before. </p> <p> - ‘Well; and how came you here?’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile in which + ‘Well; and how came you here?’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile in which benevolence struggled with surprise. </p> <p> - ‘Come,’ replied the stranger—‘stopping at Crown—Crown at - Muggleton—met a party—flannel jackets—white trousers—anchovy - sandwiches—devilled kidney—splendid fellows—glorious.’ + ‘Come,’ replied the stranger—‘stopping at Crown—Crown at + Muggleton—met a party—flannel jackets—white trousers—anchovy + sandwiches—devilled kidney—splendid fellows—glorious.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick was sufficiently versed in the stranger’s system of + Mr. Pickwick was sufficiently versed in the stranger’s system of stenography to infer from this rapid and disjointed communication that he had, somehow or other, contracted an acquaintance with the All-Muggletons, which he had converted, by a process peculiar to himself, into that extent @@ -5240,10 +5172,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Luffey, the highest ornament of Dingley Dell, was pitched to bowl against the redoubtable Dumkins, and Mr. Struggles was selected to do the same kind office for the hitherto unconquered Podder. Several players were - stationed, to ‘look out,’ in different parts of the field, and each fixed + stationed, to ‘look out,’ in different parts of the field, and each fixed himself into the proper attitude by placing one hand on each knee, and - stooping very much as if he were ‘making a back’ for some beginner at - leap-frog. All the regular players do this sort of thing;—indeed it + stooping very much as if he were ‘making a back’ for some beginner at + leap-frog. All the regular players do this sort of thing;—indeed it is generally supposed that it is quite impossible to look out properly in any other position. </p> @@ -5255,16 +5187,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his eyes fixed on the motions of Luffey. </p> <p> - ‘Play!’ suddenly cried the bowler. The ball flew from his hand straight + ‘Play!’ suddenly cried the bowler. The ball flew from his hand straight and swift towards the centre stump of the wicket. The wary Dumkins was on the alert: it fell upon the tip of the bat, and bounded far away over the heads of the scouts, who had just stooped low enough to let it fly over them. </p> <p> - ‘Run—run—another.—Now, then throw her up—up with - her—stop there—another—no—yes—no—throw - her up, throw her up!’—Such were the shouts which followed the + ‘Run—run—another.—Now, then throw her up—up with + her—stop there—another—no—yes—no—throw + her up, throw her up!’—Such were the shouts which followed the stroke; and at the conclusion of which All-Muggleton had scored two. Nor was Podder behindhand in earning laurels wherewith to garnish himself and Muggleton. He blocked the doubtful balls, missed the bad ones, took the @@ -5274,14 +5206,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger essay to stop the progress of the ball, it rolled between his legs or slipped between his fingers. Did a slim gentleman try to catch it, it struck him on the nose, and bounded pleasantly off with redoubled - violence, while the slim gentleman’s eyes filled with water, and his form + violence, while the slim gentleman’s eyes filled with water, and his form writhed with anguish. Was it thrown straight up to the wicket, Dumkins had reached it before the ball. In short, when Dumkins was caught out, and Podder stumped out, All-Muggleton had notched some fifty-four, while the score of the Dingley Dellers was as blank as their faces. The advantage was too great to be recovered. In vain did the eager Luffey, and the enthusiastic Struggles, do all that skill and experience could suggest, to - regain the ground Dingley Dell had lost in the contest—it was of no + regain the ground Dingley Dell had lost in the contest—it was of no avail; and in an early period of the winning game Dingley Dell gave in, and allowed the superior prowess of All-Muggleton. </p> @@ -5292,92 +5224,92 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger not fail to have been highly gratifying to the party concerned; while at every bad attempt at a catch, and every failure to stop the ball, he launched his personal displeasure at the head of the devoted individual in - such denunciations as—‘Ah, ah!—stupid’—‘Now, - butter-fingers’—‘Muff’—‘Humbug’—and so forth—ejaculations + such denunciations as—‘Ah, ah!—stupid’—‘Now, + butter-fingers’—‘Muff’—‘Humbug’—and so forth—ejaculations which seemed to establish him in the opinion of all around, as a most excellent and undeniable judge of the whole art and mystery of the noble game of cricket. </p> <p> - ‘Capital game—well played—some strokes admirable,’ said the + ‘Capital game—well played—some strokes admirable,’ said the stranger, as both sides crowded into the tent, at the conclusion of the game. </p> <p> - ‘You have played it, sir?’ inquired Mr. Wardle, who had been much amused + ‘You have played it, sir?’ inquired Mr. Wardle, who had been much amused by his loquacity. </p> <p> - ‘Played it! Think I have—thousands of times—not here—West - Indies—exciting thing—hot work—very.’ ‘It must be rather - a warm pursuit in such a climate,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Played it! Think I have—thousands of times—not here—West + Indies—exciting thing—hot work—very.’ ‘It must be rather + a warm pursuit in such a climate,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Warm!—red hot—scorching—glowing. Played a match once—single - wicket—friend the colonel—Sir Thomas Blazo—who should - get the greatest number of runs.—Won the toss—first innings—seven - o’clock A.M.—six natives to look out—went in; kept in—heat - intense—natives all fainted—taken away—fresh half-dozen - ordered—fainted also—Blazo bowling—supported by two - natives—couldn’t bowl me out—fainted too—cleared away - the colonel—wouldn’t give in—faithful attendant—Quanko - Samba—last man left—sun so hot, bat in blisters, ball scorched - brown—five hundred and seventy runs—rather exhausted—Quanko - mustered up last remaining strength—bowled me out—had a bath, - and went out to dinner.’ + ‘Warm!—red hot—scorching—glowing. Played a match once—single + wicket—friend the colonel—Sir Thomas Blazo—who should + get the greatest number of runs.—Won the toss—first innings—seven + o’clock A.M.—six natives to look out—went in; kept in—heat + intense—natives all fainted—taken away—fresh half-dozen + ordered—fainted also—Blazo bowling—supported by two + natives—couldn’t bowl me out—fainted too—cleared away + the colonel—wouldn’t give in—faithful attendant—Quanko + Samba—last man left—sun so hot, bat in blisters, ball scorched + brown—five hundred and seventy runs—rather exhausted—Quanko + mustered up last remaining strength—bowled me out—had a bath, + and went out to dinner.’ </p> <p> - ‘And what became of what’s-his-name, Sir?’ inquired an old gentleman. + ‘And what became of what’s-his-name, Sir?’ inquired an old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Blazo?’ + ‘Blazo?’ </p> <p> - ‘No—the other gentleman.’ + ‘No—the other gentleman.’ </p> <p> - Quanko Samba?’ + Quanko Samba?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Poor Quanko—never recovered it—bowled on, on my account—bowled - off, on his own—died, sir.’ Here the stranger buried his countenance + ‘Poor Quanko—never recovered it—bowled on, on my account—bowled + off, on his own—died, sir.’ Here the stranger buried his countenance in a brown jug, but whether to hide his emotion or imbibe its contents, we cannot distinctly affirm. We only know that he paused suddenly, drew a long and deep breath, and looked anxiously on, as two of the principal - members of the Dingley Dell club approached Mr. Pickwick, and said— + members of the Dingley Dell club approached Mr. Pickwick, and said— </p> <p> - ‘We are about to partake of a plain dinner at the Blue Lion, Sir; we hope - you and your friends will join us.’ + ‘We are about to partake of a plain dinner at the Blue Lion, Sir; we hope + you and your friends will join us.’ </p> <p> - Of course,’ said Mr. Wardle, ‘among our friends we include Mr.—;’ + Of course,’ said Mr. Wardle, ‘among our friends we include Mr.—;’ and he looked towards the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘Jingle,’ said that versatile gentleman, taking the hint at once. ‘Jingle—Alfred - Jingle, Esq., of No Hall, Nowhere.’ + ‘Jingle,’ said that versatile gentleman, taking the hint at once. ‘Jingle—Alfred + Jingle, Esq., of No Hall, Nowhere.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall be very happy, I am sure,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I shall be very happy, I am sure,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘So shall I,’ said Mr. Alfred Jingle, drawing one arm through Mr. - Pickwick’s, and another through Mr. Wardle’s, as he whispered - confidentially in the ear of the former gentleman:— + ‘So shall I,’ said Mr. Alfred Jingle, drawing one arm through Mr. + Pickwick’s, and another through Mr. Wardle’s, as he whispered + confidentially in the ear of the former gentleman:— </p> <p> - ‘Devilish good dinner—cold, but capital—peeped into the room - this morning—fowls and pies, and all that sort of thing—pleasant - fellows these—well behaved, too—very.’ + ‘Devilish good dinner—cold, but capital—peeped into the room + this morning—fowls and pies, and all that sort of thing—pleasant + fellows these—well behaved, too—very.’ </p> <p> There being no further preliminaries to arrange, the company straggled into the town in little knots of twos and threes; and within a quarter of - an hour were all seated in the great room of the Blue Lion Inn, Muggleton—Mr. + an hour were all seated in the great room of the Blue Lion Inn, Muggleton—Mr. Dumkins acting as chairman, and Mr. Luffey officiating as vice. </p> <p> @@ -5387,71 +5319,71 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger every of which item of confusion, the facetious Mr. Jingle lent the aid of half-a-dozen ordinary men at least. When everybody had eaten as much as possible, the cloth was removed, bottles, glasses, and dessert were placed - on the table; and the waiters withdrew to ‘clear away,’ or in other words, + on the table; and the waiters withdrew to ‘clear away,’ or in other words, to appropriate to their own private use and emolument whatever remnants of the eatables and drinkables they could contrive to lay their hands on. </p> <p> Amidst the general hum of mirth and conversation that ensued, there was a - little man with a puffy Say-nothing-to-me,-or-I’ll-contradict-you sort of + little man with a puffy Say-nothing-to-me,-or-I’ll-contradict-you sort of countenance, who remained very quiet; occasionally looking round him when the conversation slackened, as if he contemplated putting in something very weighty; and now and then bursting into a short cough of inexpressible grandeur. At length, during a moment of comparative silence, - the little man called out in a very loud, solemn voice,— + the little man called out in a very loud, solemn voice,— </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Luffey!’ + ‘Mr. Luffey!’ </p> <p> Everybody was hushed into a profound stillness as the individual - addressed, replied— + addressed, replied— </p> <p> - ‘Sir!’ + ‘Sir!’ </p> <p> - ‘I wish to address a few words to you, Sir, if you will entreat the - gentlemen to fill their glasses.’ + ‘I wish to address a few words to you, Sir, if you will entreat the + gentlemen to fill their glasses.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Jingle uttered a patronising ‘Hear, hear,’ which was responded to by + Mr. Jingle uttered a patronising ‘Hear, hear,’ which was responded to by the remainder of the company; and the glasses having been filled, the vice-president assumed an air of wisdom in a state of profound attention; - and said— + and said— </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Staple.’ + ‘Mr. Staple.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said the little man, rising, ‘I wish to address what I have to say + ‘Sir,’ said the little man, rising, ‘I wish to address what I have to say to you and not to our worthy chairman, because our worthy chairman is in - some measure—I may say in a great degree—the subject of what I - have to say, or I may say to—to—’ + some measure—I may say in a great degree—the subject of what I + have to say, or I may say to—to—’ </p> <p> - ‘State,’ suggested Mr. Jingle. + ‘State,’ suggested Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, to state,’ said the little man, ‘I thank my honourable friend, if he + ‘Yes, to state,’ said the little man, ‘I thank my honourable friend, if he will allow me to call him so (four hears and one certainly from Mr. - Jingle), for the suggestion. Sir, I am a Deller—a Dingley Deller + Jingle), for the suggestion. Sir, I am a Deller—a Dingley Deller (cheers). I cannot lay claim to the honour of forming an item in the population of Muggleton; nor, Sir, I will frankly admit, do I covet that honour: and I will tell you why, Sir (hear); to Muggleton I will readily concede all these honours and distinctions to which it can fairly lay - claim—they are too numerous and too well known to require aid or + claim—they are too numerous and too well known to require aid or recapitulation from me. But, sir, while we remember that Muggleton has given birth to a Dumkins and a Podder, let us never forget that Dingley Dell can boast a Luffey and a Struggles. (Vociferous cheering.) Let me not be considered as wishing to detract from the merits of the former gentlemen. Sir, I envy them the luxury of their own feelings on this occasion. (Cheers.) Every gentleman who hears me, is probably acquainted - with the reply made by an individual, who—to use an ordinary figure - of speech—“hung out” in a tub, to the emperor Alexander:—“if I - were not Diogenes,” said he, “I would be Alexander.” I can well imagine - these gentlemen to say, “If I were not Dumkins I would be Luffey; if I - were not Podder I would be Struggles.” (Enthusiasm.) But, gentlemen of + with the reply made by an individual, who—to use an ordinary figure + of speech—“hung out” in a tub, to the emperor Alexander:—“if I + were not Diogenes,” said he, “I would be Alexander.” I can well imagine + these gentlemen to say, “If I were not Dumkins I would be Luffey; if I + were not Podder I would be Struggles.” (Enthusiasm.) But, gentlemen of Muggleton, is it in cricket alone that your fellow-townsmen stand pre-eminent? Have you never heard of Dumkins and determination? Have you never been taught to associate Podder with property? (Great applause.) @@ -5461,7 +5393,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Dumkins laid afresh within your breast the fire which had just gone out; and has not a word from that man lighted it again as brightly as if it had never expired? (Great cheering.) Gentlemen, I beg to surround with a rich - halo of enthusiastic cheering the united names of “Dumkins and Podder.”’ + halo of enthusiastic cheering the united names of “Dumkins and Podder.”’ </p> <p> Here the little man ceased, and here the company commenced a raising of @@ -5479,30 +5411,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger these addresses before our ardent readers. Mr. Snodgrass, as usual, took a great mass of notes, which would no doubt have afforded most useful and valuable information, had not the burning eloquence of the words or the - feverish influence of the wine made that gentleman’s hand so extremely + feverish influence of the wine made that gentleman’s hand so extremely unsteady, as to render his writing nearly unintelligible, and his style wholly so. By dint of patient investigation, we have been enabled to trace some characters bearing a faint resemblance to the names of the speakers; and we can only discern an entry of a song (supposed to have been sung by - Mr. Jingle), in which the words ‘bowl’ ‘sparkling’ ‘ruby’ ‘bright’ and - ‘wine’ are frequently repeated at short intervals. We fancy, too, that we + Mr. Jingle), in which the words ‘bowl’ ‘sparkling’ ‘ruby’ ‘bright’ and + ‘wine’ are frequently repeated at short intervals. We fancy, too, that we can discern at the very end of the notes, some indistinct reference to - ‘broiled bones’; and then the words ‘cold’ ‘without’ occur: but as any + ‘broiled bones’; and then the words ‘cold’ ‘without’ occur: but as any hypothesis we could found upon them must necessarily rest upon mere conjecture, we are not disposed to indulge in any of the speculations to which they may give rise. </p> <p> We will therefore return to Mr. Tupman; merely adding that within some few - minutes before twelve o’clock that night, the convocation of worthies of + minutes before twelve o’clock that night, the convocation of worthies of Dingley Dell and Muggleton were heard to sing, with great feeling and emphasis, the beautiful and pathetic national air of </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘We won’t go home till morning, - We won’t go home till morning, - We won’t go home till morning, - Till daylight doth appear.’ + ‘We won’t go home till morning, + We won’t go home till morning, + We won’t go home till morning, + Till daylight doth appear.’ </pre> <p> <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> @@ -5528,7 +5460,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger no claim, which distinguished her from any female on whom Mr. Tupman had ever gazed. That there was something kindred in their nature, something congenial in their souls, something mysteriously sympathetic in their - bosoms, was evident. Her name was the first that rose to Mr. Tupman’s lips + bosoms, was evident. Her name was the first that rose to Mr. Tupman’s lips as he lay wounded on the grass; and her hysteric laughter was the first sound that fell upon his ear when he was supported to the house. But had her agitation arisen from an amiable and feminine sensibility which would @@ -5547,21 +5479,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger certain unwieldy animals attached to the farm; and there sat the interesting pair, uncared for by all, caring for none, and dreaming only of themselves; there they sat, in short, like a pair of carefully-folded - kid gloves—bound up in each other. + kid gloves—bound up in each other. </p> <p> - ‘I have forgotten my flowers,’ said the spinster aunt. + ‘I have forgotten my flowers,’ said the spinster aunt. </p> <p> - ‘Water them now,’ said Mr. Tupman, in accents of persuasion. + ‘Water them now,’ said Mr. Tupman, in accents of persuasion. </p> <p> - ‘You will take cold in the evening air,’ urged the spinster aunt + ‘You will take cold in the evening air,’ urged the spinster aunt affectionately. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Tupman, rising; ‘it will do me good. Let me accompany - you.’ + ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Tupman, rising; ‘it will do me good. Let me accompany + you.’ </p> <p> The lady paused to adjust the sling in which the left arm of the youth was @@ -5569,7 +5501,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> There was a bower at the farther end, with honeysuckle, jessamine, and - creeping plants—one of those sweet retreats which humane men erect + creeping plants—one of those sweet retreats which humane men erect for the accommodation of spiders. </p> <p> @@ -5578,63 +5510,63 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to a seat beside him. </p> <p> - ‘Miss Wardle!’ said he. + ‘Miss Wardle!’ said he. </p> <p> The spinster aunt trembled, till some pebbles which had accidentally found - their way into the large watering-pot shook like an infant’s rattle. + their way into the large watering-pot shook like an infant’s rattle. </p> <p> - ‘Miss Wardle,’ said Mr. Tupman, ‘you are an angel.’ + ‘Miss Wardle,’ said Mr. Tupman, ‘you are an angel.’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Tupman!’ exclaimed Rachael, blushing as red as the watering-pot + ‘Mr. Tupman!’ exclaimed Rachael, blushing as red as the watering-pot itself. </p> <p> - ‘Nay,’ said the eloquent Pickwickian—‘I know it but too well.’ + ‘Nay,’ said the eloquent Pickwickian—‘I know it but too well.’ </p> <p> - ‘All women are angels, they say,’ murmured the lady playfully. + ‘All women are angels, they say,’ murmured the lady playfully. </p> <p> - ‘Then what can you be; or to what, without presumption, can I compare - you?’ replied Mr. Tupman. ‘Where was the woman ever seen who resembled + ‘Then what can you be; or to what, without presumption, can I compare + you?’ replied Mr. Tupman. ‘Where was the woman ever seen who resembled you? Where else could I hope to find so rare a combination of excellence - and beauty? Where else could I seek to—Oh!’ Here Mr. Tupman paused, + and beauty? Where else could I seek to—Oh!’ Here Mr. Tupman paused, and pressed the hand which clasped the handle of the happy watering-pot. </p> <p> - The lady turned aside her head. ‘Men are such deceivers,’ she softly + The lady turned aside her head. ‘Men are such deceivers,’ she softly whispered. </p> <p> - ‘They are, they are,’ ejaculated Mr. Tupman; ‘but not all men. There lives - at least one being who can never change—one being who would be - content to devote his whole existence to your happiness—who lives - but in your eyes—who breathes but in your smiles—who bears the - heavy burden of life itself only for you.’ + ‘They are, they are,’ ejaculated Mr. Tupman; ‘but not all men. There lives + at least one being who can never change—one being who would be + content to devote his whole existence to your happiness—who lives + but in your eyes—who breathes but in your smiles—who bears the + heavy burden of life itself only for you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Could such an individual be found—’ said the lady. + ‘Could such an individual be found—’ said the lady. </p> <p> - ‘But he <i>can</i> be found,’ said the ardent Mr. Tupman, interposing. ‘He - <i>is</i> found. He is here, Miss Wardle.’ And ere the lady was aware of + ‘But he <i>can</i> be found,’ said the ardent Mr. Tupman, interposing. ‘He + <i>is</i> found. He is here, Miss Wardle.’ And ere the lady was aware of his intention, Mr. Tupman had sunk upon his knees at her feet. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Tupman, rise,’ said Rachael. + ‘Mr. Tupman, rise,’ said Rachael. </p> <p> - ‘Never!’ was the valorous reply. ‘Oh, Rachael!’ He seized her passive + ‘Never!’ was the valorous reply. ‘Oh, Rachael!’ He seized her passive hand, and the watering-pot fell to the ground as he pressed it to his - lips.—‘Oh, Rachael! say you love me.’ + lips.—‘Oh, Rachael! say you love me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Tupman,’ said the spinster aunt, with averted head, ‘I can hardly - speak the words; but—but—you are not wholly indifferent to - me.’ + ‘Mr. Tupman,’ said the spinster aunt, with averted head, ‘I can hardly + speak the words; but—but—you are not wholly indifferent to + me.’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman no sooner heard this avowal, than he proceeded to do what his @@ -5644,10 +5576,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger aunt, imprinted upon her lips numerous kisses, which after a due show of struggling and resistance, she received so passively, that there is no telling how many more Mr. Tupman might have bestowed, if the lady had not - given a very unaffected start, and exclaimed in an affrighted tone— + given a very unaffected start, and exclaimed in an affrighted tone— </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Tupman, we are observed!—we are discovered!’ + ‘Mr. Tupman, we are observed!—we are discovered!’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman looked round. There was the fat boy, perfectly motionless, with @@ -5656,9 +5588,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger referred to astonishment, curiosity, or any other known passion that agitates the human breast. Mr. Tupman gazed on the fat boy, and the fat boy stared at him; and the longer Mr. Tupman observed the utter vacancy of - the fat boy’s countenance, the more convinced he became that he either did + the fat boy’s countenance, the more convinced he became that he either did not know, or did not understand, anything that had been going forward. - Under this impression, he said with great firmness— + Under this impression, he said with great firmness— </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/0164m.jpg" alt="0164m " /><br /> @@ -5667,16 +5599,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0164.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘What do you want here, Sir?’ + ‘What do you want here, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Supper’s ready, sir,’ was the prompt reply. + ‘Supper’s ready, sir,’ was the prompt reply. </p> <p> - ‘Have you just come here, sir?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, with a piercing look. + ‘Have you just come here, sir?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, with a piercing look. </p> <p> - ‘Just,’ replied the fat boy. + ‘Just,’ replied the fat boy. </p> <p> Mr. Tupman looked at him very hard again; but there was not a wink in his @@ -5687,10 +5619,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger house; the fat boy followed behind. </p> <p> - ‘He knows nothing of what has happened,’ he whispered. + ‘He knows nothing of what has happened,’ he whispered. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing,’ said the spinster aunt. + ‘Nothing,’ said the spinster aunt. </p> <p> There was a sound behind them, as of an imperfectly suppressed chuckle. @@ -5699,30 +5631,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger visage. </p> <p> - ‘He must have been fast asleep,’ whispered Mr. Tupman. + ‘He must have been fast asleep,’ whispered Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘I have not the least doubt of it,’ replied the spinster aunt. + ‘I have not the least doubt of it,’ replied the spinster aunt. </p> <p> They both laughed heartily. </p> <p> Mr. Tupman was wrong. The fat boy, for once, had not been fast asleep. He - was awake—wide awake—to what had been going forward. + was awake—wide awake—to what had been going forward. </p> <p> The supper passed off without any attempt at a general conversation. The old lady had gone to bed; Isabella Wardle devoted herself exclusively to - Mr. Trundle; the spinster’s attentions were reserved for Mr. Tupman; and - Emily’s thoughts appeared to be engrossed by some distant object—possibly + Mr. Trundle; the spinster’s attentions were reserved for Mr. Tupman; and + Emily’s thoughts appeared to be engrossed by some distant object—possibly they were with the absent Snodgrass. </p> <p> - Eleven—twelve—one o’clock had struck, and the gentlemen had + Eleven—twelve—one o’clock had struck, and the gentlemen had not arrived. Consternation sat on every face. Could they have been waylaid and robbed? Should they send men and lanterns in every direction by which - they could be supposed likely to have travelled home? or should they—Hark! + they could be supposed likely to have travelled home? or should they—Hark! there they were. What could have made them so late? A strange voice, too! To whom could it belong? They rushed into the kitchen, whither the truants had repaired, and at once obtained rather more than a glimmering of the @@ -5743,25 +5675,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger portrayed in every lineament of his expressive face. </p> <p> - ‘Is anything the matter?’ inquired the three ladies. + ‘Is anything the matter?’ inquired the three ladies. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing the matter,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘We—we’re—all - right.—I say, Wardle, we’re all right, ain’t we?’ + ‘Nothing the matter,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘We—we’re—all + right.—I say, Wardle, we’re all right, ain’t we?’ </p> <p> - ‘I should think so,’ replied the jolly host.—‘My dears, here’s my - friend Mr. Jingle—Mr. Pickwick’s friend, Mr. Jingle, come ‘pon—little - visit.’ + ‘I should think so,’ replied the jolly host.—‘My dears, here’s my + friend Mr. Jingle—Mr. Pickwick’s friend, Mr. Jingle, come ‘pon—little + visit.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is anything the matter with Mr. Snodgrass, Sir?’ inquired Emily, with + ‘Is anything the matter with Mr. Snodgrass, Sir?’ inquired Emily, with great anxiety. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing the matter, ma’am,’ replied the stranger. ‘Cricket dinner—glorious - party—capital songs—old port—claret—good—very - good—wine, ma’am—wine.’ + ‘Nothing the matter, ma’am,’ replied the stranger. ‘Cricket dinner—glorious + party—capital songs—old port—claret—good—very + good—wine, ma’am—wine.’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/0168m.jpg" alt="0168m " /><br /> @@ -5770,34 +5702,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0168.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘It wasn’t the wine,’ murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. ‘It was - the salmon.’ (Somehow or other, it never is the wine, in these cases.) + ‘It wasn’t the wine,’ murmured Mr. Snodgrass, in a broken voice. ‘It was + the salmon.’ (Somehow or other, it never is the wine, in these cases.) </p> <p> - ‘Hadn’t they better go to bed, ma’am?’ inquired Emma. ‘Two of the boys - will carry the gentlemen upstairs.’ + ‘Hadn’t they better go to bed, ma’am?’ inquired Emma. ‘Two of the boys + will carry the gentlemen upstairs.’ </p> <p> - ‘I won’t go to bed,’ said Mr. Winkle firmly. + ‘I won’t go to bed,’ said Mr. Winkle firmly. </p> <p> - ‘No living boy shall carry me,’ said Mr. Pickwick stoutly; and he went on + ‘No living boy shall carry me,’ said Mr. Pickwick stoutly; and he went on smiling as before. </p> <p> - ‘Hurrah!’ gasped Mr. Winkle faintly. + ‘Hurrah!’ gasped Mr. Winkle faintly. </p> <p> - ‘Hurrah!’ echoed Mr. Pickwick, taking off his hat and dashing it on the + ‘Hurrah!’ echoed Mr. Pickwick, taking off his hat and dashing it on the floor, and insanely casting his spectacles into the middle of the kitchen. At this humorous feat he laughed outright. </p> <p> - ‘Let’s—have—‘nother—bottle,’ cried Mr. Winkle, + ‘Let’s—have—‘nother—bottle,’ cried Mr. Winkle, commencing in a very loud key, and ending in a very faint one. His head dropped upon his breast; and, muttering his invincible determination not - to go to his bed, and a sanguinary regret that he had not ‘done for old - Tupman’ in the morning, he fell fast asleep; in which condition he was + to go to his bed, and a sanguinary regret that he had not ‘done for old + Tupman’ in the morning, he fell fast asleep; in which condition he was borne to his apartment by two young giants under the personal superintendence of the fat boy, to whose protecting care Mr. Snodgrass shortly afterwards confided his own person, Mr. Pickwick accepted the @@ -5808,34 +5740,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger futile attempt to look impressively solemn and dignified. </p> <p> - ‘What a shocking scene!’ said the spinster aunt. + ‘What a shocking scene!’ said the spinster aunt. </p> <p> - ‘Dis-gusting!’ ejaculated both the young ladies. + ‘Dis-gusting!’ ejaculated both the young ladies. </p> <p> - ‘Dreadful—dreadful!’ said Jingle, looking very grave: he was about a - bottle and a half ahead of any of his companions. ‘Horrid spectacle—very!’ + ‘Dreadful—dreadful!’ said Jingle, looking very grave: he was about a + bottle and a half ahead of any of his companions. ‘Horrid spectacle—very!’ </p> <p> - ‘What a nice man!’ whispered the spinster aunt to Mr. Tupman. + ‘What a nice man!’ whispered the spinster aunt to Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Good-looking, too!’ whispered Emily Wardle. + ‘Good-looking, too!’ whispered Emily Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, decidedly,’ observed the spinster aunt. + ‘Oh, decidedly,’ observed the spinster aunt. </p> <p> Mr. Tupman thought of the widow at Rochester, and his mind was troubled. - The succeeding half-hour’s conversation was not of a nature to calm his + The succeeding half-hour’s conversation was not of a nature to calm his perturbed spirit. The new visitor was very talkative, and the number of his anecdotes was only to be exceeded by the extent of his politeness. Mr. - Tupman felt that as Jingle’s popularity increased, he (Tupman) retired - further into the shade. His laughter was forced—his merriment + Tupman felt that as Jingle’s popularity increased, he (Tupman) retired + further into the shade. His laughter was forced—his merriment feigned; and when at last he laid his aching temples between the sheets, he thought, with horrid delight, on the satisfaction it would afford him - to have Jingle’s head at that moment between the feather bed and the + to have Jingle’s head at that moment between the feather bed and the mattress. </p> <p> @@ -5845,17 +5777,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of the breakfast-table. So successful were his efforts, that even the deaf old lady insisted on having one or two of his best jokes retailed through the trumpet; and even she condescended to observe to the spinster aunt, - that ‘He’ (meaning Jingle) ‘was an impudent young fellow:’ a sentiment in + that ‘He’ (meaning Jingle) ‘was an impudent young fellow:’ a sentiment in which all her relations then and there present thoroughly coincided. </p> <p> - It was the old lady’s habit on the fine summer mornings to repair to the + It was the old lady’s habit on the fine summer mornings to repair to the arbour in which Mr. Tupman had already signalised himself, in form and manner following: first, the fat boy fetched from a peg behind the old - lady’s bedroom door, a close black satin bonnet, a warm cotton shawl, and + lady’s bedroom door, a close black satin bonnet, a warm cotton shawl, and a thick stick with a capacious handle; and the old lady, having put on the bonnet and shawl at her leisure, would lean one hand on the stick and the - other on the fat boy’s shoulder, and walk leisurely to the arbour, where + other on the fat boy’s shoulder, and walk leisurely to the arbour, where the fat boy would leave her to enjoy the fresh air for the space of half an hour; at the expiration of which time he would return and reconduct her to the house. @@ -5870,116 +5802,116 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger mystery. </p> <p> - The old lady was timorous—most old ladies are—and her first + The old lady was timorous—most old ladies are—and her first impression was that the bloated lad was about to do her some grievous bodily harm with the view of possessing himself of her loose coin. She would have cried for assistance, but age and infirmity had long ago deprived her of the power of screaming; she, therefore, watched his motions with feelings of intense horror which were in no degree diminished by his coming close up to her, and shouting in her ear in an agitated, and - as it seemed to her, a threatening tone— + as it seemed to her, a threatening tone— </p> <p> - ‘Missus!’ + ‘Missus!’ </p> <p> Now it so happened that Mr. Jingle was walking in the garden close to the - arbour at that moment. He too heard the shouts of ‘Missus,’ and stopped to + arbour at that moment. He too heard the shouts of ‘Missus,’ and stopped to hear more. There were three reasons for his doing so. In the first place, he was idle and curious; secondly, he was by no means scrupulous; thirdly, and lastly, he was concealed from view by some flowering shrubs. So there he stood, and there he listened. </p> <p> - ‘Missus!’ shouted the fat boy. + ‘Missus!’ shouted the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Joe,’ said the trembling old lady. ‘I’m sure I have been a good + ‘Well, Joe,’ said the trembling old lady. ‘I’m sure I have been a good mistress to you, Joe. You have invariably been treated very kindly. You - have never had too much to do; and you have always had enough to eat.’ + have never had too much to do; and you have always had enough to eat.’ </p> <p> - This last was an appeal to the fat boy’s most sensitive feelings. He - seemed touched, as he replied emphatically— + This last was an appeal to the fat boy’s most sensitive feelings. He + seemed touched, as he replied emphatically— </p> <p> - ‘I knows I has.’ + ‘I knows I has.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then what can you want to do now?’ said the old lady, gaining courage. + ‘Then what can you want to do now?’ said the old lady, gaining courage. </p> <p> - ‘I wants to make your flesh creep,’ replied the boy. + ‘I wants to make your flesh creep,’ replied the boy. </p> <p> - This sounded like a very bloodthirsty mode of showing one’s gratitude; and + This sounded like a very bloodthirsty mode of showing one’s gratitude; and as the old lady did not precisely understand the process by which such a result was to be attained, all her former horrors returned. </p> <p> - ‘What do you think I see in this very arbour last night?’ inquired the + ‘What do you think I see in this very arbour last night?’ inquired the boy. </p> <p> - ‘Bless us! What?’ exclaimed the old lady, alarmed at the solemn manner of + ‘Bless us! What?’ exclaimed the old lady, alarmed at the solemn manner of the corpulent youth. </p> <p> - ‘The strange gentleman—him as had his arm hurt—a-kissin’ and - huggin’—’ + ‘The strange gentleman—him as had his arm hurt—a-kissin’ and + huggin’—’ </p> <p> - ‘Who, Joe? None of the servants, I hope.’ + ‘Who, Joe? None of the servants, I hope.’ </p> <p> - Worser than that,’ roared the fat boy, in the old lady’s ear. + Worser than that,’ roared the fat boy, in the old lady’s ear. </p> <p> - ‘Not one of my grandda’aters?’ + ‘Not one of my grandda’aters?’ </p> <p> - ‘Worser than that.’ + ‘Worser than that.’ </p> <p> - ‘Worse than that, Joe!’ said the old lady, who had thought this the - extreme limit of human atrocity. ‘Who was it, Joe? I insist upon knowing.’ + ‘Worse than that, Joe!’ said the old lady, who had thought this the + extreme limit of human atrocity. ‘Who was it, Joe? I insist upon knowing.’ </p> <p> The fat boy looked cautiously round, and having concluded his survey, - shouted in the old lady’s ear— + shouted in the old lady’s ear— </p> <p> - ‘Miss Rachael.’ + ‘Miss Rachael.’ </p> <p> - ‘What!’ said the old lady, in a shrill tone. ‘Speak louder.’ + ‘What!’ said the old lady, in a shrill tone. ‘Speak louder.’ </p> <p> - ‘Miss Rachael,’ roared the fat boy. + ‘Miss Rachael,’ roared the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘My da’ater!’ + ‘My da’ater!’ </p> <p> The train of nods which the fat boy gave by way of assent, communicated a blanc-mange like motion to his fat cheeks. </p> <p> - ‘And she suffered him!’ exclaimed the old lady. A grin stole over the fat - boy’s features as he said— + ‘And she suffered him!’ exclaimed the old lady. A grin stole over the fat + boy’s features as he said— </p> <p> - ‘I see her a-kissin’ of him agin.’ + ‘I see her a-kissin’ of him agin.’ </p> <p> If Mr. Jingle, from his place of concealment, could have beheld the - expression which the old lady’s face assumed at this communication, the + expression which the old lady’s face assumed at this communication, the probability is that a sudden burst of laughter would have betrayed his close vicinity to the summer-house. He listened attentively. Fragments of - angry sentences such as, ‘Without my permission!’—‘At her time of - life’—‘Miserable old ‘ooman like me’—‘Might have waited till I - was dead,’ and so forth, reached his ears; and then he heard the heels of - the fat boy’s boots crunching the gravel, as he retired and left the old + angry sentences such as, ‘Without my permission!’—‘At her time of + life’—‘Miserable old ‘ooman like me’—‘Might have waited till I + was dead,’ and so forth, reached his ears; and then he heard the heels of + the fat boy’s boots crunching the gravel, as he retired and left the old lady alone. </p> <p> @@ -5992,9 +5924,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger most desirable of all requisites, a small independence. The imperative necessity of ousting his rival by some means or other, flashed quickly upon him, and he immediately resolved to adopt certain proceedings tending - to that end and object, without a moment’s delay. Fielding tells us that + to that end and object, without a moment’s delay. Fielding tells us that man is fire, and woman tow, and the Prince of Darkness sets a light to - ‘em. Mr. Jingle knew that young men, to spinster aunts, are as lighted gas + ‘em. Mr. Jingle knew that young men, to spinster aunts, are as lighted gas to gunpowder, and he determined to essay the effect of an explosion without loss of time. </p> @@ -6009,123 +5941,123 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The breakfast-parlour door was partially open. He peeped in. The spinster aunt was knitting. He coughed; she looked up and smiled. Hesitation formed - no part of Mr. Alfred Jingle’s character. He laid his finger on his lips + no part of Mr. Alfred Jingle’s character. He laid his finger on his lips mysteriously, walked in, and closed the door. </p> <p> - ‘Miss Wardle,’ said Mr. Jingle, with affected earnestness, ‘forgive - intrusion—short acquaintance—no time for ceremony—all - discovered.’ + ‘Miss Wardle,’ said Mr. Jingle, with affected earnestness, ‘forgive + intrusion—short acquaintance—no time for ceremony—all + discovered.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir!’ said the spinster aunt, rather astonished by the unexpected - apparition and somewhat doubtful of Mr. Jingle’s sanity. + ‘Sir!’ said the spinster aunt, rather astonished by the unexpected + apparition and somewhat doubtful of Mr. Jingle’s sanity. </p> <p> - ‘Hush!’ said Mr. Jingle, in a stage-whisper—‘Large boy—dumpling - face—round eyes—rascal!’ Here he shook his head expressively, + ‘Hush!’ said Mr. Jingle, in a stage-whisper—‘Large boy—dumpling + face—round eyes—rascal!’ Here he shook his head expressively, and the spinster aunt trembled with agitation. </p> <p> - ‘I presume you allude to Joseph, Sir?’ said the lady, making an effort to + ‘I presume you allude to Joseph, Sir?’ said the lady, making an effort to appear composed. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, ma’am—damn that Joe!—treacherous dog, Joe—told the - old lady—old lady furious—wild—raving—arbour—Tupman—kissing - and hugging—all that sort of thing—eh, ma’am—eh?’ + ‘Yes, ma’am—damn that Joe!—treacherous dog, Joe—told the + old lady—old lady furious—wild—raving—arbour—Tupman—kissing + and hugging—all that sort of thing—eh, ma’am—eh?’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Jingle,’ said the spinster aunt, ‘if you come here, Sir, to insult me—’ + ‘Mr. Jingle,’ said the spinster aunt, ‘if you come here, Sir, to insult me—’ </p> <p> - ‘Not at all—by no means,’ replied the unabashed Mr. Jingle—‘overheard - the tale—came to warn you of your danger—tender my services—prevent - the hubbub. Never mind—think it an insult—leave the room’—and + ‘Not at all—by no means,’ replied the unabashed Mr. Jingle—‘overheard + the tale—came to warn you of your danger—tender my services—prevent + the hubbub. Never mind—think it an insult—leave the room’—and he turned, as if to carry the threat into execution. </p> <p> - ‘What <i>shall</i> I do!’ said the poor spinster, bursting into tears. ‘My - brother will be furious.’ + ‘What <i>shall</i> I do!’ said the poor spinster, bursting into tears. ‘My + brother will be furious.’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course he will,’ said Mr. Jingle pausing—‘outrageous.’ + ‘Of course he will,’ said Mr. Jingle pausing—‘outrageous.’ </p> <p> - Oh, Mr. Jingle, what <i>can</i> I say!’ exclaimed the spinster aunt, in + Oh, Mr. Jingle, what <i>can</i> I say!’ exclaimed the spinster aunt, in another flood of despair. </p> <p> - ‘Say he dreamt it,’ replied Mr. Jingle coolly. + ‘Say he dreamt it,’ replied Mr. Jingle coolly. </p> <p> A ray of comfort darted across the mind of the spinster aunt at this suggestion. Mr. Jingle perceived it, and followed up his advantage. </p> <p> - ‘Pooh, pooh!—nothing more easy—blackguard boy—lovely - woman—fat boy horsewhipped—you believed—end of the - matter—all comfortable.’ + ‘Pooh, pooh!—nothing more easy—blackguard boy—lovely + woman—fat boy horsewhipped—you believed—end of the + matter—all comfortable.’ </p> <p> Whether the probability of escaping from the consequences of this - ill-timed discovery was delightful to the spinster’s feelings, or whether - the hearing herself described as a ‘lovely woman’ softened the asperity of + ill-timed discovery was delightful to the spinster’s feelings, or whether + the hearing herself described as a ‘lovely woman’ softened the asperity of her grief, we know not. She blushed slightly, and cast a grateful look on Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> That insinuating gentleman sighed deeply, fixed his eyes on the spinster - aunt’s face for a couple of minutes, started melodramatically, and + aunt’s face for a couple of minutes, started melodramatically, and suddenly withdrew them. </p> <p> - ‘You seem unhappy, Mr. Jingle,’ said the lady, in a plaintive voice. ‘May + ‘You seem unhappy, Mr. Jingle,’ said the lady, in a plaintive voice. ‘May I show my gratitude for your kind interference, by inquiring into the - cause, with a view, if possible, to its removal?’ + cause, with a view, if possible, to its removal?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ha!’ exclaimed Mr. Jingle, with another start—‘removal! remove my + ‘Ha!’ exclaimed Mr. Jingle, with another start—‘removal! remove my unhappiness, and your love bestowed upon a man who is insensible to the - blessing—who even now contemplates a design upon the affections of - the niece of the creature who—but no; he is my friend; I will not - expose his vices. Miss Wardle—farewell!’ At the conclusion of this + blessing—who even now contemplates a design upon the affections of + the niece of the creature who—but no; he is my friend; I will not + expose his vices. Miss Wardle—farewell!’ At the conclusion of this address, the most consecutive he was ever known to utter, Mr. Jingle applied to his eyes the remnant of a handkerchief before noticed, and turned towards the door. </p> <p> - ‘Stay, Mr. Jingle!’ said the spinster aunt emphatically. ‘You have made an - allusion to Mr. Tupman—explain it.’ + ‘Stay, Mr. Jingle!’ said the spinster aunt emphatically. ‘You have made an + allusion to Mr. Tupman—explain it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Never!’ exclaimed Jingle, with a professional (i.e., theatrical) air. - ‘Never!’ and, by way of showing that he had no desire to be questioned + ‘Never!’ exclaimed Jingle, with a professional (i.e., theatrical) air. + ‘Never!’ and, by way of showing that he had no desire to be questioned further, he drew a chair close to that of the spinster aunt and sat down. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Jingle,’ said the aunt, ‘I entreat—I implore you, if there is - any dreadful mystery connected with Mr. Tupman, reveal it.’ + ‘Mr. Jingle,’ said the aunt, ‘I entreat—I implore you, if there is + any dreadful mystery connected with Mr. Tupman, reveal it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Can I,’ said Mr. Jingle, fixing his eyes on the aunt’s face—‘can I - see—lovely creature—sacrificed at the shrine—heartless - avarice!’ He appeared to be struggling with various conflicting emotions - for a few seconds, and then said in a low voice— ‘Tupman only wants - your money.’ + ‘Can I,’ said Mr. Jingle, fixing his eyes on the aunt’s face—‘can I + see—lovely creature—sacrificed at the shrine—heartless + avarice!’ He appeared to be struggling with various conflicting emotions + for a few seconds, and then said in a low voice— ‘Tupman only wants + your money.’ </p> <p> - ‘The wretch!’ exclaimed the spinster, with energetic indignation. (Mr. - Jingle’s doubts were resolved. She <i>had</i> money.) + ‘The wretch!’ exclaimed the spinster, with energetic indignation. (Mr. + Jingle’s doubts were resolved. She <i>had</i> money.) </p> <p> - ‘More than that,’ said Jingle—‘loves another.’ + ‘More than that,’ said Jingle—‘loves another.’ </p> <p> - ‘Another!’ ejaculated the spinster. ‘Who?’ + ‘Another!’ ejaculated the spinster. ‘Who?’ </p> <p> - Short girl—black eyes—niece Emily.’ + Short girl—black eyes—niece Emily.’ </p> <p> There was a pause. @@ -6135,102 +6067,102 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger aunt entertained a mortal and deep-rooted jealousy, it was this identical niece. The colour rushed over her face and neck, and she tossed her head in silence with an air of ineffable contempt. At last, biting her thin - lips, and bridling up, she said— + lips, and bridling up, she said— </p> <p> - ‘It can’t be. I won’t believe it.’ + ‘It can’t be. I won’t believe it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Watch ‘em,’ said Jingle. + ‘Watch ‘em,’ said Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘I will,’ said the aunt. + ‘I will,’ said the aunt. </p> <p> - ‘Watch his looks.’ + ‘Watch his looks.’ </p> <p> - ‘I will.’ + ‘I will.’ </p> <p> - ‘His whispers.’ + ‘His whispers.’ </p> <p> - ‘I will.’ + ‘I will.’ </p> <p> - ‘He’ll sit next her at table.’ + ‘He’ll sit next her at table.’ </p> <p> - ‘Let him.’ + ‘Let him.’ </p> <p> - ‘He’ll flatter her.’ + ‘He’ll flatter her.’ </p> <p> - ‘Let him.’ + ‘Let him.’ </p> <p> - ‘He’ll pay her every possible attention.’ + ‘He’ll pay her every possible attention.’ </p> <p> - ‘Let him.’ + ‘Let him.’ </p> <p> - ‘And he’ll cut you.’ + ‘And he’ll cut you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cut <i>me</i>!’ screamed the spinster aunt. ‘<i>he</i> cut <i>me</i>; - will he!’ and she trembled with rage and disappointment. + ‘Cut <i>me</i>!’ screamed the spinster aunt. ‘<i>he</i> cut <i>me</i>; + will he!’ and she trembled with rage and disappointment. </p> <p> - ‘You will convince yourself?’ said Jingle. + ‘You will convince yourself?’ said Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘I will.’ + ‘I will.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’ll show your spirit?’ + ‘You’ll show your spirit?’ </p> <p> - ‘I will.’ + ‘I will.’ </p> <p> - You’ll not have him afterwards?’ + You’ll not have him afterwards?’ </p> <p> - ‘Never.’ + ‘Never.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’ll take somebody else?’ + ‘You’ll take somebody else?’ </p> <p> - Yes.’ + Yes.’ </p> <p> - ‘You shall.’ + ‘You shall.’ </p> <p> Mr. Jingle fell on his knees, remained thereupon for five minutes - thereafter; and rose the accepted lover of the spinster aunt—conditionally - upon Mr. Tupman’s perjury being made clear and manifest. + thereafter; and rose the accepted lover of the spinster aunt—conditionally + upon Mr. Tupman’s perjury being made clear and manifest. </p> <p> The burden of proof lay with Mr. Alfred Jingle; and he produced his evidence that very day at dinner. The spinster aunt could hardly believe - her eyes. Mr. Tracy Tupman was established at Emily’s side, ogling, + her eyes. Mr. Tracy Tupman was established at Emily’s side, ogling, whispering, and smiling, in opposition to Mr. Snodgrass. Not a word, not a - look, not a glance, did he bestow upon his heart’s pride of the evening + look, not a glance, did he bestow upon his heart’s pride of the evening before. </p> <p> - ‘Damn that boy!’ thought old Mr. Wardle to himself.—He had heard the - story from his mother. ‘Damn that boy! He must have been asleep. It’s all - imagination.’ + ‘Damn that boy!’ thought old Mr. Wardle to himself.—He had heard the + story from his mother. ‘Damn that boy! He must have been asleep. It’s all + imagination.’ </p> <p> - ‘Traitor!’ thought the spinster aunt. ‘Dear Mr. Jingle was not deceiving - me. Ugh! how I hate the wretch!’ + ‘Traitor!’ thought the spinster aunt. ‘Dear Mr. Jingle was not deceiving + me. Ugh! how I hate the wretch!’ </p> <p> The following conversation may serve to explain to our readers this @@ -6244,87 +6176,87 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger dialogue. </p> <p> - ‘How did I do it?’ he inquired. + ‘How did I do it?’ he inquired. </p> <p> - ‘Splendid—capital—couldn’t act better myself—you must - repeat the part to-morrow—every evening till further notice.’ + ‘Splendid—capital—couldn’t act better myself—you must + repeat the part to-morrow—every evening till further notice.’ </p> <p> - ‘Does Rachael still wish it?’ + ‘Does Rachael still wish it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course—she don’t like it—but must be done—avert - suspicion—afraid of her brother—says there’s no help for it—only - a few days more—when old folks blinded—crown your happiness.’ + ‘Of course—she don’t like it—but must be done—avert + suspicion—afraid of her brother—says there’s no help for it—only + a few days more—when old folks blinded—crown your happiness.’ </p> <p> - ‘Any message?’ + ‘Any message?’ </p> <p> - ‘Love—best love—kindest regards—unalterable affection. - Can I say anything for you?’ + ‘Love—best love—kindest regards—unalterable affection. + Can I say anything for you?’ </p> <p> - ‘My dear fellow,’ replied the unsuspicious Mr. Tupman, fervently grasping - his ‘friend’s’ hand—‘carry my best love—say how hard I find it - to dissemble—say anything that’s kind: but add how sensible I am of + ‘My dear fellow,’ replied the unsuspicious Mr. Tupman, fervently grasping + his ‘friend’s’ hand—‘carry my best love—say how hard I find it + to dissemble—say anything that’s kind: but add how sensible I am of the necessity of the suggestion she made to me, through you, this morning. - Say I applaud her wisdom and admire her discretion.’ + Say I applaud her wisdom and admire her discretion.’ </p> <p> - I will. Anything more?’ + I will. Anything more?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing, only add how ardently I long for the time when I may call her - mine, and all dissimulation may be unnecessary.’ + ‘Nothing, only add how ardently I long for the time when I may call her + mine, and all dissimulation may be unnecessary.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, certainly. Anything more?’ + ‘Certainly, certainly. Anything more?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, my friend!’ said poor Mr. Tupman, again grasping the hand of his - companion, ‘receive my warmest thanks for your disinterested kindness; and + ‘Oh, my friend!’ said poor Mr. Tupman, again grasping the hand of his + companion, ‘receive my warmest thanks for your disinterested kindness; and forgive me if I have ever, even in thought, done you the injustice of supposing that you could stand in my way. My dear friend, can I ever repay - you?’ + you?’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t talk of it,’ replied Mr. Jingle. He stopped short, as if suddenly - recollecting something, and said—‘By the bye—can’t spare ten - pounds, can you?—very particular purpose—pay you in three - days.’ + ‘Don’t talk of it,’ replied Mr. Jingle. He stopped short, as if suddenly + recollecting something, and said—‘By the bye—can’t spare ten + pounds, can you?—very particular purpose—pay you in three + days.’ </p> <p> - ‘I dare say I can,’ replied Mr. Tupman, in the fulness of his heart. - ‘Three days, you say?’ + ‘I dare say I can,’ replied Mr. Tupman, in the fulness of his heart. + ‘Three days, you say?’ </p> <p> - ‘Only three days—all over then—no more difficulties.’ Mr. - Tupman counted the money into his companion’s hand, and he dropped it + ‘Only three days—all over then—no more difficulties.’ Mr. + Tupman counted the money into his companion’s hand, and he dropped it piece by piece into his pocket, as they walked towards the house. </p> <p> - ‘Be careful,’ said Mr. Jingle—‘not a look.’ + ‘Be careful,’ said Mr. Jingle—‘not a look.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not a wink,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Not a wink,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Not a syllable.’ + ‘Not a syllable.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not a whisper.’ + ‘Not a whisper.’ </p> <p> - ‘All your attentions to the niece—rather rude, than otherwise, to - the aunt—only way of deceiving the old ones.’ + ‘All your attentions to the niece—rather rude, than otherwise, to + the aunt—only way of deceiving the old ones.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll take care,’ said Mr. Tupman aloud. + ‘I’ll take care,’ said Mr. Tupman aloud. </p> <p> - ‘And <i>I’ll</i> take care,’ said Mr. Jingle internally; and they entered + ‘And <i>I’ll</i> take care,’ said Mr. Jingle internally; and they entered the house. </p> <p> @@ -6355,39 +6287,39 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger approach of the most convivial period in the whole four-and-twenty hours. </p> <p> - ‘Where’s Rachael?’ said Mr. Wardle. + ‘Where’s Rachael?’ said Mr. Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Ay, and Jingle?’ added Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Ay, and Jingle?’ added Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ said the host, ‘I wonder I haven’t missed him before. Why, I - don’t think I’ve heard his voice for two hours at least. Emily, my dear, - ring the bell.’ + ‘Dear me,’ said the host, ‘I wonder I haven’t missed him before. Why, I + don’t think I’ve heard his voice for two hours at least. Emily, my dear, + ring the bell.’ </p> <p> The bell was rung, and the fat boy appeared. </p> <p> - ‘Where’s Miss Rachael?’ He couldn’t say. + ‘Where’s Miss Rachael?’ He couldn’t say. </p> <p> - ‘Where’s Mr. Jingle, then?’ He didn’t know. Everybody looked surprised. It - was late—past eleven o’clock. Mr. Tupman laughed in his sleeve. They - were loitering somewhere, talking about him. Ha, ha! capital notion that—funny. + ‘Where’s Mr. Jingle, then?’ He didn’t know. Everybody looked surprised. It + was late—past eleven o’clock. Mr. Tupman laughed in his sleeve. They + were loitering somewhere, talking about him. Ha, ha! capital notion that—funny. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind,’ said Wardle, after a short pause. ‘They’ll turn up - presently, I dare say. I never wait supper for anybody.’ + ‘Never mind,’ said Wardle, after a short pause. ‘They’ll turn up + presently, I dare say. I never wait supper for anybody.’ </p> <p> - ‘Excellent rule, that,’ said Mr. Pickwick—‘admirable.’ + ‘Excellent rule, that,’ said Mr. Pickwick—‘admirable.’ </p> <p> - ‘Pray, sit down,’ said the host. + ‘Pray, sit down,’ said the host. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly’ said Mr. Pickwick; and down they sat. + ‘Certainly’ said Mr. Pickwick; and down they sat. </p> <p> There was a gigantic round of cold beef on the table, and Mr. Pickwick was @@ -6400,75 +6332,75 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Heavy footsteps were heard in the passage; the parlour door was suddenly - burst open; and the man who had cleaned Mr. Pickwick’s boots on his first + burst open; and the man who had cleaned Mr. Pickwick’s boots on his first arrival, rushed into the room, followed by the fat boy and all the domestics. </p> <p> - ‘What the devil’s the meaning of this?’ exclaimed the host. + ‘What the devil’s the meaning of this?’ exclaimed the host. </p> <p> - ‘The kitchen chimney ain’t a-fire, is it, Emma?’ inquired the old lady. + ‘The kitchen chimney ain’t a-fire, is it, Emma?’ inquired the old lady. </p> <p> - ‘Lor, grandma! No,’ screamed both the young ladies. + ‘Lor, grandma! No,’ screamed both the young ladies. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ roared the master of the house. + ‘What’s the matter?’ roared the master of the house. </p> <p> - The man gasped for breath, and faintly ejaculated— + The man gasped for breath, and faintly ejaculated— </p> <p> - ‘They ha’ gone, mas’r!—gone right clean off, Sir!’ (At this juncture + ‘They ha’ gone, mas’r!—gone right clean off, Sir!’ (At this juncture Mr. Tupman was observed to lay down his knife and fork, and to turn very pale.) </p> <p> - ‘Who’s gone?’ said Mr. Wardle fiercely. + ‘Who’s gone?’ said Mr. Wardle fiercely. </p> <p> - ‘Mus’r Jingle and Miss Rachael, in a po’-chay, from Blue Lion, Muggleton. - I was there; but I couldn’t stop ‘em; so I run off to tell ‘ee.’ + ‘Mus’r Jingle and Miss Rachael, in a po’-chay, from Blue Lion, Muggleton. + I was there; but I couldn’t stop ‘em; so I run off to tell ‘ee.’ </p> <p> - ‘I paid his expenses!’ said Mr. Tupman, jumping up frantically. ‘He’s got - ten pounds of mine!—stop him!—he’s swindled me!—I won’t - bear it!—I’ll have justice, Pickwick!—I won’t stand it!’ and + ‘I paid his expenses!’ said Mr. Tupman, jumping up frantically. ‘He’s got + ten pounds of mine!—stop him!—he’s swindled me!—I won’t + bear it!—I’ll have justice, Pickwick!—I won’t stand it!’ and with sundry incoherent exclamations of the like nature, the unhappy gentleman spun round and round the apartment, in a transport of frenzy. </p> <p> - ‘Lord preserve us!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, eyeing the extraordinary - gestures of his friend with terrified surprise. ‘He’s gone mad! What shall - we do?’ + ‘Lord preserve us!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, eyeing the extraordinary + gestures of his friend with terrified surprise. ‘He’s gone mad! What shall + we do?’ </p> <p> - Do!’ said the stout old host, who regarded only the last words of the - sentence. ‘Put the horse in the gig! I’ll get a chaise at the Lion, and - follow ‘em instantly. Where?’—he exclaimed, as the man ran out to - execute the commission—‘where’s that villain, Joe?’ + Do!’ said the stout old host, who regarded only the last words of the + sentence. ‘Put the horse in the gig! I’ll get a chaise at the Lion, and + follow ‘em instantly. Where?’—he exclaimed, as the man ran out to + execute the commission—‘where’s that villain, Joe?’ </p> <p> - ‘Here I am! but I hain’t a willin,’ replied a voice. It was the fat boy’s. + ‘Here I am! but I hain’t a willin,’ replied a voice. It was the fat boy’s. </p> <p> - ‘Let me get at him, Pickwick,’ cried Wardle, as he rushed at the - ill-starred youth. ‘He was bribed by that scoundrel, Jingle, to put me on + ‘Let me get at him, Pickwick,’ cried Wardle, as he rushed at the + ill-starred youth. ‘He was bribed by that scoundrel, Jingle, to put me on a wrong scent, by telling a cock-and-bull story of my sister and your - friend Tupman!’ (Here Mr. Tupman sank into a chair.) ‘Let me get at him!’ + friend Tupman!’ (Here Mr. Tupman sank into a chair.) ‘Let me get at him!’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t let him!’ screamed all the women, above whose exclamations the + ‘Don’t let him!’ screamed all the women, above whose exclamations the blubbering of the fat boy was distinctly audible. </p> <p> - ‘I won’t be held!’ cried the old man. ‘Mr. Winkle, take your hands off. - Mr. Pickwick, let me go, sir!’ + ‘I won’t be held!’ cried the old man. ‘Mr. Winkle, take your hands off. + Mr. Pickwick, let me go, sir!’ </p> <p> It was a beautiful sight, in that moment of turmoil and confusion, to - behold the placid and philosophical expression of Mr. Pickwick’s face, + behold the placid and philosophical expression of Mr. Pickwick’s face, albeit somewhat flushed with exertion, as he stood with his arms firmly clasped round the extensive waist of their corpulent host, thus restraining the impetuosity of his passion, while the fat boy was @@ -6477,74 +6409,74 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger entered to announce that the gig was ready. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t let him go alone!’ screamed the females. ‘He’ll kill somebody!’ + ‘Don’t let him go alone!’ screamed the females. ‘He’ll kill somebody!’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll go with him,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I’ll go with him,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘You’re a good fellow, Pickwick,’ said the host, grasping his hand. ‘Emma, - give Mr. Pickwick a shawl to tie round his neck—make haste. Look + ‘You’re a good fellow, Pickwick,’ said the host, grasping his hand. ‘Emma, + give Mr. Pickwick a shawl to tie round his neck—make haste. Look after your grandmother, girls; she has fainted away. Now then, are you - ready?’ + ready?’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s mouth and chin having been hastily enveloped in a large + Mr. Pickwick’s mouth and chin having been hastily enveloped in a large shawl, his hat having been put on his head, and his greatcoat thrown over his arm, he replied in the affirmative. </p> <p> - They jumped into the gig. ‘Give her her head, Tom,’ cried the host; and + They jumped into the gig. ‘Give her her head, Tom,’ cried the host; and away they went, down the narrow lanes; jolting in and out of the cart-ruts, and bumping up against the hedges on either side, as if they would go to pieces every moment. </p> <p> - ‘How much are they ahead?’ shouted Wardle, as they drove up to the door of + ‘How much are they ahead?’ shouted Wardle, as they drove up to the door of the Blue Lion, round which a little crowd had collected, late as it was. </p> <p> - ‘Not above three-quarters of an hour,’ was everybody’s reply. + ‘Not above three-quarters of an hour,’ was everybody’s reply. </p> <p> - ‘Chaise-and-four directly!—out with ‘em! Put up the gig afterwards.’ + ‘Chaise-and-four directly!—out with ‘em! Put up the gig afterwards.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, boys!’ cried the landlord—‘chaise-and-four out—make - haste—look alive there!’ + ‘Now, boys!’ cried the landlord—‘chaise-and-four out—make + haste—look alive there!’ </p> <p> Away ran the hostlers and the boys. The lanterns glimmered, as the men ran - to and fro; the horses’ hoofs clattered on the uneven paving of the yard; + to and fro; the horses’ hoofs clattered on the uneven paving of the yard; the chaise rumbled as it was drawn out of the coach-house; and all was noise and bustle. </p> <p> - ‘Now then!—is that chaise coming out to-night?’ cried Wardle. + ‘Now then!—is that chaise coming out to-night?’ cried Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Coming down the yard now, Sir,’ replied the hostler. + ‘Coming down the yard now, Sir,’ replied the hostler. </p> <p> - Out came the chaise—in went the horses—on sprang the boys—in + Out came the chaise—in went the horses—on sprang the boys—in got the travellers. </p> <p> - ‘Mind—the seven-mile stage in less than half an hour!’ shouted + ‘Mind—the seven-mile stage in less than half an hour!’ shouted Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Off with you!’ + ‘Off with you!’ </p> <p> The boys applied whip and spur, the waiters shouted, the hostlers cheered, and away they went, fast and furiously. </p> <p> - ‘Pretty situation,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, when he had had a moment’s time - for reflection. ‘Pretty situation for the general chairman of the Pickwick - Club. Damp chaise—strange horses—fifteen miles an hour—and - twelve o’clock at night!’ + ‘Pretty situation,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, when he had had a moment’s time + for reflection. ‘Pretty situation for the general chairman of the Pickwick + Club. Damp chaise—strange horses—fifteen miles an hour—and + twelve o’clock at night!’ </p> <p> For the first three or four miles, not a word was spoken by either of the @@ -6555,54 +6487,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with the rapidity of the motion, to remain any longer perfectly mute. </p> <p> - ‘We’re sure to catch them, I think,’ said he. + ‘We’re sure to catch them, I think,’ said he. </p> <p> - ‘Hope so,’ replied his companion. + ‘Hope so,’ replied his companion. </p> <p> - ‘Fine night,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking up at the moon, which was shining + ‘Fine night,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking up at the moon, which was shining brightly. </p> <p> - ‘So much the worse,’ returned Wardle; ‘for they’ll have had all the + ‘So much the worse,’ returned Wardle; ‘for they’ll have had all the advantage of the moonlight to get the start of us, and we shall lose it. - It will have gone down in another hour.’ + It will have gone down in another hour.’ </p> <p> - ‘It will be rather unpleasant going at this rate in the dark, won’t it?’ + ‘It will be rather unpleasant going at this rate in the dark, won’t it?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I dare say it will,’ replied his friend dryly. + ‘I dare say it will,’ replied his friend dryly. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s temporary excitement began to sober down a little, as he + Mr. Pickwick’s temporary excitement began to sober down a little, as he reflected upon the inconveniences and dangers of the expedition in which he had so thoughtlessly embarked. He was roused by a loud shouting of the post-boy on the leader. </p> <p> - ‘Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoe!’ went the first boy. + ‘Yo-yo-yo-yo-yoe!’ went the first boy. </p> <p> - ‘Yo-yo-yo-yoe!’ went the second. + ‘Yo-yo-yo-yoe!’ went the second. </p> <p> - ‘Yo-yo-yo-yoe!’ chimed in old Wardle himself, most lustily, with his head + ‘Yo-yo-yo-yoe!’ chimed in old Wardle himself, most lustily, with his head and half his body out of the coach window. </p> <p> - ‘Yo-yo-yo-yoe!’ shouted Mr. Pickwick, taking up the burden of the cry, + ‘Yo-yo-yo-yoe!’ shouted Mr. Pickwick, taking up the burden of the cry, though he had not the slightest notion of its meaning or object. And amidst the yo-yoing of the whole four, the chaise stopped. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘There’s a gate here,’ replied old Wardle. ‘We shall hear something of the - fugitives.’ + ‘There’s a gate here,’ replied old Wardle. ‘We shall hear something of the + fugitives.’ </p> <p> After a lapse of five minutes, consumed in incessant knocking and @@ -6610,49 +6542,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger turnpike-house, and opened the gate. </p> <p> - ‘How long is it since a post-chaise went through here?’ inquired Mr. + ‘How long is it since a post-chaise went through here?’ inquired Mr. Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘How long?’ + ‘How long?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ + ‘Ah!’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, I don’t rightly know. It worn’t a long time ago, nor it worn’t a - short time ago—just between the two, perhaps.’ + ‘Why, I don’t rightly know. It worn’t a long time ago, nor it worn’t a + short time ago—just between the two, perhaps.’ </p> <p> - ‘Has any chaise been by at all?’ + ‘Has any chaise been by at all?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, yes, there’s been a chay by.’ + ‘Oh, yes, there’s been a chay by.’ </p> <p> - ‘How long ago, my friend,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick; ‘an hour?’ + ‘How long ago, my friend,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick; ‘an hour?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, I dare say it might be,’ replied the man. + ‘Ah, I dare say it might be,’ replied the man. </p> <p> - ‘Or two hours?’ inquired the post—boy on the wheeler. + ‘Or two hours?’ inquired the post—boy on the wheeler. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I shouldn’t wonder if it was,’ returned the old man doubtfully. + ‘Well, I shouldn’t wonder if it was,’ returned the old man doubtfully. </p> <p> - ‘Drive on, boys,’ cried the testy old gentleman; ‘don’t waste any more - time with that old idiot!’ + ‘Drive on, boys,’ cried the testy old gentleman; ‘don’t waste any more + time with that old idiot!’ </p> <p> - ‘Idiot!’ exclaimed the old man with a grin, as he stood in the middle of + ‘Idiot!’ exclaimed the old man with a grin, as he stood in the middle of the road with the gate half-closed, watching the chaise which rapidly - diminished in the increasing distance. ‘No—not much o’ that either; - you’ve lost ten minutes here, and gone away as wise as you came, arter + diminished in the increasing distance. ‘No—not much o’ that either; + you’ve lost ten minutes here, and gone away as wise as you came, arter all. If every man on the line as has a guinea give him, earns it half as - well, you won’t catch t’other chay this side Mich’lmas, old - short-and-fat.’ And with another prolonged grin, the old man closed the + well, you won’t catch t’other chay this side Mich’lmas, old + short-and-fat.’ And with another prolonged grin, the old man closed the gate, re-entered his house, and bolted the door after him. </p> <p> @@ -6667,8 +6599,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger dismally through the trees which skirted the pathway. Mr. Pickwick drew his coat closer about him, coiled himself more snugly up into the corner of the chaise, and fell into a sound sleep, from which he was only - awakened by the stopping of the vehicle, the sound of the hostler’s bell, - and a loud cry of ‘Horses on directly!’ + awakened by the stopping of the vehicle, the sound of the hostler’s bell, + and a loud cry of ‘Horses on directly!’ </p> <p> But here another delay occurred. The boys were sleeping with such @@ -6688,47 +6620,47 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger no means encouraging. The stage was fifteen miles long, the night was dark, the wind high, and the rain pouring in torrents. It was impossible to make any great way against such obstacles united; it was hard upon one - o’clock already; and nearly two hours were consumed in getting to the end + o’clock already; and nearly two hours were consumed in getting to the end of the stage. Here, however, an object presented itself, which rekindled their hopes, and reanimated their drooping spirits. </p> <p> - ‘When did this chaise come in?’ cried old Wardle, leaping out of his own + ‘When did this chaise come in?’ cried old Wardle, leaping out of his own vehicle, and pointing to one covered with wet mud, which was standing in the yard. </p> <p> - ‘Not a quarter of an hour ago, sir,’ replied the hostler, to whom the + ‘Not a quarter of an hour ago, sir,’ replied the hostler, to whom the question was addressed. </p> <p> - ‘Lady and gentleman?’ inquired Wardle, almost breathless with impatience. + ‘Lady and gentleman?’ inquired Wardle, almost breathless with impatience. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Tall gentleman—dress-coat—long legs—thin body?’ + ‘Tall gentleman—dress-coat—long legs—thin body?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Elderly lady—thin face—rather skinny—eh?’ + ‘Elderly lady—thin face—rather skinny—eh?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘By heavens, it’s the couple, Pickwick,’ exclaimed the old gentleman. + ‘By heavens, it’s the couple, Pickwick,’ exclaimed the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Would have been here before,’ said the hostler, ‘but they broke a trace.’ + ‘Would have been here before,’ said the hostler, ‘but they broke a trace.’ </p> <p> - ‘’Tis them!’ said Wardle, ‘it is, by Jove! Chaise-and-four instantly! We + ‘’Tis them!’ said Wardle, ‘it is, by Jove! Chaise-and-four instantly! We shall catch them yet before they reach the next stage. A guinea a-piece, - boys-be alive there—bustle about—there’s good fellows.’ + boys-be alive there—bustle about—there’s good fellows.’ </p> <p> And with such admonitions as these, the old gentleman ran up and down the @@ -6740,28 +6672,28 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger preparations for their resuming their journey. </p> <p> - ‘Jump in—jump in!’ cried old Wardle, climbing into the chaise, - pulling up the steps, and slamming the door after him. ‘Come along! Make - haste!’ And before Mr. Pickwick knew precisely what he was about, he felt + ‘Jump in—jump in!’ cried old Wardle, climbing into the chaise, + pulling up the steps, and slamming the door after him. ‘Come along! Make + haste!’ And before Mr. Pickwick knew precisely what he was about, he felt himself forced in at the other door, by one pull from the old gentleman and one push from the hostler; and off they were again. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! we are moving now,’ said the old gentleman exultingly. They were + ‘Ah! we are moving now,’ said the old gentleman exultingly. They were indeed, as was sufficiently testified to Mr. Pickwick, by his constant collision either with the hard wood-work of the chaise, or the body of his companion. </p> <p> - ‘Hold up!’ said the stout old Mr. Wardle, as Mr. Pickwick dived head + ‘Hold up!’ said the stout old Mr. Wardle, as Mr. Pickwick dived head foremost into his capacious waistcoat. </p> <p> - ‘I never did feel such a jolting in my life,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I never did feel such a jolting in my life,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind,’ replied his companion, ‘it will soon be over. Steady, - steady.’ + ‘Never mind,’ replied his companion, ‘it will soon be over. Steady, + steady.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick planted himself into his own corner, as firmly as he could; @@ -6770,10 +6702,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> They had travelled in this way about three miles, when Mr. Wardle, who had been looking out of the Window for two or three minutes, suddenly drew in - his face, covered with splashes, and exclaimed in breathless eagerness— + his face, covered with splashes, and exclaimed in breathless eagerness— </p> <p> - ‘Here they are!’ + ‘Here they are!’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick thrust his head out of his window. Yes: there was a @@ -6781,18 +6713,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gallop. </p> <p> - ‘Go on, go on,’ almost shrieked the old gentleman. ‘Two guineas a-piece, - boys—don’t let ‘em gain on us—keep it up—keep it up.’ + ‘Go on, go on,’ almost shrieked the old gentleman. ‘Two guineas a-piece, + boys—don’t let ‘em gain on us—keep it up—keep it up.’ </p> <p> The horses in the first chaise started on at their utmost speed; and those - in Mr. Wardle’s galloped furiously behind them. + in Mr. Wardle’s galloped furiously behind them. </p> <p> - ‘I see his head,’ exclaimed the choleric old man; ‘damme, I see his head.’ + ‘I see his head,’ exclaimed the choleric old man; ‘damme, I see his head.’ </p> <p> - ‘So do I’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘that’s he.’ + ‘So do I’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘that’s he.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick was not mistaken. The countenance of Mr. Jingle, completely @@ -6804,7 +6736,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The interest was intense. Fields, trees, and hedges, seemed to rush past them with the velocity of a whirlwind, so rapid was the pace at which they - tore along. They were close by the side of the first chaise. Jingle’s + tore along. They were close by the side of the first chaise. Jingle’s voice could be plainly heard, even above the din of the wheels, urging on the boys. Old Mr. Wardle foamed with rage and excitement. He roared out scoundrels and villains by the dozen, clenched his fist and shook it @@ -6816,8 +6748,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Pickwick had just drawn in his head, and Mr. Wardle, exhausted with shouting, had done the same, when a tremendous jolt threw them forward - against the front of the vehicle. There was a sudden bump—a loud - crash—away rolled a wheel, and over went the chaise. + against the front of the vehicle. There was a sudden bump—a loud + crash—away rolled a wheel, and over went the chaise. </p> <p> After a very few seconds of bewilderment and confusion, in which nothing @@ -6832,7 +6764,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger stood by his side, and the fragments of the chaise lay scattered at their feet. The post-boys, who had succeeded in cutting the traces, were standing, disfigured with mud and disordered by hard riding, by the - horses’ heads. About a hundred yards in advance was the other chaise, + horses’ heads. About a hundred yards in advance was the other chaise, which had pulled up on hearing the crash. The postillions, each with a broad grin convulsing his countenance, were viewing the adverse party from their saddles, and Mr. Jingle was contemplating the wreck from the coach @@ -6847,18 +6779,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0190.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ shouted the shameless Jingle, ‘anybody damaged?—elderly - gentlemen—no light weights—dangerous work—very.’ + ‘Hollo!’ shouted the shameless Jingle, ‘anybody damaged?—elderly + gentlemen—no light weights—dangerous work—very.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re a rascal,’ roared Wardle. + ‘You’re a rascal,’ roared Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Ha! ha!’ replied Jingle; and then he added, with a knowing wink, and a - jerk of the thumb towards the interior of the chaise—‘I say—she’s - very well—desires her compliments—begs you won’t trouble - yourself—love to <i>Tuppy</i>—won’t you get up behind?—drive - on, boys.’ + ‘Ha! ha!’ replied Jingle; and then he added, with a knowing wink, and a + jerk of the thumb towards the interior of the chaise—‘I say—she’s + very well—desires her compliments—begs you won’t trouble + yourself—love to <i>Tuppy</i>—won’t you get up behind?—drive + on, boys.’ </p> <p> The postillions resumed their proper attitudes, and away rattled the @@ -6867,37 +6799,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Nothing in the whole adventure, not even the upset, had disturbed the calm - and equable current of Mr. Pickwick’s temper. The villainy, however, which + and equable current of Mr. Pickwick’s temper. The villainy, however, which could first borrow money of his faithful follower, and then abbreviate his - name to ‘Tuppy,’ was more than he could patiently bear. He drew his breath + name to ‘Tuppy,’ was more than he could patiently bear. He drew his breath hard, and coloured up to the very tips of his spectacles, as he said, - slowly and emphatically— + slowly and emphatically— </p> <p> - ‘If ever I meet that man again, I’ll—’ + ‘If ever I meet that man again, I’ll—’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes,’ interrupted Wardle, ‘that’s all very well; but while we stand - talking here, they’ll get their licence, and be married in London.’ + ‘Yes, yes,’ interrupted Wardle, ‘that’s all very well; but while we stand + talking here, they’ll get their licence, and be married in London.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick paused, bottled up his vengeance, and corked it down. ‘How - far is it to the next stage?’ inquired Mr. Wardle, of one of the boys. + Mr. Pickwick paused, bottled up his vengeance, and corked it down. ‘How + far is it to the next stage?’ inquired Mr. Wardle, of one of the boys. </p> <p> - ‘Six mile, ain’t it, Tom?’ + ‘Six mile, ain’t it, Tom?’ </p> <p> - ‘Rayther better.’ + ‘Rayther better.’ </p> <p> - ‘Rayther better nor six mile, Sir.’ + ‘Rayther better nor six mile, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Can’t be helped,’ said Wardle, ‘we must walk it, Pickwick.’ + ‘Can’t be helped,’ said Wardle, ‘we must walk it, Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘No help for it,’ replied that truly great man. + ‘No help for it,’ replied that truly great man. </p> <p> So sending forward one of the boys on horseback, to procure a fresh chaise @@ -6916,7 +6848,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </div> <h2> CHAPTER X. CLEARING UP ALL DOUBTS (IF ANY EXISTED) OF THE - DISINTERESTEDNESS OF MR. A. JINGLE’S CHARACTER + DISINTERESTEDNESS OF MR. A. JINGLE’S CHARACTER </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here are in London @@ -6945,8 +6877,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger on the Surrey side. </p> <p> - It was in the yard of one of these inns—of no less celebrated a one - than the White Hart—that a man was busily employed in brushing the + It was in the yard of one of these inns—of no less celebrated a one + than the White Hart—that a man was busily employed in brushing the dirt off a pair of boots, early on the morning succeeding the events narrated in the last chapter. He was habited in a coarse, striped waistcoat, with black calico sleeves, and blue glass buttons; drab @@ -6981,33 +6913,33 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger A loud ringing of one of the bells was followed by the appearance of a smart chambermaid in the upper sleeping gallery, who, after tapping at one of the doors, and receiving a request from within, called over the - balustrades— + balustrades— </p> <p> - ‘Sam!’ + ‘Sam!’ </p> <p> - ‘Hollo,’ replied the man with the white hat. + ‘Hollo,’ replied the man with the white hat. </p> <p> - ‘Number twenty-two wants his boots.’ + ‘Number twenty-two wants his boots.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ask number twenty-two, vether he’ll have ‘em now, or vait till he gets - ‘em,’ was the reply. + ‘Ask number twenty-two, vether he’ll have ‘em now, or vait till he gets + ‘em,’ was the reply. </p> <p> - ‘Come, don’t be a fool, Sam,’ said the girl coaxingly, ‘the gentleman - wants his boots directly.’ + ‘Come, don’t be a fool, Sam,’ said the girl coaxingly, ‘the gentleman + wants his boots directly.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, you <i>are</i> a nice young ‘ooman for a musical party, you are,’ - said the boot-cleaner. ‘Look at these here boots—eleven pair o’ + ‘Well, you <i>are</i> a nice young ‘ooman for a musical party, you are,’ + said the boot-cleaner. ‘Look at these here boots—eleven pair o’ boots; and one shoe as belongs to number six, with the wooden leg. The eleven boots is to be called at half-past eight and the shoe at nine. - Who’s number twenty-two, that’s to put all the others out? No, no; reg’lar + Who’s number twenty-two, that’s to put all the others out? No, no; reg’lar rotation, as Jack Ketch said, ven he tied the men up. Sorry to keep you - a-waitin’, Sir, but I’ll attend to you directly.’ + a-waitin’, Sir, but I’ll attend to you directly.’ </p> <p> Saying which, the man in the white hat set to work upon a top-boot with @@ -7018,37 +6950,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Hart made her appearance in the opposite gallery. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ cried the landlady, ‘where’s that lazy, idle—why, Sam—oh, - there you are; why don’t you answer?’ + ‘Sam,’ cried the landlady, ‘where’s that lazy, idle—why, Sam—oh, + there you are; why don’t you answer?’ </p> <p> - ‘Vouldn’t be gen-teel to answer, till you’d done talking,’ replied Sam + ‘Vouldn’t be gen-teel to answer, till you’d done talking,’ replied Sam gruffly. </p> <p> - ‘Here, clean these shoes for number seventeen directly, and take ‘em to - private sitting-room, number five, first floor.’ + ‘Here, clean these shoes for number seventeen directly, and take ‘em to + private sitting-room, number five, first floor.’ </p> <p> - The landlady flung a pair of lady’s shoes into the yard, and bustled away. + The landlady flung a pair of lady’s shoes into the yard, and bustled away. </p> <p> - ‘Number five,’ said Sam, as he picked up the shoes, and taking a piece of - chalk from his pocket, made a memorandum of their destination on the soles—‘Lady’s - shoes and private sittin’-room! I suppose she didn’t come in the vagin.’ + ‘Number five,’ said Sam, as he picked up the shoes, and taking a piece of + chalk from his pocket, made a memorandum of their destination on the soles—‘Lady’s + shoes and private sittin’-room! I suppose she didn’t come in the vagin.’ </p> <p> - ‘She came in early this morning,’ cried the girl, who was still leaning - over the railing of the gallery, ‘with a gentleman in a hackney-coach, and - it’s him as wants his boots, and you’d better do ‘em, that’s all about - it.’ + ‘She came in early this morning,’ cried the girl, who was still leaning + over the railing of the gallery, ‘with a gentleman in a hackney-coach, and + it’s him as wants his boots, and you’d better do ‘em, that’s all about + it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vy didn’t you say so before,’ said Sam, with great indignation, singling - out the boots in question from the heap before him. ‘For all I know’d he - was one o’ the regular threepennies. Private room! and a lady too! If he’s - anything of a gen’l’m’n, he’s vurth a shillin’ a day, let alone the - arrands.’ + ‘Vy didn’t you say so before,’ said Sam, with great indignation, singling + out the boots in question from the heap before him. ‘For all I know’d he + was one o’ the regular threepennies. Private room! and a lady too! If he’s + anything of a gen’l’m’n, he’s vurth a shillin’ a day, let alone the + arrands.’ </p> <p> Stimulated by this inspiring reflection, Mr. Samuel brushed away with such @@ -7058,159 +6990,159 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger number five. </p> <p> - ‘Come in,’ said a man’s voice, in reply to Sam’s rap at the door. Sam made + ‘Come in,’ said a man’s voice, in reply to Sam’s rap at the door. Sam made his best bow, and stepped into the presence of a lady and gentleman seated - at breakfast. Having officiously deposited the gentleman’s boots right and - left at his feet, and the lady’s shoes right and left at hers, he backed + at breakfast. Having officiously deposited the gentleman’s boots right and + left at his feet, and the lady’s shoes right and left at hers, he backed towards the door. </p> <p> - ‘Boots,’ said the gentleman. + ‘Boots,’ said the gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Sam, closing the door, and keeping his hand on the knob of the + ‘Sir,’ said Sam, closing the door, and keeping his hand on the knob of the lock. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know—what’s a-name—Doctors’ Commons?’ + ‘Do you know—what’s a-name—Doctors’ Commons?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir.’ + ‘Yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Where is it?’ + ‘Where is it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Paul’s Churchyard, Sir; low archway on the carriage side, bookseller’s at + ‘Paul’s Churchyard, Sir; low archway on the carriage side, bookseller’s at one corner, hotel on the other, and two porters in the middle as touts for - licences.’ + licences.’ </p> <p> - ‘Touts for licences!’ said the gentleman. + ‘Touts for licences!’ said the gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Touts for licences,’ replied Sam. ‘Two coves in vhite aprons—touches - their hats ven you walk in—“Licence, Sir, licence?” Queer sort, - them, and their mas’rs, too, sir—Old Bailey Proctors—and no - mistake.’ + ‘Touts for licences,’ replied Sam. ‘Two coves in vhite aprons—touches + their hats ven you walk in—“Licence, Sir, licence?” Queer sort, + them, and their mas’rs, too, sir—Old Bailey Proctors—and no + mistake.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do they do?’ inquired the gentleman. + ‘What do they do?’ inquired the gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Do! You, Sir! That ain’t the worst on it, neither. They puts things into - old gen’l’m’n’s heads as they never dreamed of. My father, Sir, wos a - coachman. A widower he wos, and fat enough for anything—uncommon + ‘Do! You, Sir! That ain’t the worst on it, neither. They puts things into + old gen’l’m’n’s heads as they never dreamed of. My father, Sir, wos a + coachman. A widower he wos, and fat enough for anything—uncommon fat, to be sure. His missus dies, and leaves him four hundred pound. Down - he goes to the Commons, to see the lawyer and draw the blunt—very - smart—top boots on—nosegay in his button-hole—broad-brimmed - tile—green shawl—quite the gen’l’m’n. Goes through the - archvay, thinking how he should inwest the money—up comes the - touter, touches his hat—“Licence, Sir, licence?”—“What’s - that?” says my father.—“Licence, Sir,” says he.—“What - licence?” says my father.—“Marriage licence,” says the touter.—“Dash - my veskit,” says my father, “I never thought o’ that.”—“I think you - wants one, Sir,” says the touter. My father pulls up, and thinks a bit—“No,” - says he, “damme, I’m too old, b’sides, I’m a many sizes too large,” says - he.—“Not a bit on it, Sir,” says the touter.—“Think not?” says - my father.—“I’m sure not,” says he; “we married a gen’l’m’n twice - your size, last Monday.”—“Did you, though?” said my father.—“To - be sure, we did,” says the touter, “you’re a babby to him—this way, - sir—this way!”—and sure enough my father walks arter him, like + he goes to the Commons, to see the lawyer and draw the blunt—very + smart—top boots on—nosegay in his button-hole—broad-brimmed + tile—green shawl—quite the gen’l’m’n. Goes through the + archvay, thinking how he should inwest the money—up comes the + touter, touches his hat—“Licence, Sir, licence?”—“What’s + that?” says my father.—“Licence, Sir,” says he.—“What + licence?” says my father.—“Marriage licence,” says the touter.—“Dash + my veskit,” says my father, “I never thought o’ that.”—“I think you + wants one, Sir,” says the touter. My father pulls up, and thinks a bit—“No,” + says he, “damme, I’m too old, b’sides, I’m a many sizes too large,” says + he.—“Not a bit on it, Sir,” says the touter.—“Think not?” says + my father.—“I’m sure not,” says he; “we married a gen’l’m’n twice + your size, last Monday.”—“Did you, though?” said my father.—“To + be sure, we did,” says the touter, “you’re a babby to him—this way, + sir—this way!”—and sure enough my father walks arter him, like a tame monkey behind a horgan, into a little back office, vere a teller - sat among dirty papers, and tin boxes, making believe he was busy. “Pray - take a seat, vile I makes out the affidavit, Sir,” says the lawyer.—“Thank’ee, - Sir,” says my father, and down he sat, and stared with all his eyes, and - his mouth vide open, at the names on the boxes. “What’s your name, Sir,” - says the lawyer.—“Tony Weller,” says my father.—“Parish?” says - the lawyer. “Belle Savage,” says my father; for he stopped there wen he - drove up, and he know’d nothing about parishes, he didn’t.—“And - what’s the lady’s name?” says the lawyer. My father was struck all of a - heap. “Blessed if I know,” says he.—“Not know!” says the lawyer.—“No - more nor you do,” says my father; “can’t I put that in arterwards?”—“Impossible!” - says the lawyer.—“Wery well,” says my father, after he’d thought a - moment, “put down Mrs. Clarke.”—“What Clarke?” says the lawyer, - dipping his pen in the ink.—“Susan Clarke, Markis o’ Granby, - Dorking,” says my father; “she’ll have me, if I ask. I des-say—I - never said nothing to her, but she’ll have me, I know.” The licence was - made out, and she <i>did</i> have him, and what’s more she’s got him now; + sat among dirty papers, and tin boxes, making believe he was busy. “Pray + take a seat, vile I makes out the affidavit, Sir,” says the lawyer.—“Thank’ee, + Sir,” says my father, and down he sat, and stared with all his eyes, and + his mouth vide open, at the names on the boxes. “What’s your name, Sir,” + says the lawyer.—“Tony Weller,” says my father.—“Parish?” says + the lawyer. “Belle Savage,” says my father; for he stopped there wen he + drove up, and he know’d nothing about parishes, he didn’t.—“And + what’s the lady’s name?” says the lawyer. My father was struck all of a + heap. “Blessed if I know,” says he.—“Not know!” says the lawyer.—“No + more nor you do,” says my father; “can’t I put that in arterwards?”—“Impossible!” + says the lawyer.—“Wery well,” says my father, after he’d thought a + moment, “put down Mrs. Clarke.”—“What Clarke?” says the lawyer, + dipping his pen in the ink.—“Susan Clarke, Markis o’ Granby, + Dorking,” says my father; “she’ll have me, if I ask. I des-say—I + never said nothing to her, but she’ll have me, I know.” The licence was + made out, and she <i>did</i> have him, and what’s more she’s got him now; and I never had any of the four hundred pound, worse luck. Beg your - pardon, sir,’ said Sam, when he had concluded, ‘but wen I gets on this - here grievance, I runs on like a new barrow with the wheel greased.’ + pardon, sir,’ said Sam, when he had concluded, ‘but wen I gets on this + here grievance, I runs on like a new barrow with the wheel greased.’ Having said which, and having paused for an instant to see whether he was wanted for anything more, Sam left the room. </p> <p> - ‘Half-past nine—just the time—off at once;’ said the + ‘Half-past nine—just the time—off at once;’ said the gentleman, whom we need hardly introduce as Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘Time—for what?’ said the spinster aunt coquettishly. + ‘Time—for what?’ said the spinster aunt coquettishly. </p> <p> - ‘Licence, dearest of angels—give notice at the church—call you - mine, to-morrow’—said Mr. Jingle, and he squeezed the spinster - aunt’s hand. + ‘Licence, dearest of angels—give notice at the church—call you + mine, to-morrow’—said Mr. Jingle, and he squeezed the spinster + aunt’s hand. </p> <p> - ‘The licence!’ said Rachael, blushing. + ‘The licence!’ said Rachael, blushing. </p> <p> - ‘The licence,’ repeated Mr. Jingle— + ‘The licence,’ repeated Mr. Jingle— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘In hurry, post-haste for a licence, - In hurry, ding dong I come back.’ + ‘In hurry, post-haste for a licence, + In hurry, ding dong I come back.’ </pre> <p> - ‘How you run on,’ said Rachael. + ‘How you run on,’ said Rachael. </p> <p> - ‘Run on—nothing to the hours, days, weeks, months, years, when we’re - united—run on—they’ll fly on—bolt—mizzle—steam-engine—thousand-horse - power—nothing to it.’ + ‘Run on—nothing to the hours, days, weeks, months, years, when we’re + united—run on—they’ll fly on—bolt—mizzle—steam-engine—thousand-horse + power—nothing to it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Can’t—can’t we be married before to-morrow morning?’ inquired + ‘Can’t—can’t we be married before to-morrow morning?’ inquired Rachael. </p> <p> - ‘Impossible—can’t be—notice at the church—leave the - licence to-day—ceremony come off to-morrow.’ + ‘Impossible—can’t be—notice at the church—leave the + licence to-day—ceremony come off to-morrow.’ </p> <p> - I am so terrified, lest my brother should discover us!’ said Rachael. + I am so terrified, lest my brother should discover us!’ said Rachael. </p> <p> - ‘Discover—nonsense—too much shaken by the break-down—besides—extreme - caution—gave up the post-chaise—walked on—took a - hackney-coach—came to the Borough—last place in the world that - he’d look in—ha! ha!—capital notion that—very.’ + ‘Discover—nonsense—too much shaken by the break-down—besides—extreme + caution—gave up the post-chaise—walked on—took a + hackney-coach—came to the Borough—last place in the world that + he’d look in—ha! ha!—capital notion that—very.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t be long,’ said the spinster affectionately, as Mr. Jingle stuck the + ‘Don’t be long,’ said the spinster affectionately, as Mr. Jingle stuck the pinched-up hat on his head. </p> <p> - ‘Long away from you?—Cruel charmer,’ and Mr. Jingle skipped + ‘Long away from you?—Cruel charmer,’ and Mr. Jingle skipped playfully up to the spinster aunt, imprinted a chaste kiss upon her lips, and danced out of the room. </p> <p> - ‘Dear man!’ said the spinster, as the door closed after him. + ‘Dear man!’ said the spinster, as the door closed after him. </p> <p> - ‘Rum old girl,’ said Mr. Jingle, as he walked down the passage. + ‘Rum old girl,’ said Mr. Jingle, as he walked down the passage. </p> <p> It is painful to reflect upon the perfidy of our species; and we will not, - therefore, pursue the thread of Mr. Jingle’s meditations, as he wended his - way to Doctors’ Commons. It will be sufficient for our purpose to relate, + therefore, pursue the thread of Mr. Jingle’s meditations, as he wended his + way to Doctors’ Commons. It will be sufficient for our purpose to relate, that escaping the snares of the dragons in white aprons, who guard the - entrance to that enchanted region, he reached the vicar-general’s office + entrance to that enchanted region, he reached the vicar-general’s office in safety and having procured a highly flattering address on parchment, - from the Archbishop of Canterbury, to his ‘trusty and well-beloved Alfred - Jingle and Rachael Wardle, greeting,’ he carefully deposited the mystic + from the Archbishop of Canterbury, to his ‘trusty and well-beloved Alfred + Jingle and Rachael Wardle, greeting,’ he carefully deposited the mystic document in his pocket, and retraced his steps in triumph to the Borough. </p> <p> @@ -7230,15 +7162,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0200.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘My friend,’ said the thin gentleman. + ‘My friend,’ said the thin gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘You’re one o’ the adwice gratis order,’ thought Sam, ‘or you wouldn’t be - so wery fond o’ me all at once.’ But he only said—‘Well, Sir.’ + ‘You’re one o’ the adwice gratis order,’ thought Sam, ‘or you wouldn’t be + so wery fond o’ me all at once.’ But he only said—‘Well, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘My friend,’ said the thin gentleman, with a conciliatory hem—‘have - you got many people stopping here now? Pretty busy. Eh?’ + ‘My friend,’ said the thin gentleman, with a conciliatory hem—‘have + you got many people stopping here now? Pretty busy. Eh?’ </p> <p> Sam stole a look at the inquirer. He was a little high-dried man, with a @@ -7252,26 +7184,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the air of a man who was in the habit of propounding some regular posers. </p> <p> - ‘Pretty busy, eh?’ said the little man. + ‘Pretty busy, eh?’ said the little man. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, wery well, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘we shan’t be bankrupts, and we shan’t - make our fort’ns. We eats our biled mutton without capers, and don’t care - for horse-radish ven ve can get beef.’ + ‘Oh, wery well, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘we shan’t be bankrupts, and we shan’t + make our fort’ns. We eats our biled mutton without capers, and don’t care + for horse-radish ven ve can get beef.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said the little man, ‘you’re a wag, ain’t you?’ + ‘Ah,’ said the little man, ‘you’re a wag, ain’t you?’ </p> <p> - ‘My eldest brother was troubled with that complaint,’ said Sam; ‘it may be - catching—I used to sleep with him.’ + ‘My eldest brother was troubled with that complaint,’ said Sam; ‘it may be + catching—I used to sleep with him.’ </p> <p> - ‘This is a curious old house of yours,’ said the little man, looking round + ‘This is a curious old house of yours,’ said the little man, looking round him. </p> <p> - ‘If you’d sent word you was a-coming, we’d ha’ had it repaired;’ replied + ‘If you’d sent word you was a-coming, we’d ha’ had it repaired;’ replied the imperturbable Sam. </p> <p> @@ -7280,130 +7212,130 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger its conclusion, the little man took a pinch of snuff from an oblong silver box, and was apparently on the point of renewing the conversation, when one of the plump gentlemen, who in addition to a benevolent countenance, - possessed a pair of spectacles, and a pair of black gaiters, interfered— + possessed a pair of spectacles, and a pair of black gaiters, interfered— </p> <p> - ‘The fact of the matter is,’ said the benevolent gentleman, ‘that my + ‘The fact of the matter is,’ said the benevolent gentleman, ‘that my friend here (pointing to the other plump gentleman) will give you half a - guinea, if you’ll answer one or two—’ + guinea, if you’ll answer one or two—’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, my dear sir—my dear Sir,’ said the little man, ‘pray, allow me—my + ‘Now, my dear sir—my dear Sir,’ said the little man, ‘pray, allow me—my dear Sir, the very first principle to be observed in these cases, is this: if you place the matter in the hands of a professional man, you must in no way interfere in the progress of the business; you must repose implicit - confidence in him. Really, Mr.—’ He turned to the other plump - gentleman, and said, ‘I forget your friend’s name.’ + confidence in him. Really, Mr.—’ He turned to the other plump + gentleman, and said, ‘I forget your friend’s name.’ </p> <p> - ‘Pickwick,’ said Mr. Wardle, for it was no other than that jolly + ‘Pickwick,’ said Mr. Wardle, for it was no other than that jolly personage. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, Pickwick—really Mr. Pickwick, my dear Sir, excuse me—I + ‘Ah, Pickwick—really Mr. Pickwick, my dear Sir, excuse me—I shall be happy to receive any private suggestions of yours, as AMICUS CURIAE, but you must see the impropriety of your interfering with my conduct in this case, with such an AD CAPTANDUM argument as the offer of - half a guinea. Really, my dear Sir, really;’ and the little man took an + half a guinea. Really, my dear Sir, really;’ and the little man took an argumentative pinch of snuff, and looked very profound. </p> <p> - ‘My only wish, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘was to bring this very unpleasant - matter to as speedy a close as possible.’ + ‘My only wish, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘was to bring this very unpleasant + matter to as speedy a close as possible.’ </p> <p> - ‘Quite right—quite right,’ said the little man. + ‘Quite right—quite right,’ said the little man. </p> <p> - ‘With which view,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, ‘I made use of the argument + ‘With which view,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, ‘I made use of the argument which my experience of men has taught me is the most likely to succeed in - any case.’ + any case.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ay, ay,’ said the little man, ‘very good, very good, indeed; but you - should have suggested it to me. My dear sir, I’m quite certain you cannot + ‘Ay, ay,’ said the little man, ‘very good, very good, indeed; but you + should have suggested it to me. My dear sir, I’m quite certain you cannot be ignorant of the extent of confidence which must be placed in professional men. If any authority can be necessary on such a point, my - dear sir, let me refer you to the well-known case in Barnwell and—’ + dear sir, let me refer you to the well-known case in Barnwell and—’ </p> <p> - ‘Never mind George Barnwell,’ interrupted Sam, who had remained a - wondering listener during this short colloquy; ‘everybody knows what sort - of a case his was, tho’ it’s always been my opinion, mind you, that the - young ‘ooman deserved scragging a precious sight more than he did. - Hows’ever, that’s neither here nor there. You want me to accept of half a - guinea. Wery well, I’m agreeable: I can’t say no fairer than that, can I, - sir?’ (Mr. Pickwick smiled.) Then the next question is, what the devil do - you want with me, as the man said, wen he see the ghost?’ + ‘Never mind George Barnwell,’ interrupted Sam, who had remained a + wondering listener during this short colloquy; ‘everybody knows what sort + of a case his was, tho’ it’s always been my opinion, mind you, that the + young ‘ooman deserved scragging a precious sight more than he did. + Hows’ever, that’s neither here nor there. You want me to accept of half a + guinea. Wery well, I’m agreeable: I can’t say no fairer than that, can I, + sir?’ (Mr. Pickwick smiled.) Then the next question is, what the devil do + you want with me, as the man said, wen he see the ghost?’ </p> <p> - ‘We want to know—’ said Mr. Wardle. + ‘We want to know—’ said Mr. Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Now, my dear sir—my dear sir,’ interposed the busy little man. + ‘Now, my dear sir—my dear sir,’ interposed the busy little man. </p> <p> Mr. Wardle shrugged his shoulders, and was silent. </p> <p> - ‘We want to know,’ said the little man solemnly; ‘and we ask the question - of you, in order that we may not awaken apprehensions inside—we want - to know who you’ve got in this house at present?’ + ‘We want to know,’ said the little man solemnly; ‘and we ask the question + of you, in order that we may not awaken apprehensions inside—we want + to know who you’ve got in this house at present?’ </p> <p> - ‘Who there is in the house!’ said Sam, in whose mind the inmates were + ‘Who there is in the house!’ said Sam, in whose mind the inmates were always represented by that particular article of their costume, which came - under his immediate superintendence. ‘There’s a vooden leg in number six; - there’s a pair of Hessians in thirteen; there’s two pair of halves in the - commercial; there’s these here painted tops in the snuggery inside the - bar; and five more tops in the coffee-room.’ + under his immediate superintendence. ‘There’s a vooden leg in number six; + there’s a pair of Hessians in thirteen; there’s two pair of halves in the + commercial; there’s these here painted tops in the snuggery inside the + bar; and five more tops in the coffee-room.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing more?’ said the little man. + ‘Nothing more?’ said the little man. </p> <p> - ‘Stop a bit,’ replied Sam, suddenly recollecting himself. ‘Yes; there’s a - pair of Vellingtons a good deal worn, and a pair o’ lady’s shoes, in - number five.’ + ‘Stop a bit,’ replied Sam, suddenly recollecting himself. ‘Yes; there’s a + pair of Vellingtons a good deal worn, and a pair o’ lady’s shoes, in + number five.’ </p> <p> - ‘What sort of shoes?’ hastily inquired Wardle, who, together with Mr. + ‘What sort of shoes?’ hastily inquired Wardle, who, together with Mr. Pickwick, had been lost in bewilderment at the singular catalogue of visitors. </p> <p> - ‘Country make,’ replied Sam. + ‘Country make,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Any maker’s name?’ + ‘Any maker’s name?’ </p> <p> - ‘Brown.’ + ‘Brown.’ </p> <p> - ‘Where of?’ + ‘Where of?’ </p> <p> - ‘Muggleton. + ‘Muggleton. </p> <p> - ‘It is them,’ exclaimed Wardle. ‘By heavens, we’ve found them.’ + ‘It is them,’ exclaimed Wardle. ‘By heavens, we’ve found them.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush!’ said Sam. ‘The Vellingtons has gone to Doctors’ Commons.’ + ‘Hush!’ said Sam. ‘The Vellingtons has gone to Doctors’ Commons.’ </p> <p> - ‘No,’ said the little man. + ‘No,’ said the little man. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, for a licence.’ + ‘Yes, for a licence.’ </p> <p> - ‘We’re in time,’ exclaimed Wardle. ‘Show us the room; not a moment is to - be lost.’ + ‘We’re in time,’ exclaimed Wardle. ‘Show us the room; not a moment is to + be lost.’ </p> <p> - ‘Pray, my dear sir—pray,’ said the little man; ‘caution, caution.’ + ‘Pray, my dear sir—pray,’ said the little man; ‘caution, caution.’ He drew from his pocket a red silk purse, and looked very hard at Sam as he drew out a sovereign. </p> @@ -7411,8 +7343,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Sam grinned expressively. </p> <p> - ‘Show us into the room at once, without announcing us,’ said the little - man, ‘and it’s yours.’ + ‘Show us into the room at once, without announcing us,’ said the little + man, ‘and it’s yours.’ </p> <p> Sam threw the painted tops into a corner, and led the way through a dark @@ -7420,7 +7352,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger passage, and held out his hand. </p> <p> - ‘Here it is,’ whispered the attorney, as he deposited the money on the + ‘Here it is,’ whispered the attorney, as he deposited the money on the hand of their guide. </p> <p> @@ -7428,7 +7360,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger their legal adviser. He stopped at a door. </p> <p> - ‘Is this the room?’ murmured the little gentleman. + ‘Is this the room?’ murmured the little gentleman. </p> <p> Sam nodded assent. @@ -7445,85 +7377,85 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger middle of the room. </p> <p> - ‘You—you are a nice rascal, arn’t you?’ exclaimed Wardle, breathless + ‘You—you are a nice rascal, arn’t you?’ exclaimed Wardle, breathless with passion. </p> <p> - ‘My dear Sir, my dear sir,’ said the little man, laying his hat on the - table, ‘pray, consider—pray. Defamation of character: action for - damages. Calm yourself, my dear sir, pray—’ + ‘My dear Sir, my dear sir,’ said the little man, laying his hat on the + table, ‘pray, consider—pray. Defamation of character: action for + damages. Calm yourself, my dear sir, pray—’ </p> <p> - ‘How dare you drag my sister from my house?’ said the old man. + ‘How dare you drag my sister from my house?’ said the old man. </p> <p> - Ay—ay—very good,’ said the little gentleman, ‘you may ask - that. How dare you, sir?—eh, sir?’ + Ay—ay—very good,’ said the little gentleman, ‘you may ask + that. How dare you, sir?—eh, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Who the devil are you?’ inquired Mr. Jingle, in so fierce a tone, that + ‘Who the devil are you?’ inquired Mr. Jingle, in so fierce a tone, that the little gentleman involuntarily fell back a step or two. </p> <p> - ‘Who is he, you scoundrel,’ interposed Wardle. ‘He’s my lawyer, Mr. - Perker, of Gray’s Inn. Perker, I’ll have this fellow prosecuted—indicted—I’ll—I’ll—I’ll - ruin him. And you,’ continued Mr. Wardle, turning abruptly round to his - sister—‘you, Rachael, at a time of life when you ought to know + ‘Who is he, you scoundrel,’ interposed Wardle. ‘He’s my lawyer, Mr. + Perker, of Gray’s Inn. Perker, I’ll have this fellow prosecuted—indicted—I’ll—I’ll—I’ll + ruin him. And you,’ continued Mr. Wardle, turning abruptly round to his + sister—‘you, Rachael, at a time of life when you ought to know better, what do you mean by running away with a vagabond, disgracing your family, and making yourself miserable? Get on your bonnet and come back. - Call a hackney-coach there, directly, and bring this lady’s bill, d’ye - hear—d’ye hear?’ + Call a hackney-coach there, directly, and bring this lady’s bill, d’ye + hear—d’ye hear?’ </p> <p> - Cert’nly, Sir,’ replied Sam, who had answered Wardle’s violent ringing of + Cert’nly, Sir,’ replied Sam, who had answered Wardle’s violent ringing of the bell with a degree of celerity which must have appeared marvellous to - anybody who didn’t know that his eye had been applied to the outside of + anybody who didn’t know that his eye had been applied to the outside of the keyhole during the whole interview. </p> <p> - ‘Get on your bonnet,’ repeated Wardle. + ‘Get on your bonnet,’ repeated Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Do nothing of the kind,’ said Jingle. ‘Leave the room, Sir—no - business here—lady’s free to act as she pleases—more than - one-and-twenty.’ + ‘Do nothing of the kind,’ said Jingle. ‘Leave the room, Sir—no + business here—lady’s free to act as she pleases—more than + one-and-twenty.’ </p> <p> - ‘More than one-and-twenty!’ ejaculated Wardle contemptuously. ‘More than - one-and-forty!’ + ‘More than one-and-twenty!’ ejaculated Wardle contemptuously. ‘More than + one-and-forty!’ </p> <p> - ‘I ain’t,’ said the spinster aunt, her indignation getting the better of + ‘I ain’t,’ said the spinster aunt, her indignation getting the better of her determination to faint. </p> <p> - ‘You are,’ replied Wardle; ‘you’re fifty if you’re an hour.’ + ‘You are,’ replied Wardle; ‘you’re fifty if you’re an hour.’ </p> <p> Here the spinster aunt uttered a loud shriek, and became senseless. </p> <p> - ‘A glass of water,’ said the humane Mr. Pickwick, summoning the landlady. + ‘A glass of water,’ said the humane Mr. Pickwick, summoning the landlady. </p> <p> - ‘A glass of water!’ said the passionate Wardle. ‘Bring a bucket, and throw - it all over her; it’ll do her good, and she richly deserves it.’ + ‘A glass of water!’ said the passionate Wardle. ‘Bring a bucket, and throw + it all over her; it’ll do her good, and she richly deserves it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ugh, you brute!’ ejaculated the kind-hearted landlady. ‘Poor dear.’ And - with sundry ejaculations of ‘Come now, there’s a dear—drink a little - of this—it’ll do you good—don’t give way so—there’s a - love,’ etc. etc., the landlady, assisted by a chambermaid, proceeded to + ‘Ugh, you brute!’ ejaculated the kind-hearted landlady. ‘Poor dear.’ And + with sundry ejaculations of ‘Come now, there’s a dear—drink a little + of this—it’ll do you good—don’t give way so—there’s a + love,’ etc. etc., the landlady, assisted by a chambermaid, proceeded to vinegar the forehead, beat the hands, titillate the nose, and unlace the stays of the spinster aunt, and to administer such other restoratives as are usually applied by compassionate females to ladies who are endeavouring to ferment themselves into hysterics. </p> <p> - ‘Coach is ready, Sir,’ said Sam, appearing at the door. + ‘Coach is ready, Sir,’ said Sam, appearing at the door. </p> <p> - ‘Come along,’ cried Wardle. ‘I’ll carry her downstairs.’ + ‘Come along,’ cried Wardle. ‘I’ll carry her downstairs.’ </p> <p> At this proposition, the hysterics came on with redoubled violence. @@ -7532,208 +7464,208 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The landlady was about to enter a very violent protest against this proceeding, and had already given vent to an indignant inquiry whether Mr. Wardle considered himself a lord of the creation, when Mr. Jingle - interposed— + interposed— </p> <p> - ‘Boots,’ said he, ‘get me an officer.’ + ‘Boots,’ said he, ‘get me an officer.’ </p> <p> - ‘Stay, stay,’ said little Mr. Perker. ‘Consider, Sir, consider.’ + ‘Stay, stay,’ said little Mr. Perker. ‘Consider, Sir, consider.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll not consider,’ replied Jingle. ‘She’s her own mistress—see who - dares to take her away—unless she wishes it.’ + ‘I’ll not consider,’ replied Jingle. ‘She’s her own mistress—see who + dares to take her away—unless she wishes it.’ </p> <p> - ‘I <i>won’t</i> be taken away,’ murmured the spinster aunt. ‘I <i>don’t</i> - wish it.’ (Here there was a frightful relapse.) + ‘I <i>won’t</i> be taken away,’ murmured the spinster aunt. ‘I <i>don’t</i> + wish it.’ (Here there was a frightful relapse.) </p> <p> - ‘My dear Sir,’ said the little man, in a low tone, taking Mr. Wardle and - Mr. Pickwick apart—‘my dear Sir, we’re in a very awkward situation. - It’s a distressing case—very; I never knew one more so; but really, - my dear sir, really we have no power to control this lady’s actions. I + ‘My dear Sir,’ said the little man, in a low tone, taking Mr. Wardle and + Mr. Pickwick apart—‘my dear Sir, we’re in a very awkward situation. + It’s a distressing case—very; I never knew one more so; but really, + my dear sir, really we have no power to control this lady’s actions. I warned you before we came, my dear sir, that there was nothing to look to - but a compromise.’ + but a compromise.’ </p> <p> There was a short pause. </p> <p> - ‘What kind of compromise would you recommend?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What kind of compromise would you recommend?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Why, my dear Sir, our friend’s in an unpleasant position—very much - so. We must be content to suffer some pecuniary loss.’ + ‘Why, my dear Sir, our friend’s in an unpleasant position—very much + so. We must be content to suffer some pecuniary loss.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll suffer any, rather than submit to this disgrace, and let her, fool - as she is, be made miserable for life,’ said Wardle. + ‘I’ll suffer any, rather than submit to this disgrace, and let her, fool + as she is, be made miserable for life,’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘I rather think it can be done,’ said the bustling little man. ‘Mr. - Jingle, will you step with us into the next room for a moment?’ + ‘I rather think it can be done,’ said the bustling little man. ‘Mr. + Jingle, will you step with us into the next room for a moment?’ </p> <p> Mr. Jingle assented, and the quartette walked into an empty apartment. </p> <p> - ‘Now, sir,’ said the little man, as he carefully closed the door, ‘is - there no way of accommodating this matter—step this way, sir, for a - moment—into this window, Sir, where we can be alone—there, + ‘Now, sir,’ said the little man, as he carefully closed the door, ‘is + there no way of accommodating this matter—step this way, sir, for a + moment—into this window, Sir, where we can be alone—there, sir, there, pray sit down, sir. Now, my dear Sir, between you and I, we know very well, my dear Sir, that you have run off with this lady for the - sake of her money. Don’t frown, Sir, don’t frown; I say, between you and + sake of her money. Don’t frown, Sir, don’t frown; I say, between you and I, <i>we</i> know it. We are both men of the world, and WE know very well - that our friends here, are not—eh?’ + that our friends here, are not—eh?’ </p> <p> - Mr. Jingle’s face gradually relaxed; and something distantly resembling a + Mr. Jingle’s face gradually relaxed; and something distantly resembling a wink quivered for an instant in his left eye. </p> <p> - ‘Very good, very good,’ said the little man, observing the impression he - had made. ‘Now, the fact is, that beyond a few hundreds, the lady has - little or nothing till the death of her mother—fine old lady, my - dear Sir.’ + ‘Very good, very good,’ said the little man, observing the impression he + had made. ‘Now, the fact is, that beyond a few hundreds, the lady has + little or nothing till the death of her mother—fine old lady, my + dear Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘<i>Old</i>,’ said Mr. Jingle briefly but emphatically. + ‘<i>Old</i>,’ said Mr. Jingle briefly but emphatically. </p> <p> - ‘Why, yes,’ said the attorney, with a slight cough. ‘You are right, my + ‘Why, yes,’ said the attorney, with a slight cough. ‘You are right, my dear Sir, she is rather old. She comes of an old family though, my dear Sir; old in every sense of the word. The founder of that family came into - Kent when Julius Caesar invaded Britain;—only one member of it, - since, who hasn’t lived to eighty-five, and he was beheaded by one of the - Henrys. The old lady is not seventy-three now, my dear Sir.’ The little + Kent when Julius Caesar invaded Britain;—only one member of it, + since, who hasn’t lived to eighty-five, and he was beheaded by one of the + Henrys. The old lady is not seventy-three now, my dear Sir.’ The little man paused, and took a pinch of snuff. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ cried Mr. Jingle. + ‘Well,’ cried Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘Well, my dear sir—you don’t take snuff!—ah! so much the - better—expensive habit—well, my dear Sir, you’re a fine young - man, man of the world—able to push your fortune, if you had capital, - eh?’ + ‘Well, my dear sir—you don’t take snuff!—ah! so much the + better—expensive habit—well, my dear Sir, you’re a fine young + man, man of the world—able to push your fortune, if you had capital, + eh?’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Jingle again. + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Jingle again. </p> <p> - ‘Do you comprehend me?’ + ‘Do you comprehend me?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not quite.’ + ‘Not quite.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t you think—now, my dear Sir, I put it to you don’t you think—that + ‘Don’t you think—now, my dear Sir, I put it to you don’t you think—that fifty pounds and liberty would be better than Miss Wardle and - expectation?’ + expectation?’ </p> <p> - ‘Won’t do—not half enough!’ said Mr. Jingle, rising. + ‘Won’t do—not half enough!’ said Mr. Jingle, rising. </p> <p> - ‘Nay, nay, my dear Sir,’ remonstrated the little attorney, seizing him by - the button. ‘Good round sum—a man like you could treble it in no - time—great deal to be done with fifty pounds, my dear Sir.’ + ‘Nay, nay, my dear Sir,’ remonstrated the little attorney, seizing him by + the button. ‘Good round sum—a man like you could treble it in no + time—great deal to be done with fifty pounds, my dear Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘More to be done with a hundred and fifty,’ replied Mr. Jingle coolly. + ‘More to be done with a hundred and fifty,’ replied Mr. Jingle coolly. </p> <p> - ‘Well, my dear Sir, we won’t waste time in splitting straws,’ resumed the - little man, ‘say—say—seventy.’ + ‘Well, my dear Sir, we won’t waste time in splitting straws,’ resumed the + little man, ‘say—say—seventy.’ </p> <p> - Won’t do,’ said Mr. Jingle. + Won’t do,’ said Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t go away, my dear sir—pray don’t hurry,’ said the little man. - ‘Eighty; come: I’ll write you a cheque at once.’ + ‘Don’t go away, my dear sir—pray don’t hurry,’ said the little man. + ‘Eighty; come: I’ll write you a cheque at once.’ </p> <p> - ‘Won’t do,’ said Mr. Jingle. + ‘Won’t do,’ said Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘Well, my dear Sir, well,’ said the little man, still detaining him; ‘just - tell me what <i>will</i> do.’ + ‘Well, my dear Sir, well,’ said the little man, still detaining him; ‘just + tell me what <i>will</i> do.’ </p> <p> - ‘Expensive affair,’ said Mr. Jingle. ‘Money out of pocket—posting, - nine pounds; licence, three—that’s twelve—compensation, a - hundred—hundred and twelve—breach of honour—and loss of - the lady—’ + ‘Expensive affair,’ said Mr. Jingle. ‘Money out of pocket—posting, + nine pounds; licence, three—that’s twelve—compensation, a + hundred—hundred and twelve—breach of honour—and loss of + the lady—’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, my dear Sir, yes,’ said the little man, with a knowing look, ‘never - mind the last two items. That’s a hundred and twelve—say a hundred—come.’ + ‘Yes, my dear Sir, yes,’ said the little man, with a knowing look, ‘never + mind the last two items. That’s a hundred and twelve—say a hundred—come.’ </p> <p> - ‘And twenty,’ said Mr. Jingle. + ‘And twenty,’ said Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘Come, come, I’ll write you a cheque,’ said the little man; and down he + ‘Come, come, I’ll write you a cheque,’ said the little man; and down he sat at the table for that purpose. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll make it payable the day after to-morrow,’ said the little man, with - a look towards Mr. Wardle; ‘and we can get the lady away, meanwhile.’ Mr. + ‘I’ll make it payable the day after to-morrow,’ said the little man, with + a look towards Mr. Wardle; ‘and we can get the lady away, meanwhile.’ Mr. Wardle sullenly nodded assent. </p> <p> - ‘A hundred,’ said the little man. + ‘A hundred,’ said the little man. </p> <p> - ‘And twenty,’ said Mr. Jingle. + ‘And twenty,’ said Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘My dear Sir,’ remonstrated the little man. + ‘My dear Sir,’ remonstrated the little man. </p> <p> - ‘Give it him,’ interposed Mr. Wardle, ‘and let him go.’ + ‘Give it him,’ interposed Mr. Wardle, ‘and let him go.’ </p> <p> The cheque was written by the little gentleman, and pocketed by Mr. Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘Now, leave this house instantly!’ said Wardle, starting up. + ‘Now, leave this house instantly!’ said Wardle, starting up. </p> <p> - ‘My dear Sir,’ urged the little man. + ‘My dear Sir,’ urged the little man. </p> <p> - ‘And mind,’ said Mr. Wardle, ‘that nothing should have induced me to make - this compromise—not even a regard for my family—if I had not - known that the moment you got any money in that pocket of yours, you’d go - to the devil faster, if possible, than you would without it—’ + ‘And mind,’ said Mr. Wardle, ‘that nothing should have induced me to make + this compromise—not even a regard for my family—if I had not + known that the moment you got any money in that pocket of yours, you’d go + to the devil faster, if possible, than you would without it—’ </p> <p> - ‘My dear sir,’ urged the little man again. + ‘My dear sir,’ urged the little man again. </p> <p> - ‘Be quiet, Perker,’ resumed Wardle. ‘Leave the room, Sir.’ + ‘Be quiet, Perker,’ resumed Wardle. ‘Leave the room, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Off directly,’ said the unabashed Jingle. ‘Bye bye, Pickwick.’ + ‘Off directly,’ said the unabashed Jingle. ‘Bye bye, Pickwick.’ </p> <p> If any dispassionate spectator could have beheld the countenance of the illustrious man, whose name forms the leading feature of the title of this work, during the latter part of this conversation, he would have been almost induced to wonder that the indignant fire which flashed from his - eyes did not melt the glasses of his spectacles—so majestic was his + eyes did not melt the glasses of his spectacles—so majestic was his wrath. His nostrils dilated, and his fists clenched involuntarily, as he - heard himself addressed by the villain. But he restrained himself again—he + heard himself addressed by the villain. But he restrained himself again—he did not pulverise him. </p> <p> - ‘Here,’ continued the hardened traitor, tossing the licence at Mr. - Pickwick’s feet; ‘get the name altered—take home the lady—do - for Tuppy.’ + ‘Here,’ continued the hardened traitor, tossing the licence at Mr. + Pickwick’s feet; ‘get the name altered—take home the lady—do + for Tuppy.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick was a philosopher, but philosophers are only men in armour, @@ -7743,30 +7675,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger disappeared, and he found himself caught in the arms of Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo,’ said that eccentric functionary, ‘furniter’s cheap where you come - from, Sir. Self-acting ink, that ‘ere; it’s wrote your mark upon the wall, - old gen’l’m’n. Hold still, Sir; wot’s the use o’ runnin’ arter a man as - has made his lucky, and got to t’other end of the Borough by this time?’ + ‘Hollo,’ said that eccentric functionary, ‘furniter’s cheap where you come + from, Sir. Self-acting ink, that ‘ere; it’s wrote your mark upon the wall, + old gen’l’m’n. Hold still, Sir; wot’s the use o’ runnin’ arter a man as + has made his lucky, and got to t’other end of the Borough by this time?’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s mind, like those of all truly great men, was open to - conviction. He was a quick and powerful reasoner; and a moment’s + Mr. Pickwick’s mind, like those of all truly great men, was open to + conviction. He was a quick and powerful reasoner; and a moment’s reflection sufficed to remind him of the impotency of his rage. It subsided as quickly as it had been roused. He panted for breath, and looked benignantly round upon his friends. </p> <p> Shall we tell the lamentations that ensued when Miss Wardle found herself - deserted by the faithless Jingle? Shall we extract Mr. Pickwick’s masterly + deserted by the faithless Jingle? Shall we extract Mr. Pickwick’s masterly description of that heartrending scene? His note-book, blotted with the tears of sympathising humanity, lies open before us; one word, and it is - in the printer’s hands. But, no! we will be resolute! We will not wring + in the printer’s hands. But, no! we will be resolute! We will not wring the public bosom, with the delineation of such suffering! </p> <p> Slowly and sadly did the two friends and the deserted lady return next day in the Muggleton heavy coach. Dimly and darkly had the sombre shadows of a - summer’s night fallen upon all around, when they again reached Dingley + summer’s night fallen upon all around, when they again reached Dingley Dell, and stood within the entrance to Manor Farm. </p> <p> @@ -7778,12 +7710,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </div> <h2> CHAPTER XI. INVOLVING ANOTHER JOURNEY, AND AN ANTIQUARIAN DISCOVERY; - RECORDING MR. PICKWICK’S DETERMINATION TO BE PRESENT AT AN ELECTION; AND - CONTAINING A MANUSCRIPT OF THE OLD CLERGYMAN’S + RECORDING MR. PICKWICK’S DETERMINATION TO BE PRESENT AT AN ELECTION; AND + CONTAINING A MANUSCRIPT OF THE OLD CLERGYMAN’S </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> night of quiet - and repose in the profound silence of Dingley Dell, and an hour’s + and repose in the profound silence of Dingley Dell, and an hour’s breathing of its fresh and fragrant air on the ensuing morning, completely recovered Mr. Pickwick from the effects of his late fatigue of body and anxiety of mind. That illustrious man had been separated from his friends @@ -7791,15 +7723,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger delight, which no common imagination can adequately conceive, that he stepped forward to greet Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass, as he encountered those gentlemen on his return from his early walk. The pleasure was - mutual; for who could ever gaze on Mr. Pickwick’s beaming face without + mutual; for who could ever gaze on Mr. Pickwick’s beaming face without experiencing the sensation? But still a cloud seemed to hang over his companions which that great man could not but be sensible of, and was wholly at a loss to account for. There was a mysterious air about them both, as unusual as it was alarming. </p> <p> - ‘And how,’ said Mr. Pickwick, when he had grasped his followers by the - hand, and exchanged warm salutations of welcome—‘how is Tupman?’ + ‘And how,’ said Mr. Pickwick, when he had grasped his followers by the + hand, and exchanged warm salutations of welcome—‘how is Tupman?’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle, to whom the question was more peculiarly addressed, made no @@ -7807,54 +7739,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger reflection. </p> <p> - ‘Snodgrass,’ said Mr. Pickwick earnestly, ‘how is our friend—he is - not ill?’ + ‘Snodgrass,’ said Mr. Pickwick earnestly, ‘how is our friend—he is + not ill?’ </p> <p> - ‘No,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass; and a tear trembled on his sentimental - eyelid, like a rain-drop on a window-frame—‘no; he is not ill.’ + ‘No,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass; and a tear trembled on his sentimental + eyelid, like a rain-drop on a window-frame—‘no; he is not ill.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick stopped, and gazed on each of his friends in turn. </p> <p> - ‘Winkle—Snodgrass,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘what does this mean? Where - is our friend? What has happened? Speak—I conjure, I entreat—nay, - I command you, speak.’ + ‘Winkle—Snodgrass,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘what does this mean? Where + is our friend? What has happened? Speak—I conjure, I entreat—nay, + I command you, speak.’ </p> <p> - There was a solemnity—a dignity—in Mr. Pickwick’s manner, not + There was a solemnity—a dignity—in Mr. Pickwick’s manner, not to be withstood. </p> <p> - ‘He is gone,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘He is gone,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Gone!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. ‘Gone!’ + ‘Gone!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. ‘Gone!’ </p> <p> - ‘Gone,’ repeated Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Gone,’ repeated Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Where!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Where!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘We can only guess, from that communication,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass, - taking a letter from his pocket, and placing it in his friend’s hand. - ‘Yesterday morning, when a letter was received from Mr. Wardle, stating + ‘We can only guess, from that communication,’ replied Mr. Snodgrass, + taking a letter from his pocket, and placing it in his friend’s hand. + ‘Yesterday morning, when a letter was received from Mr. Wardle, stating that you would be home with his sister at night, the melancholy which had hung over our friend during the whole of the previous day, was observed to increase. He shortly afterwards disappeared: he was missing during the whole day, and in the evening this letter was brought by the hostler from the Crown, at Muggleton. It had been left in his charge in the morning, - with a strict injunction that it should not be delivered until night.’ + with a strict injunction that it should not be delivered until night.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick opened the epistle. It was in his friend’s hand-writing, and - these were its contents:— + Mr. Pickwick opened the epistle. It was in his friend’s hand-writing, and + these were its contents:— </p> <p> - ‘MY DEAR PICKWICK,—<i>You</i>, my dear friend, are placed far beyond + ‘MY DEAR PICKWICK,—<i>You</i>, my dear friend, are placed far beyond the reach of many mortal frailties and weaknesses which ordinary people cannot overcome. You do not know what it is, at one blow, to be deserted by a lovely and fascinating creature, and to fall a victim to the @@ -7862,23 +7794,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger friendship. I hope you never may. </p> <p> - ‘Any letter addressed to me at the Leather Bottle, Cobham, Kent, will be - forwarded—supposing I still exist. I hasten from the sight of that + ‘Any letter addressed to me at the Leather Bottle, Cobham, Kent, will be + forwarded—supposing I still exist. I hasten from the sight of that world, which has become odious to me. Should I hasten from it altogether, - pity—forgive me. Life, my dear Pickwick, has become insupportable to - me. The spirit which burns within us, is a porter’s knot, on which to rest + pity—forgive me. Life, my dear Pickwick, has become insupportable to + me. The spirit which burns within us, is a porter’s knot, on which to rest the heavy load of worldly cares and troubles; and when that spirit fails us, the burden is too heavy to be borne. We sink beneath it. You may tell - Rachael—Ah, that name!— + Rachael—Ah, that name!— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘TRACY TUPMAN.’ + ‘TRACY TUPMAN.’ </pre> <p> - ‘We must leave this place directly,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he refolded the - note. ‘It would not have been decent for us to remain here, under any + ‘We must leave this place directly,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he refolded the + note. ‘It would not have been decent for us to remain here, under any circumstances, after what has happened; and now we are bound to follow in - search of our friend.’ And so saying, he led the way to the house. + search of our friend.’ And so saying, he led the way to the house. </p> <p> His intention was rapidly communicated. The entreaties to remain were @@ -7889,21 +7821,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The old clergyman was present. </p> <p> - ‘You are not really going?’ said he, taking Mr. Pickwick aside. + ‘You are not really going?’ said he, taking Mr. Pickwick aside. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick reiterated his former determination. </p> <p> - ‘Then here,’ said the old gentleman, ‘is a little manuscript, which I had + ‘Then here,’ said the old gentleman, ‘is a little manuscript, which I had hoped to have the pleasure of reading to you myself. I found it on the - death of a friend of mine—a medical man, engaged in our county - lunatic asylum—among a variety of papers, which I had the option of + death of a friend of mine—a medical man, engaged in our county + lunatic asylum—among a variety of papers, which I had the option of destroying or preserving, as I thought proper. I can hardly believe that - the manuscript is genuine, though it certainly is not in my friend’s hand. + the manuscript is genuine, though it certainly is not in my friend’s hand. However, whether it be the genuine production of a maniac, or founded upon the ravings of some unhappy being (which I think more probable), read it, - and judge for yourself.’ + and judge for yourself.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick received the manuscript, and parted from the benevolent old @@ -7912,9 +7844,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> It was a more difficult task to take leave of the inmates of Manor Farm, from whom they had received so much hospitality and kindness. Mr. Pickwick - kissed the young ladies—we were going to say, as if they were his + kissed the young ladies—we were going to say, as if they were his own daughters, only, as he might possibly have infused a little more - warmth into the salutation, the comparison would not be quite appropriate—hugged + warmth into the salutation, the comparison would not be quite appropriate—hugged the old lady with filial cordiality; and patted the rosy cheeks of the female servants in a most patriarchal manner, as he slipped into the hands of each some more substantial expression of his approval. The exchange of @@ -7925,7 +7857,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger were enabled to tear themselves from their friendly entertainers. Many a backward look they gave at the farm, as they walked slowly away; and many a kiss did Mr. Snodgrass waft in the air, in acknowledgment of something - very like a lady’s handkerchief, which was waved from one of the upper + very like a lady’s handkerchief, which was waved from one of the upper windows, until a turn of the lane hid the old house from their sight. </p> <p> @@ -7942,7 +7874,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger birds that perched upon the boughs. The ivy and the moss crept in thick clusters over the old trees, and the soft green turf overspread the ground like a silken mat. They emerged upon an open park, with an ancient hall, - displaying the quaint and picturesque architecture of Elizabeth’s time. + displaying the quaint and picturesque architecture of Elizabeth’s time. Long vistas of stately oaks and elm trees appeared on every side; large herds of deer were cropping the fresh grass; and occasionally a startled hare scoured along the ground, with the speed of the shadows thrown by the @@ -7950,17 +7882,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger summer. </p> <p> - ‘If this,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking about him—‘if this were the - place to which all who are troubled with our friend’s complaint came, I - fancy their old attachment to this world would very soon return.’ + ‘If this,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking about him—‘if this were the + place to which all who are troubled with our friend’s complaint came, I + fancy their old attachment to this world would very soon return.’ </p> <p> - ‘I think so too,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘I think so too,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘And really,’ added Mr. Pickwick, after half an hour’s walking had brought - them to the village, ‘really, for a misanthrope’s choice, this is one of - the prettiest and most desirable places of residence I ever met with.’ + ‘And really,’ added Mr. Pickwick, after half an hour’s walking had brought + them to the village, ‘really, for a misanthrope’s choice, this is one of + the prettiest and most desirable places of residence I ever met with.’ </p> <p> In this opinion also, both Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass expressed their @@ -7969,7 +7901,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger inquired for a gentleman of the name of Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Show the gentlemen into the parlour, Tom,’ said the landlady. + ‘Show the gentlemen into the parlour, Tom,’ said the landlady. </p> <p> A stout country lad opened a door at the end of the passage, and the three @@ -7986,32 +7918,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger fork, and with a mournful air advanced to meet them. </p> <p> - ‘I did not expect to see you here,’ he said, as he grasped Mr. Pickwick’s - hand. ‘It’s very kind.’ + ‘I did not expect to see you here,’ he said, as he grasped Mr. Pickwick’s + hand. ‘It’s very kind.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said Mr. Pickwick, sitting down, and wiping from his forehead the - perspiration which the walk had engendered. ‘Finish your dinner, and walk - out with me. I wish to speak to you alone.’ + ‘Ah!’ said Mr. Pickwick, sitting down, and wiping from his forehead the + perspiration which the walk had engendered. ‘Finish your dinner, and walk + out with me. I wish to speak to you alone.’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman did as he was desired; and Mr. Pickwick having refreshed - himself with a copious draught of ale, waited his friend’s leisure. The + himself with a copious draught of ale, waited his friend’s leisure. The dinner was quickly despatched, and they walked out together. </p> <p> For half an hour, their forms might have been seen pacing the churchyard - to and fro, while Mr. Pickwick was engaged in combating his companion’s + to and fro, while Mr. Pickwick was engaged in combating his companion’s resolution. Any repetition of his arguments would be useless; for what language could convey to them that energy and force which their great - originator’s manner communicated? Whether Mr. Tupman was already tired of + originator’s manner communicated? Whether Mr. Tupman was already tired of retirement, or whether he was wholly unable to resist the eloquent appeal which was made to him, matters not, he did <i>not </i> resist it at last. </p> <p> - ‘It mattered little to him,’ he said, ‘where he dragged out the miserable + ‘It mattered little to him,’ he said, ‘where he dragged out the miserable remainder of his days; and since his friend laid so much stress upon his - humble companionship, he was willing to share his adventures.’ + humble companionship, he was willing to share his adventures.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick smiled; they shook hands, and walked back to rejoin their @@ -8023,15 +7955,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger antiquarian in this or any other country. They had passed the door of their inn, and walked a little way down the village, before they recollected the precise spot in which it stood. As they turned back, Mr. - Pickwick’s eye fell upon a small broken stone, partially buried in the + Pickwick’s eye fell upon a small broken stone, partially buried in the ground, in front of a cottage door. He paused. </p> <p> - ‘This is very strange,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘This is very strange,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘What is strange?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, staring eagerly at every object - near him, but the right one. ‘God bless me, what’s the matter?’ + ‘What is strange?’ inquired Mr. Tupman, staring eagerly at every object + near him, but the right one. ‘God bless me, what’s the matter?’ </p> <p> This last was an ejaculation of irrepressible astonishment, occasioned by @@ -8040,44 +7972,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pocket-handkerchief. </p> <p> - ‘There is an inscription here,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘There is an inscription here,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Is it possible?’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Is it possible?’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘I can discern,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, rubbing away with all his might, - and gazing intently through his spectacles—‘I can discern a cross, - and a 13, and then a T. This is important,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, - starting up. ‘This is some very old inscription, existing perhaps long - before the ancient alms-houses in this place. It must not be lost.’ + ‘I can discern,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, rubbing away with all his might, + and gazing intently through his spectacles—‘I can discern a cross, + and a 13, and then a T. This is important,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, + starting up. ‘This is some very old inscription, existing perhaps long + before the ancient alms-houses in this place. It must not be lost.’ </p> <p> He tapped at the cottage door. A labouring man opened it. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know how this stone came here, my friend?’ inquired the benevolent + ‘Do you know how this stone came here, my friend?’ inquired the benevolent Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No, I doan’t, Sir,’ replied the man civilly. ‘It was here long afore I - was born, or any on us.’ + ‘No, I doan’t, Sir,’ replied the man civilly. ‘It was here long afore I + was born, or any on us.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick glanced triumphantly at his companion. </p> <p> - ‘You—you—are not particularly attached to it, I dare say,’ - said Mr. Pickwick, trembling with anxiety. ‘You wouldn’t mind selling it, - now?’ + ‘You—you—are not particularly attached to it, I dare say,’ + said Mr. Pickwick, trembling with anxiety. ‘You wouldn’t mind selling it, + now?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah! but who’d buy it?’ inquired the man, with an expression of face which + ‘Ah! but who’d buy it?’ inquired the man, with an expression of face which he probably meant to be very cunning. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll give you ten shillings for it, at once,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘if you - would take it up for me.’ + ‘I’ll give you ten shillings for it, at once,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘if you + would take it up for me.’ </p> <p> The astonishment of the village may be easily imagined, when (the little @@ -8090,7 +8022,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger patience and assiduity, their washing and scraping, were crowned with success. The stone was uneven and broken, and the letters were straggling and irregular, but the following fragment of an inscription was clearly to - be deciphered:— + be deciphered:— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> [cross] B I L S T @@ -8100,31 +8032,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger ARK </pre> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s eyes sparkled with delight, as he sat and gloated over the + Mr. Pickwick’s eyes sparkled with delight, as he sat and gloated over the treasure he had discovered. He had attained one of the greatest objects of his ambition. In a county known to abound in the remains of the early ages; in a village in which there still existed some memorials of the - olden time, he—he, the chairman of the Pickwick Club—had + olden time, he—he, the chairman of the Pickwick Club—had discovered a strange and curious inscription of unquestionable antiquity, which had wholly escaped the observation of the many learned men who had preceded him. He could hardly trust the evidence of his senses. </p> <p> - ‘This—this,’ said he, ‘determines me. We return to town to-morrow.’ + ‘This—this,’ said he, ‘determines me. We return to town to-morrow.’ </p> <p> - ‘To-morrow!’ exclaimed his admiring followers. + ‘To-morrow!’ exclaimed his admiring followers. </p> <p> - ‘To-morrow,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘This treasure must be at once deposited + ‘To-morrow,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘This treasure must be at once deposited where it can be thoroughly investigated and properly understood. I have another reason for this step. In a few days, an election is to take place for the borough of Eatanswill, at which Mr. Perker, a gentleman whom I lately met, is the agent of one of the candidates. We will behold, and - minutely examine, a scene so interesting to every Englishman.’ + minutely examine, a scene so interesting to every Englishman.’ </p> <p> - ‘We will,’ was the animated cry of three voices. + ‘We will,’ was the animated cry of three voices. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick looked round him. The attachment and fervour of his followers @@ -8132,7 +8064,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger felt it. </p> <p> - ‘Let us celebrate this happy meeting with a convivial glass,’ said he. + ‘Let us celebrate this happy meeting with a convivial glass,’ said he. This proposition, like the other, was received with unanimous applause. Having himself deposited the important stone in a small deal box, purchased from the landlady for the purpose, he placed himself in an @@ -8140,8 +8072,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger festivity and conversation. </p> <p> - It was past eleven o’clock—a late hour for the little village of - Cobham—when Mr. Pickwick retired to the bedroom which had been + It was past eleven o’clock—a late hour for the little village of + Cobham—when Mr. Pickwick retired to the bedroom which had been prepared for his reception. He threw open the lattice window, and setting his light upon the table, fell into a train of meditation on the hurried events of the two preceding days. @@ -8150,29 +8082,29 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The hour and the place were both favourable to contemplation; Mr. Pickwick was roused by the church clock striking twelve. The first stroke of the hour sounded solemnly in his ear, but when the bell ceased the stillness - seemed insupportable—he almost felt as if he had lost a companion. + seemed insupportable—he almost felt as if he had lost a companion. He was nervous and excited; and hastily undressing himself and placing his light in the chimney, got into bed. </p> <p> Every one has experienced that disagreeable state of mind, in which a sensation of bodily weariness in vain contends against an inability to - sleep. It was Mr. Pickwick’s condition at this moment: he tossed first on + sleep. It was Mr. Pickwick’s condition at this moment: he tossed first on one side and then on the other; and perseveringly closed his eyes as if to coax himself to slumber. It was of no use. Whether it was the unwonted exertion he had undergone, or the heat, or the brandy-and-water, or the - strange bed—whatever it was, his thoughts kept reverting very + strange bed—whatever it was, his thoughts kept reverting very uncomfortably to the grim pictures downstairs, and the old stories to which they had given rise in the course of the evening. After half an - hour’s tumbling about, he came to the unsatisfactory conclusion, that it + hour’s tumbling about, he came to the unsatisfactory conclusion, that it was of no use trying to sleep; so he got up and partially dressed himself. Anything, he thought, was better than lying there fancying all kinds of - horrors. He looked out of the window—it was very dark. He walked - about the room—it was very lonely. + horrors. He looked out of the window—it was very dark. He walked + about the room—it was very lonely. </p> <p> He had taken a few turns from the door to the window, and from the window - to the door, when the clergyman’s manuscript for the first time entered + to the door, when the clergyman’s manuscript for the first time entered his head. It was a good thought. If it failed to interest him, it might send him to sleep. He took it from his coat pocket, and drawing a small table towards his bedside, trimmed the light, put on his spectacles, and @@ -8180,27 +8112,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger much soiled and blotted. The title gave him a sudden start, too; and he could not avoid casting a wistful glance round the room. Reflecting on the absurdity of giving way to such feelings, however, he trimmed the light - again, and read as follows:— + again, and read as follows:— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - A MADMAN’S MANUSCRIPT + A MADMAN’S MANUSCRIPT </pre> <p> - ‘Yes!—a madman’s! How that word would have struck to my heart, many + ‘Yes!—a madman’s! How that word would have struck to my heart, many years ago! How it would have roused the terror that used to come upon me sometimes, sending the blood hissing and tingling through my veins, till the cold dew of fear stood in large drops upon my skin, and my knees - knocked together with fright! I like it now though. It’s a fine name. Show + knocked together with fright! I like it now though. It’s a fine name. Show me the monarch whose angry frown was ever feared like the glare of a - madman’s eye—whose cord and axe were ever half so sure as a madman’s - gripe. Ho! ho! It’s a grand thing to be mad! to be peeped at like a wild - lion through the iron bars—to gnash one’s teeth and howl, through + madman’s eye—whose cord and axe were ever half so sure as a madman’s + gripe. Ho! ho! It’s a grand thing to be mad! to be peeped at like a wild + lion through the iron bars—to gnash one’s teeth and howl, through the long still night, to the merry ring of a heavy chain and to roll and twine among the straw, transported with such brave music. Hurrah for the - madhouse! Oh, it’s a rare place! + madhouse! Oh, it’s a rare place! </p> <p> - ‘I remember days when I was afraid of being mad; when I used to start from + ‘I remember days when I was afraid of being mad; when I used to start from my sleep, and fall upon my knees, and pray to be spared from the curse of my race; when I rushed from the sight of merriment or happiness, to hide myself in some lonely place, and spend the weary hours in watching the @@ -8214,8 +8146,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger doomed madman; and I slunk away again to mope in solitude. </p> <p> - ‘I did this for years; long, long years they were. The nights here are - long sometimes—very long; but they are nothing to the restless + ‘I did this for years; long, long years they were. The nights here are + long sometimes—very long; but they are nothing to the restless nights, and dreadful dreams I had at that time. It makes me cold to remember them. Large dusky forms with sly and jeering faces crouched in the corners of the room, and bent over my bed at night, tempting me to @@ -8225,12 +8157,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger my head till the room rang with it, that in one generation before him the madness slumbered, but that his grandfather had lived for years with his hands fettered to the ground, to prevent his tearing himself to pieces. I - knew they told the truth—I knew it well. I had found it out years + knew they told the truth—I knew it well. I had found it out years before, though they had tried to keep it from me. Ha! ha! I was too cunning for them, madman as they thought me. </p> <p> - ‘At last it came upon me, and I wondered how I could ever have feared it. + ‘At last it came upon me, and I wondered how I could ever have feared it. I could go into the world now, and laugh and shout with the best among them. I knew I was mad, but they did not even suspect it. How I used to hug myself with delight, when I thought of the fine trick I was playing @@ -8245,19 +8177,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger will, to plunge it in his heart. Oh, it was a merry life! </p> <p> - ‘Riches became mine, wealth poured in upon me, and I rioted in pleasures + ‘Riches became mine, wealth poured in upon me, and I rioted in pleasures enhanced a thousandfold to me by the consciousness of my well-kept secret. - I inherited an estate. The law—the eagle-eyed law itself—had - been deceived, and had handed over disputed thousands to a madman’s hands. + I inherited an estate. The law—the eagle-eyed law itself—had + been deceived, and had handed over disputed thousands to a madman’s hands. Where was the wit of the sharp-sighted men of sound mind? Where the - dexterity of the lawyers, eager to discover a flaw? The madman’s cunning + dexterity of the lawyers, eager to discover a flaw? The madman’s cunning had overreached them all. </p> <p> - ‘I had money. How I was courted! I spent it profusely. How I was praised! + ‘I had money. How I was courted! I spent it profusely. How I was praised! How those three proud, overbearing brothers humbled themselves before me! - The old, white-headed father, too—such deference—such respect—such - devoted friendship—he worshipped me! The old man had a daughter, and + The old, white-headed father, too—such deference—such respect—such + devoted friendship—he worshipped me! The old man had a daughter, and the young men a sister; and all the five were poor. I was rich; and when I married the girl, I saw a smile of triumph play upon the faces of her needy relatives, as they thought of their well-planned scheme, and their @@ -8266,13 +8198,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger thought they had married her to a madman. </p> <p> - ‘Stay. If they had known it, would they have saved her? A sister’s - happiness against her husband’s gold. The lightest feather I blow into the + ‘Stay. If they had known it, would they have saved her? A sister’s + happiness against her husband’s gold. The lightest feather I blow into the air, against the gay chain that ornaments my body! </p> <p> - ‘In one thing I was deceived with all my cunning. If I had not been mad—for - though we madmen are sharp-witted enough, we get bewildered sometimes—I + ‘In one thing I was deceived with all my cunning. If I had not been mad—for + though we madmen are sharp-witted enough, we get bewildered sometimes—I should have known that the girl would rather have been placed, stiff and cold in a dull leaden coffin, than borne an envied bride to my rich, glittering house. I should have known that her heart was with the @@ -8281,21 +8213,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger white-headed man and the haughty brothers. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I + ‘I don’t remember forms or faces now, but I know the girl was beautiful. I know she was; for in the bright moonlight nights, when I start up from my sleep, and all is quiet about me, I see, standing still and motionless in one corner of this cell, a slight and wasted figure with long black hair, which, streaming down her back, stirs with no earthly wind, and eyes that fix their gaze on me, and never wink or close. Hush! the blood chills at - my heart as I write it down—that form is <i>her’s</i>; the face is + my heart as I write it down—that form is <i>her’s</i>; the face is very pale, and the eyes are glassy bright; but I know them well. That figure never moves; it never frowns and mouths as others do, that fill this place sometimes; but it is much more dreadful to me, even than the - spirits that tempted me many years ago—it comes fresh from the + spirits that tempted me many years ago—it comes fresh from the grave; and is so very death-like. </p> <p> - ‘For nearly a year I saw that face grow paler; for nearly a year I saw the + ‘For nearly a year I saw that face grow paler; for nearly a year I saw the tears steal down the mournful cheeks, and never knew the cause. I found it out at last though. They could not keep it from me long. She had never liked me; I had never thought she did: she despised my wealth, and hated @@ -8303,35 +8235,35 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger another. This I had never thought of. Strange feelings came over me, and thoughts, forced upon me by some secret power, whirled round and round my brain. I did not hate her, though I hated the boy she still wept for. I - pitied—yes, I pitied—the wretched life to which her cold and + pitied—yes, I pitied—the wretched life to which her cold and selfish relations had doomed her. I knew that she could not live long; but the thought that before her death she might give birth to some ill-fated being, destined to hand down madness to its offspring, determined me. I resolved to kill her. </p> <p> - ‘For many weeks I thought of poison, and then of drowning, and then of - fire. A fine sight, the grand house in flames, and the madman’s wife + ‘For many weeks I thought of poison, and then of drowning, and then of + fire. A fine sight, the grand house in flames, and the madman’s wife smouldering away to cinders. Think of the jest of a large reward, too, and of some sane man swinging in the wind for a deed he never did, and all - through a madman’s cunning! I thought often of this, but I gave it up at + through a madman’s cunning! I thought often of this, but I gave it up at last. Oh! the pleasure of stropping the razor day after day, feeling the sharp edge, and thinking of the gash one stroke of its thin, bright edge would make! </p> <p> - ‘At last the old spirits who had been with me so often before whispered in + ‘At last the old spirits who had been with me so often before whispered in my ear that the time was come, and thrust the open razor into my hand. I grasped it firmly, rose softly from the bed, and leaned over my sleeping wife. Her face was buried in her hands. I withdrew them softly, and they fell listlessly on her bosom. She had been weeping; for the traces of the tears were still wet upon her cheek. Her face was calm and placid; and even as I looked upon it, a tranquil smile lighted up her pale features. I - laid my hand softly on her shoulder. She started—it was only a + laid my hand softly on her shoulder. She started—it was only a passing dream. I leaned forward again. She screamed, and woke. </p> <p> - ‘One motion of my hand, and she would never again have uttered cry or + ‘One motion of my hand, and she would never again have uttered cry or sound. But I was startled, and drew back. Her eyes were fixed on mine. I knew not how it was, but they cowed and frightened me; and I quailed beneath them. She rose from the bed, still gazing fixedly and steadily on @@ -8341,23 +8273,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger arm. Uttering shriek upon shriek, she sank upon the ground. </p> <p> - ‘Now I could have killed her without a struggle; but the house was + ‘Now I could have killed her without a struggle; but the house was alarmed. I heard the tread of footsteps on the stairs. I replaced the razor in its usual drawer, unfastened the door, and called loudly for assistance. </p> <p> - ‘They came, and raised her, and placed her on the bed. She lay bereft of + ‘They came, and raised her, and placed her on the bed. She lay bereft of animation for hours; and when life, look, and speech returned, her senses had deserted her, and she raved wildly and furiously. </p> <p> - ‘Doctors were called in—great men who rolled up to my door in easy + ‘Doctors were called in—great men who rolled up to my door in easy carriages, with fine horses and gaudy servants. They were at her bedside for weeks. They had a great meeting and consulted together in low and solemn voices in another room. One, the cleverest and most celebrated - among them, took me aside, and bidding me prepare for the worst, told me—me, - the madman!—that my wife was mad. He stood close beside me at an + among them, took me aside, and bidding me prepare for the worst, told me—me, + the madman!—that my wife was mad. He stood close beside me at an open window, his eyes looking in my face, and his hand laid upon my arm. With one effort, I could have hurled him into the street beneath. It would have been rare sport to have done it; but my secret was at stake, and I @@ -8367,7 +8299,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger shouts! </p> <p> - ‘She died next day. The white-headed old man followed her to the grave, + ‘She died next day. The white-headed old man followed her to the grave, and the proud brothers dropped a tear over the insensible corpse of her whose sufferings they had regarded in her lifetime with muscles of iron. All this was food for my secret mirth, and I laughed behind the white @@ -8375,7 +8307,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger came into my eyes. </p> <p> - ‘But though I had carried my object and killed her, I was restless and + ‘But though I had carried my object and killed her, I was restless and disturbed, and I felt that before long my secret must be known. I could not hide the wild mirth and joy which boiled within me, and made me when I was alone, at home, jump up and beat my hands together, and dance round @@ -8388,36 +8320,36 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a madman yet. </p> <p> - ‘I remember—though it’s one of the last things I can remember: for + ‘I remember—though it’s one of the last things I can remember: for now I mix up realities with my dreams, and having so much to do, and being always hurried here, have no time to separate the two, from some strange - confusion in which they get involved—I remember how I let it out at + confusion in which they get involved—I remember how I let it out at last. Ha! ha! I think I see their frightened looks now, and feel the ease with which I flung them from me, and dashed my clenched fist into their white faces, and then flew like the wind, and left them screaming and shouting far behind. The strength of a giant comes upon me when I think of - it. There—see how this iron bar bends beneath my furious wrench. I + it. There—see how this iron bar bends beneath my furious wrench. I could snap it like a twig, only there are long galleries here with many - doors—I don’t think I could find my way along them; and even if I + doors—I don’t think I could find my way along them; and even if I could, I know there are iron gates below which they keep locked and barred. They know what a clever madman I have been, and they are proud to have me here, to show. </p> <p> - ‘Let me see: yes, I had been out. It was late at night when I reached - home, and found the proudest of the three proud brothers waiting to see me—urgent + ‘Let me see: yes, I had been out. It was late at night when I reached + home, and found the proudest of the three proud brothers waiting to see me—urgent business he said: I recollect it well. I hated that man with all a - madman’s hate. Many and many a time had my fingers longed to tear him. + madman’s hate. Many and many a time had my fingers longed to tear him. They told me he was there. I ran swiftly upstairs. He had a word to say to - me. I dismissed the servants. It was late, and we were alone together—for + me. I dismissed the servants. It was late, and we were alone together—for the first time. </p> <p> - ‘I kept my eyes carefully from him at first, for I knew what he little - thought—and I gloried in the knowledge—that the light of + ‘I kept my eyes carefully from him at first, for I knew what he little + thought—and I gloried in the knowledge—that the light of madness gleamed from them like fire. We sat in silence for a few minutes. He spoke at last. My recent dissipation, and strange remarks, made so soon - after his sister’s death, were an insult to her memory. Coupling together + after his sister’s death, were an insult to her memory. Coupling together many circumstances which had at first escaped his observation, he thought I had not treated her well. He wished to know whether he was right in inferring that I meant to cast a reproach upon her memory, and a @@ -8425,52 +8357,52 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger this explanation. </p> <p> - ‘This man had a commission in the army—a commission, purchased with - my money, and his sister’s misery! This was the man who had been foremost + ‘This man had a commission in the army—a commission, purchased with + my money, and his sister’s misery! This was the man who had been foremost in the plot to ensnare me, and grasp my wealth. This was the man who had been the main instrument in forcing his sister to wed me; well knowing that her heart was given to that puling boy. Due to his uniform! The - livery of his degradation! I turned my eyes upon him—I could not - help it—but I spoke not a word. + livery of his degradation! I turned my eyes upon him—I could not + help it—but I spoke not a word. </p> <p> - ‘I saw the sudden change that came upon him beneath my gaze. He was a bold + ‘I saw the sudden change that came upon him beneath my gaze. He was a bold man, but the colour faded from his face, and he drew back his chair. I - dragged mine nearer to him; and I laughed—I was very merry then—I + dragged mine nearer to him; and I laughed—I was very merry then—I saw him shudder. I felt the madness rising within me. He was afraid of me. </p> <p> - ‘“You were very fond of your sister when she was alive,” I said.—“Very.” + ‘“You were very fond of your sister when she was alive,” I said.—“Very.” </p> <p> - ‘He looked uneasily round him, and I saw his hand grasp the back of his + ‘He looked uneasily round him, and I saw his hand grasp the back of his chair; but he said nothing. </p> <p> - ‘“You villain,” said I, “I found you out: I discovered your hellish plots + ‘“You villain,” said I, “I found you out: I discovered your hellish plots against me; I know her heart was fixed on some one else before you - compelled her to marry me. I know it—I know it.” + compelled her to marry me. I know it—I know it.” </p> <p> - ‘He jumped suddenly from his chair, brandished it aloft, and bid me stand - back—for I took care to be getting closer to him all the time I + ‘He jumped suddenly from his chair, brandished it aloft, and bid me stand + back—for I took care to be getting closer to him all the time I spoke. </p> <p> - ‘I screamed rather than talked, for I felt tumultuous passions eddying + ‘I screamed rather than talked, for I felt tumultuous passions eddying through my veins, and the old spirits whispering and taunting me to tear his heart out. </p> <p> - ‘“Damn you,” said I, starting up, and rushing upon him; “I killed her. I - am a madman. Down with you. Blood, blood! I will have it!” + ‘“Damn you,” said I, starting up, and rushing upon him; “I killed her. I + am a madman. Down with you. Blood, blood! I will have it!” </p> <p> - ‘I turned aside with one blow the chair he hurled at me in his terror, and + ‘I turned aside with one blow the chair he hurled at me in his terror, and closed with him; and with a heavy crash we rolled upon the floor together. </p> <p> - ‘It was a fine struggle that; for he was a tall, strong man, fighting for + ‘It was a fine struggle that; for he was a tall, strong man, fighting for his life; and I, a powerful madman, thirsting to destroy him. I knew no strength could equal mine, and I was right. Right again, though a madman! His struggles grew fainter. I knelt upon his chest, and clasped his brawny @@ -8479,18 +8411,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger squeezed the tighter. </p> <p> - ‘The door was suddenly burst open with a loud noise, and a crowd of people + ‘The door was suddenly burst open with a loud noise, and a crowd of people rushed forward, crying aloud to each other to secure the madman. </p> <p> - ‘My secret was out; and my only struggle now was for liberty and freedom. + ‘My secret was out; and my only struggle now was for liberty and freedom. I gained my feet before a hand was on me, threw myself among my assailants, and cleared my way with my strong arm, as if I bore a hatchet in my hand, and hewed them down before me. I gained the door, dropped over the banisters, and in an instant was in the street. </p> <p> - ‘Straight and swift I ran, and no one dared to stop me. I heard the noise + ‘Straight and swift I ran, and no one dared to stop me. I heard the noise of the feet behind, and redoubled my speed. It grew fainter and fainter in the distance, and at length died away altogether; but on I bounded, through marsh and rivulet, over fence and wall, with a wild shout which @@ -8499,7 +8431,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of demons who swept along upon the wind, and bore down bank and hedge before them, and spun me round and round with a rustle and a speed that made my head swim, until at last they threw me from them with a violent - shock, and I fell heavily upon the earth. When I woke I found myself here—here + shock, and I fell heavily upon the earth. When I woke I found myself here—here in this gray cell, where the sunlight seldom comes, and the moon steals in, in rays which only serve to show the dark shadows about me, and that silent figure in its old corner. When I lie awake, I can sometimes hear @@ -8507,10 +8439,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger they are, I know not; but they neither come from that pale form, nor does it regard them. For from the first shades of dusk till the earliest light of morning, it still stands motionless in the same place, listening to the - music of my iron chain, and watching my gambols on my straw bed.’ + music of my iron chain, and watching my gambols on my straw bed.’ </p> <p> - At the end of the manuscript was written, in another hand, this note:— + At the end of the manuscript was written, in another hand, this note:— </p> <p> [The unhappy man whose ravings are recorded above, was a melancholy @@ -8529,8 +8461,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger did not lead him to the commission of still more frightful deeds.] </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s candle was just expiring in the socket, as he concluded the - perusal of the old clergyman’s manuscript; and when the light went + Mr. Pickwick’s candle was just expiring in the socket, as he concluded the + perusal of the old clergyman’s manuscript; and when the light went suddenly out, without any previous flicker by way of warning, it communicated a very considerable start to his excited frame. Hastily throwing off such articles of clothing as he had put on when he rose from @@ -8544,7 +8476,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger landscape, and his thoughts and feelings were as light and gay as the morning itself. After a hearty breakfast, the four gentlemen sallied forth to walk to Gravesend, followed by a man bearing the stone in its deal box. - They reached the town about one o’clock (their luggage they had directed + They reached the town about one o’clock (their luggage they had directed to be forwarded to the city, from Rochester), and being fortunate enough to secure places on the outside of a coach, arrived in London in sound health and spirits, on that same afternoon. @@ -8577,21 +8509,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger extraordinary. </p> <p> - Mr. Blotton, indeed—and the name will be doomed to the undying - contempt of those who cultivate the mysterious and the sublime—Mr. + Mr. Blotton, indeed—and the name will be doomed to the undying + contempt of those who cultivate the mysterious and the sublime—Mr. Blotton, we say, with the doubt and cavilling peculiar to vulgar minds, presumed to state a view of the case, as degrading as ridiculous. Mr. Blotton, with a mean desire to tarnish the lustre of the immortal name of Pickwick, actually undertook a journey to Cobham in person, and on his return, sarcastically observed in an oration at the club, that he had seen the man from whom the stone was purchased; that the man presumed the stone - to be ancient, but solemnly denied the antiquity of the inscription—inasmuch + to be ancient, but solemnly denied the antiquity of the inscription—inasmuch as he represented it to have been rudely carved by himself in an idle mood, and to display letters intended to bear neither more or less than - the simple construction of—‘BILL STUMPS, HIS MARK’; and that Mr. + the simple construction of—‘BILL STUMPS, HIS MARK’; and that Mr. Stumps, being little in the habit of original composition, and more accustomed to be guided by the sound of words than by the strict rules of - orthography, had omitted the concluding ‘L’ of his Christian name. + orthography, had omitted the concluding ‘L’ of his Christian name. </p> <p> The Pickwick Club (as might have been expected from so enlightened an @@ -8606,7 +8538,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger addressed to the seventeen learned societies, native and foreign, containing a repetition of the statement he had already made, and rather more than half intimating his opinion that the seventeen learned societies - were so many ‘humbugs.’ Hereupon, the virtuous indignation of the + were so many ‘humbugs.’ Hereupon, the virtuous indignation of the seventeen learned societies being roused, several fresh pamphlets appeared; the foreign learned societies corresponded with the native learned societies; the native learned societies translated the pamphlets @@ -8620,7 +8552,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger calumnious author. The seventeen learned societies unanimously voted the presumptuous Blotton an ignorant meddler, and forthwith set to work upon more treatises than ever. And to this day the stone remains, an illegible - monument of Mr. Pickwick’s greatness, and a lasting trophy to the + monument of Mr. Pickwick’s greatness, and a lasting trophy to the littleness of his enemies. </p> <p> @@ -8635,7 +8567,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger PICKWICK; NO LESS AN EPOCH IN HIS LIFE, THAN IN THIS HISTORY </h2> <p class="pfirst"> - <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Pickwick’s + <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Pickwick’s apartments in Goswell Street, although on a limited scale, were not only of a very neat and comfortable description, but peculiarly adapted for the residence of a man of his genius and observation. His sitting-room was the @@ -8643,24 +8575,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger he were sitting at his desk in his parlour, or standing before the dressing-glass in his dormitory, he had an equal opportunity of contemplating human nature in all the numerous phases it exhibits, in that - not more populous than popular thoroughfare. His landlady, Mrs. Bardell—the - relict and sole executrix of a deceased custom-house officer—was a + not more populous than popular thoroughfare. His landlady, Mrs. Bardell—the + relict and sole executrix of a deceased custom-house officer—was a comely woman of bustling manners and agreeable appearance, with a natural genius for cooking, improved by study and long practice, into an exquisite talent. There were no children, no servants, no fowls. The only other inmates of the house were a large man and a small boy; the first a lodger, - the second a production of Mrs. Bardell’s. The large man was always home - precisely at ten o’clock at night, at which hour he regularly condensed + the second a production of Mrs. Bardell’s. The large man was always home + precisely at ten o’clock at night, at which hour he regularly condensed himself into the limits of a dwarfish French bedstead in the back parlour; and the infantine sports and gymnastic exercises of Master Bardell were exclusively confined to the neighbouring pavements and gutters. Cleanliness and quiet reigned throughout the house; and in it Mr. - Pickwick’s will was law. + Pickwick’s will was law. </p> <p> To any one acquainted with these points of the domestic economy of the establishment, and conversant with the admirable regulation of Mr. - Pickwick’s mind, his appearance and behaviour on the morning previous to + Pickwick’s mind, his appearance and behaviour on the morning previous to that which had been fixed upon for the journey to Eatanswill would have been most mysterious and unaccountable. He paced the room to and fro with hurried steps, popped his head out of the window at intervals of about @@ -8670,123 +8602,123 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger something was, not even Mrs. Bardell had been enabled to discover. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Bardell,’ said Mr. Pickwick, at last, as that amiable female + ‘Mrs. Bardell,’ said Mr. Pickwick, at last, as that amiable female approached the termination of a prolonged dusting of the apartment. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Sir,’ said Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘Your little boy is a very long time gone.’ + ‘Your little boy is a very long time gone.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why it’s a good long way to the Borough, sir,’ remonstrated Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Why it’s a good long way to the Borough, sir,’ remonstrated Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘very true; so it is.’ Mr. Pickwick relapsed into + ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘very true; so it is.’ Mr. Pickwick relapsed into silence, and Mrs. Bardell resumed her dusting. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Bardell,’ said Mr. Pickwick, at the expiration of a few minutes. + ‘Mrs. Bardell,’ said Mr. Pickwick, at the expiration of a few minutes. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mrs. Bardell again. + ‘Sir,’ said Mrs. Bardell again. </p> <p> - ‘Do you think it a much greater expense to keep two people, than to keep - one?’ + ‘Do you think it a much greater expense to keep two people, than to keep + one?’ </p> <p> - ‘La, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Bardell, colouring up to the very border of + ‘La, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Bardell, colouring up to the very border of her cap, as she fancied she observed a species of matrimonial twinkle in - the eyes of her lodger; ‘La, Mr. Pickwick, what a question!’ + the eyes of her lodger; ‘La, Mr. Pickwick, what a question!’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, but do you?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Well, but do you?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘That depends,’ said Mrs. Bardell, approaching the duster very near to Mr. - Pickwick’s elbow which was planted on the table. ‘That depends a good deal - upon the person, you know, Mr. Pickwick; and whether it’s a saving and - careful person, sir.’ + ‘That depends,’ said Mrs. Bardell, approaching the duster very near to Mr. + Pickwick’s elbow which was planted on the table. ‘That depends a good deal + upon the person, you know, Mr. Pickwick; and whether it’s a saving and + careful person, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s very true,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘but the person I have in my eye + ‘That’s very true,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘but the person I have in my eye (here he looked very hard at Mrs. Bardell) I think possesses these qualities; and has, moreover, a considerable knowledge of the world, and a great deal of sharpness, Mrs. Bardell, which may be of material use to - me.’ + me.’ </p> <p> - ‘La, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Bardell, the crimson rising to her + ‘La, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Bardell, the crimson rising to her cap-border again. </p> <p> - ‘I do,’ said Mr. Pickwick, growing energetic, as was his wont in speaking - of a subject which interested him—‘I do, indeed; and to tell you the - truth, Mrs. Bardell, I have made up my mind.’ + ‘I do,’ said Mr. Pickwick, growing energetic, as was his wont in speaking + of a subject which interested him—‘I do, indeed; and to tell you the + truth, Mrs. Bardell, I have made up my mind.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, sir,’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Dear me, sir,’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘You’ll think it very strange now,’ said the amiable Mr. Pickwick, with a - good-humoured glance at his companion, ‘that I never consulted you about + ‘You’ll think it very strange now,’ said the amiable Mr. Pickwick, with a + good-humoured glance at his companion, ‘that I never consulted you about this matter, and never even mentioned it, till I sent your little boy out - this morning—eh?’ + this morning—eh?’ </p> <p> Mrs. Bardell could only reply by a look. She had long worshipped Mr. Pickwick at a distance, but here she was, all at once, raised to a pinnacle to which her wildest and most extravagant hopes had never dared - to aspire. Mr. Pickwick was going to propose—a deliberate plan, too—sent - her little boy to the Borough, to get him out of the way—how - thoughtful—how considerate! + to aspire. Mr. Pickwick was going to propose—a deliberate plan, too—sent + her little boy to the Borough, to get him out of the way—how + thoughtful—how considerate! </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘what do you think?’ + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘what do you think?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Bardell, trembling with agitation, ‘you’re - very kind, sir.’ + ‘Oh, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Bardell, trembling with agitation, ‘you’re + very kind, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’ll save you a good deal of trouble, won’t it?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘It’ll save you a good deal of trouble, won’t it?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I never thought anything of the trouble, sir,’ replied Mrs. Bardell; - ‘and, of course, I should take more trouble to please you then, than ever; + ‘Oh, I never thought anything of the trouble, sir,’ replied Mrs. Bardell; + ‘and, of course, I should take more trouble to please you then, than ever; but it is so kind of you, Mr. Pickwick, to have so much consideration for - my loneliness.’ + my loneliness.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, to be sure,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I never thought of that. When I am - in town, you’ll always have somebody to sit with you. To be sure, so you - will.’ + ‘Ah, to be sure,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I never thought of that. When I am + in town, you’ll always have somebody to sit with you. To be sure, so you + will.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am sure I ought to be a very happy woman,’ said Mrs. Bardell. + ‘I am sure I ought to be a very happy woman,’ said Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘And your little boy—’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘And your little boy—’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Bless his heart!’ interposed Mrs. Bardell, with a maternal sob. + ‘Bless his heart!’ interposed Mrs. Bardell, with a maternal sob. </p> <p> - ‘He, too, will have a companion,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick, ‘a lively one, - who’ll teach him, I’ll be bound, more tricks in a week than he would ever - learn in a year.’ And Mr. Pickwick smiled placidly. + ‘He, too, will have a companion,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick, ‘a lively one, + who’ll teach him, I’ll be bound, more tricks in a week than he would ever + learn in a year.’ And Mr. Pickwick smiled placidly. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you dear—’ said Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Oh, you dear—’ said Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick started. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you kind, good, playful dear,’ said Mrs. Bardell; and without more - ado, she rose from her chair, and flung her arms round Mr. Pickwick’s + ‘Oh, you kind, good, playful dear,’ said Mrs. Bardell; and without more + ado, she rose from her chair, and flung her arms round Mr. Pickwick’s neck, with a cataract of tears and a chorus of sobs. </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> @@ -8796,20 +8728,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0238.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Bless my soul,’ cried the astonished Mr. Pickwick; ‘Mrs. Bardell, my good - woman—dear me, what a situation—pray consider.—Mrs. - Bardell, don’t—if anybody should come—’ + ‘Bless my soul,’ cried the astonished Mr. Pickwick; ‘Mrs. Bardell, my good + woman—dear me, what a situation—pray consider.—Mrs. + Bardell, don’t—if anybody should come—’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, let them come,’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell frantically; ‘I’ll never leave - you—dear, kind, good soul;’ and, with these words, Mrs. Bardell + ‘Oh, let them come,’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell frantically; ‘I’ll never leave + you—dear, kind, good soul;’ and, with these words, Mrs. Bardell clung the tighter. </p> <p> - ‘Mercy upon me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, struggling violently, ‘I hear somebody - coming up the stairs. Don’t, don’t, there’s a good creature, don’t.’ But + ‘Mercy upon me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, struggling violently, ‘I hear somebody + coming up the stairs. Don’t, don’t, there’s a good creature, don’t.’ But entreaty and remonstrance were alike unavailing; for Mrs. Bardell had - fainted in Mr. Pickwick’s arms; and before he could gain time to deposit + fainted in Mr. Pickwick’s arms; and before he could gain time to deposit her on a chair, Master Bardell entered the room, ushering in Mr. Tupman, Mr. Winkle, and Mr. Snodgrass. </p> @@ -8836,43 +8768,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his arm, and the violence of his excitement, allowed. </p> <p> - ‘Take this little villain away,’ said the agonised Mr. Pickwick, ‘he’s - mad.’ + ‘Take this little villain away,’ said the agonised Mr. Pickwick, ‘he’s + mad.’ </p> <p> - ‘What is the matter?’ said the three tongue-tied Pickwickians. + ‘What is the matter?’ said the three tongue-tied Pickwickians. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know,’ replied Mr. Pickwick pettishly. ‘Take away the boy.’ (Here + ‘I don’t know,’ replied Mr. Pickwick pettishly. ‘Take away the boy.’ (Here Mr. Winkle carried the interesting boy, screaming and struggling, to the - farther end of the apartment.) ‘Now help me, lead this woman downstairs.’ + farther end of the apartment.) ‘Now help me, lead this woman downstairs.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I am better now,’ said Mrs. Bardell faintly. + ‘Oh, I am better now,’ said Mrs. Bardell faintly. </p> <p> - ‘Let me lead you downstairs,’ said the ever-gallant Mr. Tupman. + ‘Let me lead you downstairs,’ said the ever-gallant Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Thank you, sir—thank you;’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell hysterically. And + ‘Thank you, sir—thank you;’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell hysterically. And downstairs she was led accordingly, accompanied by her affectionate son. </p> <p> - ‘I cannot conceive,’ said Mr. Pickwick when his friend returned—‘I + ‘I cannot conceive,’ said Mr. Pickwick when his friend returned—‘I cannot conceive what has been the matter with that woman. I had merely announced to her my intention of keeping a man-servant, when she fell into the extraordinary paroxysm in which you found her. Very extraordinary - thing.’ + thing.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said his three friends. + ‘Very,’ said his three friends. </p> <p> - ‘Placed me in such an extremely awkward situation,’ continued Mr. + ‘Placed me in such an extremely awkward situation,’ continued Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ was the reply of his followers, as they coughed slightly, and + ‘Very,’ was the reply of his followers, as they coughed slightly, and looked dubiously at each other. </p> <p> @@ -8880,119 +8812,119 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger incredulity. They evidently suspected him. </p> <p> - ‘There is a man in the passage now,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘There is a man in the passage now,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘It’s the man I spoke to you about,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I sent for him to - the Borough this morning. Have the goodness to call him up, Snodgrass.’ + ‘It’s the man I spoke to you about,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I sent for him to + the Borough this morning. Have the goodness to call him up, Snodgrass.’ </p> <p> Mr. Snodgrass did as he was desired; and Mr. Samuel Weller forthwith presented himself. </p> <p> - ‘Oh—you remember me, I suppose?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Oh—you remember me, I suppose?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I should think so,’ replied Sam, with a patronising wink. ‘Queer start - that ‘ere, but he was one too many for you, warn’t he? Up to snuff and a - pinch or two over—eh?’ + ‘I should think so,’ replied Sam, with a patronising wink. ‘Queer start + that ‘ere, but he was one too many for you, warn’t he? Up to snuff and a + pinch or two over—eh?’ </p> <p> - ‘Never mind that matter now,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily; ‘I want to speak - to you about something else. Sit down.’ + ‘Never mind that matter now,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily; ‘I want to speak + to you about something else. Sit down.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, sir,’ said Sam. And down he sat without further bidding, having + ‘Thank’ee, sir,’ said Sam. And down he sat without further bidding, having previously deposited his old white hat on the landing outside the door. - ‘’Tain’t a wery good ‘un to look at,’ said Sam, ‘but it’s an astonishin’ - ‘un to wear; and afore the brim went, it was a wery handsome tile. - Hows’ever it’s lighter without it, that’s one thing, and every hole lets - in some air, that’s another—wentilation gossamer I calls it.’ On the + ‘’Tain’t a wery good ‘un to look at,’ said Sam, ‘but it’s an astonishin’ + ‘un to wear; and afore the brim went, it was a wery handsome tile. + Hows’ever it’s lighter without it, that’s one thing, and every hole lets + in some air, that’s another—wentilation gossamer I calls it.’ On the delivery of this sentiment, Mr. Weller smiled agreeably upon the assembled Pickwickians. </p> <p> - ‘Now with regard to the matter on which I, with the concurrence of these - gentlemen, sent for you,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Now with regard to the matter on which I, with the concurrence of these + gentlemen, sent for you,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘That’s the pint, sir,’ interposed Sam; ‘out vith it, as the father said - to his child, when he swallowed a farden.’ + ‘That’s the pint, sir,’ interposed Sam; ‘out vith it, as the father said + to his child, when he swallowed a farden.’ </p> <p> - ‘We want to know, in the first place,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘whether you - have any reason to be discontented with your present situation.’ + ‘We want to know, in the first place,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘whether you + have any reason to be discontented with your present situation.’ </p> <p> - ‘Afore I answers that ‘ere question, gen’l’m’n,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘I - should like to know, in the first place, whether you’re a-goin’ to purwide - me with a better?’ + ‘Afore I answers that ‘ere question, gen’l’m’n,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘I + should like to know, in the first place, whether you’re a-goin’ to purwide + me with a better?’ </p> <p> - A sunbeam of placid benevolence played on Mr. Pickwick’s features as he - said, ‘I have half made up my mind to engage you myself.’ + A sunbeam of placid benevolence played on Mr. Pickwick’s features as he + said, ‘I have half made up my mind to engage you myself.’ </p> <p> - ‘Have you, though?’ said Sam. + ‘Have you, though?’ said Sam. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick nodded in the affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘Wages?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Wages?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Twelve pounds a year,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Twelve pounds a year,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Clothes?’ + ‘Clothes?’ </p> <p> - ‘Two suits.’ + ‘Two suits.’ </p> <p> - ‘Work?’ + ‘Work?’ </p> <p> - ‘To attend upon me; and travel about with me and these gentlemen here.’ + ‘To attend upon me; and travel about with me and these gentlemen here.’ </p> <p> - ‘Take the bill down,’ said Sam emphatically. ‘I’m let to a single - gentleman, and the terms is agreed upon.’ + ‘Take the bill down,’ said Sam emphatically. ‘I’m let to a single + gentleman, and the terms is agreed upon.’ </p> <p> - ‘You accept the situation?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You accept the situation?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly,’ replied Sam. ‘If the clothes fits me half as well as the - place, they’ll do.’ + ‘Cert’nly,’ replied Sam. ‘If the clothes fits me half as well as the + place, they’ll do.’ </p> <p> - ‘You can get a character of course?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You can get a character of course?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ask the landlady o’ the White Hart about that, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘Ask the landlady o’ the White Hart about that, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Can you come this evening?’ + ‘Can you come this evening?’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll get into the clothes this minute, if they’re here,’ said Sam, with + ‘I’ll get into the clothes this minute, if they’re here,’ said Sam, with great alacrity. </p> <p> - ‘Call at eight this evening,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘and if the inquiries are - satisfactory, they shall be provided.’ + ‘Call at eight this evening,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘and if the inquiries are + satisfactory, they shall be provided.’ </p> <p> With the single exception of one amiable indiscretion, in which an - assistant housemaid had equally participated, the history of Mr. Weller’s + assistant housemaid had equally participated, the history of Mr. Weller’s conduct was so very blameless, that Mr. Pickwick felt fully justified in closing the engagement that very evening. With the promptness and energy which characterised not only the public proceedings, but all the private actions of this extraordinary man, he at once led his new attendant to one - of those convenient emporiums where gentlemen’s new and second-hand + of those convenient emporiums where gentlemen’s new and second-hand clothes are provided, and the troublesome and inconvenient formality of measurement dispensed with; and before night had closed in, Mr. Weller was furnished with a grey coat with the P. C. button, a black hat with a @@ -9000,12 +8932,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger variety of other necessaries, too numerous to recapitulate. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said that suddenly-transformed individual, as he took his seat on - the outside of the Eatanswill coach next morning; ‘I wonder whether I’m + ‘Well,’ said that suddenly-transformed individual, as he took his seat on + the outside of the Eatanswill coach next morning; ‘I wonder whether I’m meant to be a footman, or a groom, or a gamekeeper, or a seedsman. I looks - like a sort of compo of every one on ‘em. Never mind; there’s a change of + like a sort of compo of every one on ‘em. Never mind; there’s a change of air, plenty to see, and little to do; and all this suits my complaint - uncommon; so long life to the Pickvicks, says I!’ + uncommon; so long life to the Pickvicks, says I!’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> @@ -9025,7 +8957,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger voluminous papers of the Pickwick Club, we had never heard of Eatanswill; we will with equal candour admit that we have in vain searched for proof of the actual existence of such a place at the present day. Knowing the - deep reliance to be placed on every note and statement of Mr. Pickwick’s, + deep reliance to be placed on every note and statement of Mr. Pickwick’s, and not presuming to set up our recollection against the recorded declarations of that great man, we have consulted every authority, bearing upon the subject, to which we could possibly refer. We have traced every @@ -9039,7 +8971,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger designation, for the real name of the place in which his observations were made. We are confirmed in this belief by a little circumstance, apparently slight and trivial in itself, but when considered in this point of view, - not undeserving of notice. In Mr. Pickwick’s note-book, we can just trace + not undeserving of notice. In Mr. Pickwick’s note-book, we can just trace an entry of the fact, that the places of himself and followers were booked by the Norwich coach; but this entry was afterwards lined through, as if for the purpose of concealing even the direction in which the borough is @@ -9052,7 +8984,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger other small towns, considered themselves of the utmost and most mighty importance, and that every man in Eatanswill, conscious of the weight that attached to his example, felt himself bound to unite, heart and soul, with - one of the two great parties that divided the town—the Blues and the + one of the two great parties that divided the town—the Blues and the Buffs. Now the Blues lost no opportunity of opposing the Buffs, and the Buffs lost no opportunity of opposing the Blues; and the consequence was, that whenever the Buffs and Blues met together at public meeting, @@ -9062,20 +8994,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger skylight the market-place, the Blues got up public meetings, and denounced the proceeding; if the Blues proposed the erection of an additional pump in the High Street, the Buffs rose as one man and stood aghast at the - enormity. There were Blue shops and Buff shops, Blue inns and Buff inns—there + enormity. There were Blue shops and Buff shops, Blue inns and Buff inns—there was a Blue aisle and a Buff aisle in the very church itself. </p> <p> Of course it was essentially and indispensably necessary that each of these powerful parties should have its chosen organ and representative: - and, accordingly, there were two newspapers in the town—the + and, accordingly, there were two newspapers in the town—the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i> and the Eatanswill <i>Independent</i>; the former advocating Blue principles, and the latter conducted on grounds decidedly Buff. Fine newspapers they were. Such leading articles, and such - spirited attacks!—‘Our worthless contemporary, the <i>Gazette</i>’—‘That - disgraceful and dastardly journal, the <i>Independent</i>’—‘That - false and scurrilous print, the <i>Independent</i>’—‘That vile and - slanderous calumniator, the <i>Gazette</i>;’ these, and other + spirited attacks!—‘Our worthless contemporary, the <i>Gazette</i>’—‘That + disgraceful and dastardly journal, the <i>Independent</i>’—‘That + false and scurrilous print, the <i>Independent</i>’—‘That vile and + slanderous calumniator, the <i>Gazette</i>;’ these, and other spirit-stirring denunciations, were strewn plentifully over the columns of each, in every number, and excited feelings of the most intense delight and indignation in the bosoms of the townspeople. @@ -9099,11 +9031,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger by Sam, dismounted from the roof of the Eatanswill coach. Large blue silk flags were flying from the windows of the Town Arms Inn, and bills were posted in every sash, intimating, in gigantic letters, that the Honourable - Samuel Slumkey’s committee sat there daily. A crowd of idlers were + Samuel Slumkey’s committee sat there daily. A crowd of idlers were assembled in the road, looking at a hoarse man in the balcony, who was - apparently talking himself very red in the face in Mr. Slumkey’s behalf; + apparently talking himself very red in the face in Mr. Slumkey’s behalf; but the force and point of whose arguments were somewhat impaired by the - perpetual beating of four large drums which Mr. Fizkin’s committee had + perpetual beating of four large drums which Mr. Fizkin’s committee had stationed at the street corner. There was a busy little man beside him, though, who took off his hat at intervals and motioned to the people to cheer, which they regularly did, most enthusiastically; and as the @@ -9114,44 +9046,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The Pickwickians had no sooner dismounted than they were surrounded by a branch mob of the honest and independent, who forthwith set up three - deafening cheers, which being responded to by the main body (for it’s not + deafening cheers, which being responded to by the main body (for it’s not at all necessary for a crowd to know what they are cheering about), swelled into a tremendous roar of triumph, which stopped even the red-faced man in the balcony. </p> <p> - ‘Hurrah!’ shouted the mob, in conclusion. + ‘Hurrah!’ shouted the mob, in conclusion. </p> <p> - ‘One cheer more,’ screamed the little fugleman in the balcony, and out + ‘One cheer more,’ screamed the little fugleman in the balcony, and out shouted the mob again, as if lungs were cast-iron, with steel works. </p> <p> - ‘Slumkey for ever!’ roared the honest and independent. + ‘Slumkey for ever!’ roared the honest and independent. </p> <p> - ‘Slumkey for ever!’ echoed Mr. Pickwick, taking off his hat. + ‘Slumkey for ever!’ echoed Mr. Pickwick, taking off his hat. </p> <p> - ‘No Fizkin!’ roared the crowd. + ‘No Fizkin!’ roared the crowd. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not!’ shouted Mr. Pickwick. ‘Hurrah!’ And then there was + ‘Certainly not!’ shouted Mr. Pickwick. ‘Hurrah!’ And then there was another roaring, like that of a whole menagerie when the elephant has rung the bell for the cold meat. </p> <p> - ‘Who is Slumkey?’ whispered Mr. Tupman. + ‘Who is Slumkey?’ whispered Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, in the same tone. ‘Hush. Don’t ask - any questions. It’s always best on these occasions to do what the mob do.’ + ‘I don’t know,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, in the same tone. ‘Hush. Don’t ask + any questions. It’s always best on these occasions to do what the mob do.’ </p> <p> - ‘But suppose there are two mobs?’ suggested Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘But suppose there are two mobs?’ suggested Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Shout with the largest,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Shout with the largest,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Volumes could not have said more. @@ -9162,12 +9094,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger quarters for the night. </p> <p> - ‘Can we have beds here?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, summoning the waiter. + ‘Can we have beds here?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, summoning the waiter. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t know, Sir,’ replied the man; ‘afraid we’re full, sir—I’ll - inquire, Sir.’ Away he went for that purpose, and presently returned, to - ask whether the gentleman were ‘Blue.’ + ‘Don’t know, Sir,’ replied the man; ‘afraid we’re full, sir—I’ll + inquire, Sir.’ Away he went for that purpose, and presently returned, to + ask whether the gentleman were ‘Blue.’ </p> <p> As neither Mr. Pickwick nor his companions took any vital interest in the @@ -9176,19 +9108,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Perker. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know a gentleman of the name of Perker?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Do you know a gentleman of the name of Perker?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir; Honourable Mr. Samuel Slumkey’s agent.’ + ‘Certainly, Sir; Honourable Mr. Samuel Slumkey’s agent.’ </p> <p> - ‘He is Blue, I think?’ + ‘He is Blue, I think?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, yes, Sir.’ + ‘Oh, yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then <i>we</i> are Blue,’ said Mr. Pickwick; but observing that the man + ‘Then <i>we</i> are Blue,’ said Mr. Pickwick; but observing that the man looked rather doubtful at this accommodating announcement, he gave him his card, and desired him to present it to Mr. Perker forthwith, if he should happen to be in the house. The waiter retired; and reappearing almost @@ -9197,66 +9129,66 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with books and papers, was Mr. Perker. </p> <p> - ‘Ah—ah, my dear Sir,’ said the little man, advancing to meet him; - ‘very happy to see you, my dear Sir, very. Pray sit down. So you have + ‘Ah—ah, my dear Sir,’ said the little man, advancing to meet him; + ‘very happy to see you, my dear Sir, very. Pray sit down. So you have carried your intention into effect. You have come down here to see an - election—eh?’ + election—eh?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick replied in the affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘Spirited contest, my dear sir,’ said the little man. + ‘Spirited contest, my dear sir,’ said the little man. </p> <p> - ‘I’m delighted to hear it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his hands. ‘I like - to see sturdy patriotism, on whatever side it is called forth—and so - it’s a spirited contest?’ + ‘I’m delighted to hear it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his hands. ‘I like + to see sturdy patriotism, on whatever side it is called forth—and so + it’s a spirited contest?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, yes,’ said the little man, ‘very much so indeed. We have opened all + ‘Oh, yes,’ said the little man, ‘very much so indeed. We have opened all the public-houses in the place, and left our adversary nothing but the - beer-shops—masterly stroke of policy that, my dear Sir, eh?’ The + beer-shops—masterly stroke of policy that, my dear Sir, eh?’ The little man smiled complacently, and took a large pinch of snuff. </p> <p> - ‘And what are the probabilities as to the result of the contest?’ inquired + ‘And what are the probabilities as to the result of the contest?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Why, doubtful, my dear Sir; rather doubtful as yet,’ replied the little - man. ‘Fizkin’s people have got three-and-thirty voters in the lock-up - coach-house at the White Hart.’ + ‘Why, doubtful, my dear Sir; rather doubtful as yet,’ replied the little + man. ‘Fizkin’s people have got three-and-thirty voters in the lock-up + coach-house at the White Hart.’ </p> <p> - ‘In the coach-house!’ said Mr. Pickwick, considerably astonished by this + ‘In the coach-house!’ said Mr. Pickwick, considerably astonished by this second stroke of policy. </p> <p> - ‘They keep ‘em locked up there till they want ‘em,’ resumed the little - man. ‘The effect of that is, you see, to prevent our getting at them; and + ‘They keep ‘em locked up there till they want ‘em,’ resumed the little + man. ‘The effect of that is, you see, to prevent our getting at them; and even if we could, it would be of no use, for they keep them very drunk on - purpose. Smart fellow Fizkin’s agent—very smart fellow indeed.’ + purpose. Smart fellow Fizkin’s agent—very smart fellow indeed.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick stared, but said nothing. </p> <p> - ‘We are pretty confident, though,’ said Mr. Perker, sinking his voice - almost to a whisper. ‘We had a little tea-party here, last night—five-and-forty - women, my dear sir—and gave every one of ‘em a green parasol when - she went away.’ + ‘We are pretty confident, though,’ said Mr. Perker, sinking his voice + almost to a whisper. ‘We had a little tea-party here, last night—five-and-forty + women, my dear sir—and gave every one of ‘em a green parasol when + she went away.’ </p> <p> - ‘A parasol!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘A parasol!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Fact, my dear Sir, fact. Five-and-forty green parasols, at seven and - sixpence a-piece. All women like finery—extraordinary the effect of - those parasols. Secured all their husbands, and half their brothers—beats + ‘Fact, my dear Sir, fact. Five-and-forty green parasols, at seven and + sixpence a-piece. All women like finery—extraordinary the effect of + those parasols. Secured all their husbands, and half their brothers—beats stockings, and flannel, and all that sort of thing hollow. My idea, my - dear Sir, entirely. Hail, rain, or sunshine, you can’t walk half a dozen - yards up the street, without encountering half a dozen green parasols.’ + dear Sir, entirely. Hail, rain, or sunshine, you can’t walk half a dozen + yards up the street, without encountering half a dozen green parasols.’ </p> <p> Here the little man indulged in a convulsion of mirth, which was only @@ -9270,107 +9202,107 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger waistcoat; and on his head he wore a very low-crowned hat with a broad brim. The new-comer was introduced to Mr. Pickwick as Mr. Pott, the editor of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>. After a few preliminary remarks, Mr. - Pott turned round to Mr. Pickwick, and said with solemnity— + Pott turned round to Mr. Pickwick, and said with solemnity— </p> <p> - ‘This contest excites great interest in the metropolis, sir?’ + ‘This contest excites great interest in the metropolis, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I believe it does,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I believe it does,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘To which I have reason to know,’ said Pott, looking towards Mr. Perker - for corroboration—‘to which I have reason to know that my article of - last Saturday in some degree contributed.’ + ‘To which I have reason to know,’ said Pott, looking towards Mr. Perker + for corroboration—‘to which I have reason to know that my article of + last Saturday in some degree contributed.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not the least doubt of it,’ said the little man. + ‘Not the least doubt of it,’ said the little man. </p> <p> - ‘The press is a mighty engine, sir,’ said Pott. + ‘The press is a mighty engine, sir,’ said Pott. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick yielded his fullest assent to the proposition. </p> <p> - ‘But I trust, sir,’ said Pott, ‘that I have never abused the enormous + ‘But I trust, sir,’ said Pott, ‘that I have never abused the enormous power I wield. I trust, sir, that I have never pointed the noble instrument which is placed in my hands, against the sacred bosom of private life, or the tender breast of individual reputation; I trust, sir, - that I have devoted my energies to—to endeavours—humble they - may be, humble I know they are—to instil those principles of—which—are—’ + that I have devoted my energies to—to endeavours—humble they + may be, humble I know they are—to instil those principles of—which—are—’ </p> <p> Here the editor of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, appearing to ramble, Mr. - Pickwick came to his relief, and said— + Pickwick came to his relief, and said— </p> <p> - ‘Certainly.’ + ‘Certainly.’ </p> <p> - ‘And what, Sir,’ said Pott—‘what, Sir, let me ask you as an + ‘And what, Sir,’ said Pott—‘what, Sir, let me ask you as an impartial man, is the state of the public mind in London, with reference - to my contest with the <i>Independent</i>?’ + to my contest with the <i>Independent</i>?’ </p> <p> - ‘Greatly excited, no doubt,’ interposed Mr. Perker, with a look of slyness + ‘Greatly excited, no doubt,’ interposed Mr. Perker, with a look of slyness which was very likely accidental. </p> <p> - ‘The contest,’ said Pott, ‘shall be prolonged so long as I have health and + ‘The contest,’ said Pott, ‘shall be prolonged so long as I have health and strength, and that portion of talent with which I am gifted. From that - contest, Sir, although it may unsettle men’s minds and excite their + contest, Sir, although it may unsettle men’s minds and excite their feelings, and render them incapable for the discharge of the everyday duties of ordinary life; from that contest, sir, I will never shrink, till I have set my heel upon the Eatanswill <i>Independent</i>. I wish the people of London, and the people of this country to know, sir, that they - may rely upon me—that I will not desert them, that I am resolved to - stand by them, Sir, to the last.’ + may rely upon me—that I will not desert them, that I am resolved to + stand by them, Sir, to the last.’ </p> <p> - Your conduct is most noble, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and he grasped the + Your conduct is most noble, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and he grasped the hand of the magnanimous Pott. </p> <p> - ‘You are, sir, I perceive, a man of sense and talent,’ said Mr. Pott, - almost breathless with the vehemence of his patriotic declaration. ‘I am - most happy, sir, to make the acquaintance of such a man.’ + ‘You are, sir, I perceive, a man of sense and talent,’ said Mr. Pott, + almost breathless with the vehemence of his patriotic declaration. ‘I am + most happy, sir, to make the acquaintance of such a man.’ </p> <p> - ‘And I,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘feel deeply honoured by this expression of + ‘And I,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘feel deeply honoured by this expression of your opinion. Allow me, sir, to introduce you to my fellow-travellers, the - other corresponding members of the club I am proud to have founded.’ + other corresponding members of the club I am proud to have founded.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall be delighted,’ said Mr. Pott. + ‘I shall be delighted,’ said Mr. Pott. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick withdrew, and returning with his friends, presented them in due form to the editor of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>. </p> <p> - ‘Now, my dear Pott,’ said little Mr. Perker, ‘the question is, what are we - to do with our friends here?’ + ‘Now, my dear Pott,’ said little Mr. Perker, ‘the question is, what are we + to do with our friends here?’ </p> <p> - ‘We can stop in this house, I suppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘We can stop in this house, I suppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Not a spare bed in the house, my dear sir—not a single bed.’ + ‘Not a spare bed in the house, my dear sir—not a single bed.’ </p> <p> - ‘Extremely awkward,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Extremely awkward,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said his fellow-voyagers. + ‘Very,’ said his fellow-voyagers. </p> <p> - ‘I have an idea upon this subject,’ said Mr. Pott, ‘which I think may be + ‘I have an idea upon this subject,’ said Mr. Pott, ‘which I think may be very successfully adopted. They have two beds at the Peacock, and I can boldly say, on behalf of Mrs. Pott, that she will be delighted to accommodate Mr. Pickwick and any one of his friends, if the other two gentlemen and their servant do not object to shifting, as they best can, - at the Peacock.’ + at the Peacock.’ </p> <p> After repeated pressings on the part of Mr. Pott, and repeated @@ -9381,119 +9313,119 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and Mr. Snodgrass repairing to the Peacock, and Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Winkle proceeding to the mansion of Mr. Pott; it having been previously arranged that they should all reassemble at the Town Arms in the morning, - and accompany the Honourable Samuel Slumkey’s procession to the place of + and accompany the Honourable Samuel Slumkey’s procession to the place of nomination. </p> <p> - Mr. Pott’s domestic circle was limited to himself and his wife. All men + Mr. Pott’s domestic circle was limited to himself and his wife. All men whom mighty genius has raised to a proud eminence in the world, have usually some little weakness which appears the more conspicuous from the contrast it presents to their general character. If Mr. Pott had a weakness, it was, perhaps, that he was rather too submissive to the somewhat contemptuous control and sway of his wife. We do not feel justified in laying any particular stress upon the fact, because on the - present occasion all Mrs. Pott’s most winning ways were brought into + present occasion all Mrs. Pott’s most winning ways were brought into requisition to receive the two gentlemen. </p> <p> - ‘My dear,’ said Mr. Pott, ‘Mr. Pickwick—Mr. Pickwick of London.’ + ‘My dear,’ said Mr. Pott, ‘Mr. Pickwick—Mr. Pickwick of London.’ </p> <p> - Mrs. Pott received Mr. Pickwick’s paternal grasp of the hand with + Mrs. Pott received Mr. Pickwick’s paternal grasp of the hand with enchanting sweetness; and Mr. Winkle, who had not been announced at all, sidled and bowed, unnoticed, in an obscure corner. </p> <p> - ‘P. my dear’—said Mrs. Pott. + ‘P. my dear’—said Mrs. Pott. </p> <p> - ‘My life,’ said Mr. Pott. + ‘My life,’ said Mr. Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Pray introduce the other gentleman.’ + ‘Pray introduce the other gentleman.’ </p> <p> - ‘I beg a thousand pardons,’ said Mr. Pott. ‘Permit me, Mrs. Pott, Mr.—’ + ‘I beg a thousand pardons,’ said Mr. Pott. ‘Permit me, Mrs. Pott, Mr.—’ </p> <p> - ‘Winkle,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Winkle,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Winkle,’ echoed Mr. Pott; and the ceremony of introduction was complete. + ‘Winkle,’ echoed Mr. Pott; and the ceremony of introduction was complete. </p> <p> - ‘We owe you many apologies, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘for disturbing - your domestic arrangements at so short a notice.’ + ‘We owe you many apologies, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘for disturbing + your domestic arrangements at so short a notice.’ </p> <p> - ‘I beg you won’t mention it, sir,’ replied the feminine Pott, with - vivacity. ‘It is a high treat to me, I assure you, to see any new faces; + ‘I beg you won’t mention it, sir,’ replied the feminine Pott, with + vivacity. ‘It is a high treat to me, I assure you, to see any new faces; living as I do, from day to day, and week to week, in this dull place, and - seeing nobody.’ + seeing nobody.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nobody, my dear!’ exclaimed Mr. Pott archly. + ‘Nobody, my dear!’ exclaimed Mr. Pott archly. </p> <p> - ‘Nobody but you,’ retorted Mrs. Pott, with asperity. + ‘Nobody but you,’ retorted Mrs. Pott, with asperity. </p> <p> - ‘You see, Mr. Pickwick,’ said the host in explanation of his wife’s - lament, ‘that we are in some measure cut off from many enjoyments and + ‘You see, Mr. Pickwick,’ said the host in explanation of his wife’s + lament, ‘that we are in some measure cut off from many enjoyments and pleasures of which we might otherwise partake. My public station, as editor of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, the position which that paper - holds in the country, my constant immersion in the vortex of politics—’ + holds in the country, my constant immersion in the vortex of politics—’ </p> <p> - ‘P. my dear—’ interposed Mrs. Pott. + ‘P. my dear—’ interposed Mrs. Pott. </p> <p> - ‘My life—’ said the editor. + ‘My life—’ said the editor. </p> <p> - ‘I wish, my dear, you would endeavour to find some topic of conversation - in which these gentlemen might take some rational interest.’ + ‘I wish, my dear, you would endeavour to find some topic of conversation + in which these gentlemen might take some rational interest.’ </p> <p> - ‘But, my love,’ said Mr. Pott, with great humility, ‘Mr. Pickwick does - take an interest in it.’ + ‘But, my love,’ said Mr. Pott, with great humility, ‘Mr. Pickwick does + take an interest in it.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s well for him if he can,’ said Mrs. Pott emphatically; ‘I am wearied + ‘It’s well for him if he can,’ said Mrs. Pott emphatically; ‘I am wearied out of my life with your politics, and quarrels with the <i>Independent</i>, and nonsense. I am quite astonished, P., at your making such an exhibition - of your absurdity.’ + of your absurdity.’ </p> <p> - ‘But, my dear—’ said Mr. Pott. + ‘But, my dear—’ said Mr. Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, nonsense, don’t talk to me,’ said Mrs. Pott. ‘Do you play ecarte, - Sir?’ + ‘Oh, nonsense, don’t talk to me,’ said Mrs. Pott. ‘Do you play ecarte, + Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall be very happy to learn under your tuition,’ replied Mr. Winkle. + ‘I shall be very happy to learn under your tuition,’ replied Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Well, then, draw that little table into this window, and let me get out - of hearing of those prosy politics.’ + ‘Well, then, draw that little table into this window, and let me get out + of hearing of those prosy politics.’ </p> <p> - ‘Jane,’ said Mr. Pott, to the servant who brought in candles, ‘go down + ‘Jane,’ said Mr. Pott, to the servant who brought in candles, ‘go down into the office, and bring me up the file of the <i>Gazette</i> for - eighteen hundred and twenty-six. I’ll read you,’ added the editor, turning - to Mr. Pickwick—‘I’ll just read you a few of the leaders I wrote at + eighteen hundred and twenty-six. I’ll read you,’ added the editor, turning + to Mr. Pickwick—‘I’ll just read you a few of the leaders I wrote at that time upon the Buff job of appointing a new tollman to the turnpike - here; I rather think they’ll amuse you.’ + here; I rather think they’ll amuse you.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should like to hear them very much indeed,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I should like to hear them very much indeed,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Up came the file, and down sat the editor, with Mr. Pickwick at his side. </p> <p> - We have in vain pored over the leaves of Mr. Pickwick’s note-book, in the + We have in vain pored over the leaves of Mr. Pickwick’s note-book, in the hope of meeting with a general summary of these beautiful compositions. We have every reason to believe that he was perfectly enraptured with the vigour and freshness of the style; indeed Mr. Winkle has recorded the fact @@ -9505,8 +9437,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger recapitulation of the beauties of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>. Mrs. Pott was in the highest spirits and the most agreeable humour. Mr. Winkle had already made considerable progress in her good opinion, and she did not - hesitate to inform him, confidentially, that Mr. Pickwick was ‘a - delightful old dear.’ These terms convey a familiarity of expression, in + hesitate to inform him, confidentially, that Mr. Pickwick was ‘a + delightful old dear.’ These terms convey a familiarity of expression, in which few of those who were intimately acquainted with that colossal-minded man, would have presumed to indulge. We have preserved them, nevertheless, as affording at once a touching and a convincing proof @@ -9514,8 +9446,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger ease with which he made his way to their hearts and feelings. </p> <p> - It was a late hour of the night—long after Mr. Tupman and Mr. - Snodgrass had fallen asleep in the inmost recesses of the Peacock—when + It was a late hour of the night—long after Mr. Tupman and Mr. + Snodgrass had fallen asleep in the inmost recesses of the Peacock—when the two friends retired to rest. Slumber soon fell upon the senses of Mr. Winkle, but his feelings had been excited, and his admiration roused; and for many hours after sleep had rendered him insensible to earthly objects, @@ -9533,146 +9465,146 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger enlivened the preparations, and agreeably diversified their character. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as his valet appeared at his bedroom door, - just as he was concluding his toilet; ‘all alive to-day, I suppose?’ + ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as his valet appeared at his bedroom door, + just as he was concluding his toilet; ‘all alive to-day, I suppose?’ </p> <p> - ‘Reg’lar game, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘our people’s a-collecting down - at the Town Arms, and they’re a-hollering themselves hoarse already.’ + ‘Reg’lar game, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘our people’s a-collecting down + at the Town Arms, and they’re a-hollering themselves hoarse already.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘do they seem devoted to their party, Sam?’ + ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘do they seem devoted to their party, Sam?’ </p> <p> - ‘Never see such dewotion in my life, Sir.’ + ‘Never see such dewotion in my life, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Energetic, eh?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Energetic, eh?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Uncommon,’ replied Sam; ‘I never see men eat and drink so much afore. I - wonder they ain’t afeer’d o’ bustin’.’ + ‘Uncommon,’ replied Sam; ‘I never see men eat and drink so much afore. I + wonder they ain’t afeer’d o’ bustin’.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s the mistaken kindness of the gentry here,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘That’s the mistaken kindness of the gentry here,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wery likely,’ replied Sam briefly. + ‘Wery likely,’ replied Sam briefly. </p> <p> - ‘Fine, fresh, hearty fellows they seem,’ said Mr. Pickwick, glancing from + ‘Fine, fresh, hearty fellows they seem,’ said Mr. Pickwick, glancing from the window. </p> <p> - ‘Wery fresh,’ replied Sam; ‘me and the two waiters at the Peacock has been - a-pumpin’ over the independent woters as supped there last night.’ + ‘Wery fresh,’ replied Sam; ‘me and the two waiters at the Peacock has been + a-pumpin’ over the independent woters as supped there last night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Pumping over independent voters!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Pumping over independent voters!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said his attendant, ‘every man slept vere he fell down; we dragged - ‘em out, one by one, this mornin’, and put ‘em under the pump, and they’re - in reg’lar fine order now. Shillin’ a head the committee paid for that - ‘ere job.’ + ‘Yes,’ said his attendant, ‘every man slept vere he fell down; we dragged + ‘em out, one by one, this mornin’, and put ‘em under the pump, and they’re + in reg’lar fine order now. Shillin’ a head the committee paid for that + ‘ere job.’ </p> <p> - ‘Can such things be!’ exclaimed the astonished Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Can such things be!’ exclaimed the astonished Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Lord bless your heart, sir,’ said Sam, ‘why where was you half baptised?—that’s - nothin’, that ain’t.’ + ‘Lord bless your heart, sir,’ said Sam, ‘why where was you half baptised?—that’s + nothin’, that ain’t.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Nothing?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Nothin’ at all, Sir,’ replied his attendant. ‘The night afore the last - day o’ the last election here, the opposite party bribed the barmaid at + ‘Nothin’ at all, Sir,’ replied his attendant. ‘The night afore the last + day o’ the last election here, the opposite party bribed the barmaid at the Town Arms, to hocus the brandy-and-water of fourteen unpolled electors - as was a-stoppin’ in the house.’ + as was a-stoppin’ in the house.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by “hocussing” brandy-and-water?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What do you mean by “hocussing” brandy-and-water?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Puttin’ laud’num in it,’ replied Sam. ‘Blessed if she didn’t send ‘em all + ‘Puttin’ laud’num in it,’ replied Sam. ‘Blessed if she didn’t send ‘em all to sleep till twelve hours arter the election was over. They took one man up to the booth, in a truck, fast asleep, by way of experiment, but it was - no go—they wouldn’t poll him; so they brought him back, and put him - to bed again.’ + no go—they wouldn’t poll him; so they brought him back, and put him + to bed again.’ </p> <p> - Strange practices, these,’ said Mr. Pickwick; half speaking to himself and + Strange practices, these,’ said Mr. Pickwick; half speaking to himself and half addressing Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Not half so strange as a miraculous circumstance as happened to my own - father, at an election time, in this wery place, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘Not half so strange as a miraculous circumstance as happened to my own + father, at an election time, in this wery place, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘What was that?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What was that?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Why, he drove a coach down here once,’ said Sam; ‘’lection time came on, + ‘Why, he drove a coach down here once,’ said Sam; ‘’lection time came on, and he was engaged by vun party to bring down woters from London. Night - afore he was going to drive up, committee on t’ other side sends for him - quietly, and away he goes vith the messenger, who shows him in;—large - room—lots of gen’l’m’n—heaps of papers, pens and ink, and all - that ‘ere. “Ah, Mr. Weller,” says the gen’l’m’n in the chair, “glad to see - you, sir; how are you?”—“Wery well, thank ‘ee, Sir,” says my father; - “I hope you’re pretty middlin,” says he.—“Pretty well, thank’ee, - Sir,” says the gen’l’m’n; “sit down, Mr. Weller—pray sit down, sir.” - So my father sits down, and he and the gen’l’m’n looks wery hard at each - other. “You don’t remember me?” said the gen’l’m’n.—“Can’t say I - do,” says my father.—“Oh, I know you,” says the gen’l’m’n: “know’d - you when you was a boy,” says he.—“Well, I don’t remember you,” says - my father.—“That’s wery odd,” says the gen’l’m’n.”—“Wery,” - says my father.—“You must have a bad mem’ry, Mr. Weller,” says the - gen’l’m’n.—“Well, it is a wery bad ‘un,” says my father.—“I - thought so,” says the gen’l’m’n. So then they pours him out a glass of - wine, and gammons him about his driving, and gets him into a reg’lar good - humour, and at last shoves a twenty-pound note into his hand. “It’s a wery - bad road between this and London,” says the gen’l’m’n.—“Here and - there it is a heavy road,” says my father.—” ‘Specially near the - canal, I think,” says the gen’l’m’n.—“Nasty bit that ‘ere,” says my - father.—“Well, Mr. Weller,” says the gen’l’m’n, “you’re a wery good - whip, and can do what you like with your horses, we know. We’re all wery - fond o’ you, Mr. Weller, so in case you should have an accident when - you’re bringing these here woters down, and should tip ‘em over into the - canal vithout hurtin’ of ‘em, this is for yourself,” says he.—“Gen’l’m’n, - you’re wery kind,” says my father, “and I’ll drink your health in another - glass of wine,” says he; vich he did, and then buttons up the money, and - bows himself out. You wouldn’t believe, sir,’ continued Sam, with a look - of inexpressible impudence at his master, ‘that on the wery day as he came - down with them woters, his coach <i>was </i>upset on that ‘ere wery spot, - and ev’ry man on ‘em was turned into the canal.’ - </p> - <p> - ‘And got out again?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick hastily. - </p> - <p> - ‘Why,’ replied Sam very slowly, ‘I rather think one old gen’l’m’n was - missin’; I know his hat was found, but I ain’t quite certain whether his + afore he was going to drive up, committee on t’ other side sends for him + quietly, and away he goes vith the messenger, who shows him in;—large + room—lots of gen’l’m’n—heaps of papers, pens and ink, and all + that ‘ere. “Ah, Mr. Weller,” says the gen’l’m’n in the chair, “glad to see + you, sir; how are you?”—“Wery well, thank ‘ee, Sir,” says my father; + “I hope you’re pretty middlin,” says he.—“Pretty well, thank’ee, + Sir,” says the gen’l’m’n; “sit down, Mr. Weller—pray sit down, sir.” + So my father sits down, and he and the gen’l’m’n looks wery hard at each + other. “You don’t remember me?” said the gen’l’m’n.—“Can’t say I + do,” says my father.—“Oh, I know you,” says the gen’l’m’n: “know’d + you when you was a boy,” says he.—“Well, I don’t remember you,” says + my father.—“That’s wery odd,” says the gen’l’m’n.”—“Wery,” + says my father.—“You must have a bad mem’ry, Mr. Weller,” says the + gen’l’m’n.—“Well, it is a wery bad ‘un,” says my father.—“I + thought so,” says the gen’l’m’n. So then they pours him out a glass of + wine, and gammons him about his driving, and gets him into a reg’lar good + humour, and at last shoves a twenty-pound note into his hand. “It’s a wery + bad road between this and London,” says the gen’l’m’n.—“Here and + there it is a heavy road,” says my father.—” ‘Specially near the + canal, I think,” says the gen’l’m’n.—“Nasty bit that ‘ere,” says my + father.—“Well, Mr. Weller,” says the gen’l’m’n, “you’re a wery good + whip, and can do what you like with your horses, we know. We’re all wery + fond o’ you, Mr. Weller, so in case you should have an accident when + you’re bringing these here woters down, and should tip ‘em over into the + canal vithout hurtin’ of ‘em, this is for yourself,” says he.—“Gen’l’m’n, + you’re wery kind,” says my father, “and I’ll drink your health in another + glass of wine,” says he; vich he did, and then buttons up the money, and + bows himself out. You wouldn’t believe, sir,’ continued Sam, with a look + of inexpressible impudence at his master, ‘that on the wery day as he came + down with them woters, his coach <i>was </i>upset on that ‘ere wery spot, + and ev’ry man on ‘em was turned into the canal.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And got out again?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick hastily. + </p> + <p> + ‘Why,’ replied Sam very slowly, ‘I rather think one old gen’l’m’n was + missin’; I know his hat was found, but I ain’t quite certain whether his head was in it or not. But what I look at is the hex-traordinary and - wonderful coincidence, that arter what that gen’l’m’n said, my father’s - coach should be upset in that wery place, and on that wery day!’ + wonderful coincidence, that arter what that gen’l’m’n said, my father’s + coach should be upset in that wery place, and on that wery day!’ </p> <p> - ‘It is, no doubt, a very extraordinary circumstance indeed,’ said Mr. - Pickwick. ‘But brush my hat, Sam, for I hear Mr. Winkle calling me to - breakfast.’ + ‘It is, no doubt, a very extraordinary circumstance indeed,’ said Mr. + Pickwick. ‘But brush my hat, Sam, for I hear Mr. Winkle calling me to + breakfast.’ </p> <p> With these words Mr. Pickwick descended to the parlour, where he found breakfast laid, and the family already assembled. The meal was hastily - despatched; each of the gentlemen’s hats was decorated with an enormous + despatched; each of the gentlemen’s hats was decorated with an enormous blue favour, made up by the fair hands of Mrs. Pott herself; and as Mr. Winkle had undertaken to escort that lady to a house-top, in the immediate vicinity of the hustings, Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Pott repaired alone to the - Town Arms, from the back window of which, one of Mr. Slumkey’s committee + Town Arms, from the back window of which, one of Mr. Slumkey’s committee was addressing six small boys and one girl, whom he dignified, at every - second sentence, with the imposing title of ‘Men of Eatanswill,’ whereat + second sentence, with the imposing title of ‘Men of Eatanswill,’ whereat the six small boys aforesaid cheered prodigiously. </p> <p> @@ -9697,7 +9629,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Loud and long were the cheers, and mighty was the rustling of one of the - blue flags, with ‘Liberty of the Press’ inscribed thereon, when the sandy + blue flags, with ‘Liberty of the Press’ inscribed thereon, when the sandy head of Mr. Pott was discerned in one of the windows, by the mob beneath; and tremendous was the enthusiasm when the Honourable Samuel Slumkey himself, in top-boots, and a blue neckerchief, advanced and seized the @@ -9705,49 +9637,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger crowd, his ineffaceable obligations to the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>. </p> <p> - ‘Is everything ready?’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey to Mr. Perker. + ‘Is everything ready?’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey to Mr. Perker. </p> <p> - ‘Everything, my dear Sir,’ was the little man’s reply. + ‘Everything, my dear Sir,’ was the little man’s reply. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing has been omitted, I hope?’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey. + ‘Nothing has been omitted, I hope?’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing has been left undone, my dear sir—nothing whatever. There + ‘Nothing has been left undone, my dear sir—nothing whatever. There are twenty washed men at the street door for you to shake hands with; and - six children in arms that you’re to pat on the head, and inquire the age - of; be particular about the children, my dear sir—it has always a - great effect, that sort of thing.’ + six children in arms that you’re to pat on the head, and inquire the age + of; be particular about the children, my dear sir—it has always a + great effect, that sort of thing.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll take care,’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey. + ‘I’ll take care,’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey. </p> <p> - ‘And, perhaps, my dear Sir,’ said the cautious little man, ‘perhaps if you - could—I don’t mean to say it’s indispensable—but if you could - manage to kiss one of ‘em, it would produce a very great impression on the - crowd.’ + ‘And, perhaps, my dear Sir,’ said the cautious little man, ‘perhaps if you + could—I don’t mean to say it’s indispensable—but if you could + manage to kiss one of ‘em, it would produce a very great impression on the + crowd.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wouldn’t it have as good an effect if the proposer or seconder did that?’ + ‘Wouldn’t it have as good an effect if the proposer or seconder did that?’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey. </p> <p> - ‘Why, I am afraid it wouldn’t,’ replied the agent; ‘if it were done by - yourself, my dear Sir, I think it would make you very popular.’ + ‘Why, I am afraid it wouldn’t,’ replied the agent; ‘if it were done by + yourself, my dear Sir, I think it would make you very popular.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey, with a resigned air, - ‘then it must be done. That’s all.’ + ‘Very well,’ said the Honourable Samuel Slumkey, with a resigned air, + ‘then it must be done. That’s all.’ </p> <p> - ‘Arrange the procession,’ cried the twenty committee-men. + ‘Arrange the procession,’ cried the twenty committee-men. </p> <p> Amidst the cheers of the assembled throng, the band, and the constables, and the committee-men, and the voters, and the horsemen, and the - carriages, took their places—each of the two-horse vehicles being + carriages, took their places—each of the two-horse vehicles being closely packed with as many gentlemen as could manage to stand upright in it; and that assigned to Mr. Perker, containing Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Tupman, Mr. Snodgrass, and about half a dozen of the committee besides. @@ -9758,45 +9690,45 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger set up a great cheering. </p> <p> - ‘He has come out,’ said little Mr. Perker, greatly excited; the more so as + ‘He has come out,’ said little Mr. Perker, greatly excited; the more so as their position did not enable them to see what was going forward. </p> <p> Another cheer, much louder. </p> <p> - ‘He has shaken hands with the men,’ cried the little agent. + ‘He has shaken hands with the men,’ cried the little agent. </p> <p> Another cheer, far more vehement. </p> <p> - ‘He has patted the babies on the head,’ said Mr. Perker, trembling with + ‘He has patted the babies on the head,’ said Mr. Perker, trembling with anxiety. </p> <p> A roar of applause that rent the air. </p> <p> - ‘He has kissed one of ‘em!’ exclaimed the delighted little man. + ‘He has kissed one of ‘em!’ exclaimed the delighted little man. </p> <p> A second roar. </p> <p> - ‘He has kissed another,’ gasped the excited manager. + ‘He has kissed another,’ gasped the excited manager. </p> <p> A third roar. </p> <p> - ‘He’s kissing ‘em all!’ screamed the enthusiastic little gentleman, and + ‘He’s kissing ‘em all!’ screamed the enthusiastic little gentleman, and hailed by the deafening shouts of the multitude, the procession moved on. </p> <p> How or by what means it became mixed up with the other procession, and how it was ever extricated from the confusion consequent thereupon, is more - than we can undertake to describe, inasmuch as Mr. Pickwick’s hat was + than we can undertake to describe, inasmuch as Mr. Pickwick’s hat was knocked over his eyes, nose, and mouth, by one poke of a Buff flag-staff, very early in the proceedings. He describes himself as being surrounded on every side, when he could catch a glimpse of the scene, by angry and @@ -9807,8 +9739,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger himself forced up some wooden steps by the persons from behind; and on removing his hat, found himself surrounded by his friends, in the very front of the left hand side of the hustings. The right was reserved for - the Buff party, and the centre for the mayor and his officers; one of whom—the - fat crier of Eatanswill—was ringing an enormous bell, by way of + the Buff party, and the centre for the mayor and his officers; one of whom—the + fat crier of Eatanswill—was ringing an enormous bell, by way of commanding silence, while Mr. Horatio Fizkin, and the Honourable Samuel Slumkey, with their hands upon their hearts, were bowing with the utmost affability to the troubled sea of heads that inundated the open space in @@ -9822,17 +9754,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0260.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘There’s Winkle,’ said Mr. Tupman, pulling his friend by the sleeve. + ‘There’s Winkle,’ said Mr. Tupman, pulling his friend by the sleeve. </p> <p> - ‘Where!’ said Mr. Pickwick, putting on his spectacles, which he had + ‘Where!’ said Mr. Pickwick, putting on his spectacles, which he had fortunately kept in his pocket hitherto. </p> <p> - ‘There,’ said Mr. Tupman, ‘on the top of that house.’ And there, sure + ‘There,’ said Mr. Tupman, ‘on the top of that house.’ And there, sure enough, in the leaden gutter of a tiled roof, were Mr. Winkle and Mrs. Pott, comfortably seated in a couple of chairs, waving their handkerchiefs - in token of recognition—a compliment which Mr. Pickwick returned by + in token of recognition—a compliment which Mr. Pickwick returned by kissing his hand to the lady. </p> <p> @@ -9841,70 +9773,70 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to awaken their facetiousness. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you wicked old rascal,’ cried one voice, ‘looking arter the girls, - are you?’ + ‘Oh, you wicked old rascal,’ cried one voice, ‘looking arter the girls, + are you?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you wenerable sinner,’ cried another. + ‘Oh, you wenerable sinner,’ cried another. </p> <p> - ‘Putting on his spectacles to look at a married ‘ooman!’ said a third. + ‘Putting on his spectacles to look at a married ‘ooman!’ said a third. </p> <p> - ‘I see him a-winkin’ at her, with his wicked old eye,’ shouted a fourth. + ‘I see him a-winkin’ at her, with his wicked old eye,’ shouted a fourth. </p> <p> - ‘Look arter your wife, Pott,’ bellowed a fifth—and then there was a + ‘Look arter your wife, Pott,’ bellowed a fifth—and then there was a roar of laughter. </p> <p> As these taunts were accompanied with invidious comparisons between Mr. Pickwick and an aged ram, and several witticisms of the like nature; and as they moreover rather tended to convey reflections upon the honour of an - innocent lady, Mr. Pickwick’s indignation was excessive; but as silence + innocent lady, Mr. Pickwick’s indignation was excessive; but as silence was proclaimed at the moment, he contented himself by scorching the mob with a look of pity for their misguided minds, at which they laughed more boisterously than ever. </p> <p> - ‘Silence!’ roared the mayor’s attendants. + ‘Silence!’ roared the mayor’s attendants. </p> <p> - ‘Whiffin, proclaim silence,’ said the mayor, with an air of pomp befitting + ‘Whiffin, proclaim silence,’ said the mayor, with an air of pomp befitting his lofty station. In obedience to this command the crier performed another concerto on the bell, whereupon a gentleman in the crowd called - out ‘Muffins’; which occasioned another laugh. + out ‘Muffins’; which occasioned another laugh. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen,’ said the mayor, at as loud a pitch as he could possibly force - his voice to—‘gentlemen. Brother electors of the borough of + ‘Gentlemen,’ said the mayor, at as loud a pitch as he could possibly force + his voice to—‘gentlemen. Brother electors of the borough of Eatanswill. We are met here to-day for the purpose of choosing a - representative in the room of our late—’ + representative in the room of our late—’ </p> <p> Here the mayor was interrupted by a voice in the crowd. </p> <p> - ‘Suc-cess to the mayor!’ cried the voice, ‘and may he never desert the - nail and sarspan business, as he got his money by.’ + ‘Suc-cess to the mayor!’ cried the voice, ‘and may he never desert the + nail and sarspan business, as he got his money by.’ </p> <p> This allusion to the professional pursuits of the orator was received with a storm of delight, which, with a bell-accompaniment, rendered the remainder of his speech inaudible, with the exception of the concluding sentence, in which he thanked the meeting for the patient attention with - which they heard him throughout—an expression of gratitude which - elicited another burst of mirth, of about a quarter of an hour’s duration. + which they heard him throughout—an expression of gratitude which + elicited another burst of mirth, of about a quarter of an hour’s duration. </p> <p> Next, a tall, thin gentleman, in a very stiff white neckerchief, after - being repeatedly desired by the crowd to ‘send a boy home, to ask whether - he hadn’t left his voice under the pillow,’ begged to nominate a fit and + being repeatedly desired by the crowd to ‘send a boy home, to ask whether + he hadn’t left his voice under the pillow,’ begged to nominate a fit and proper person to represent them in Parliament. And when he said it was Horatio Fizkin, Esquire, of Fizkin Lodge, near Eatanswill, the Fizkinites applauded, and the Slumkeyites groaned, so long, and so loudly, that both he and the seconder might have sung comic songs in lieu of speaking, - without anybody’s being a bit the wiser. + without anybody’s being a bit the wiser. </p> <p> The friends of Horatio Fizkin, Esquire, having had their innings, a little @@ -9917,8 +9849,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger mob, to exchanging defiances with the gentlemen on the hustings; whereupon arose an uproar which reduced him to the necessity of expressing his feelings by serious pantomime, which he did, and then left the stage to - his seconder, who delivered a written speech of half an hour’s length, and - wouldn’t be stopped, because he had sent it all to the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, + his seconder, who delivered a written speech of half an hour’s length, and + wouldn’t be stopped, because he had sent it all to the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, and the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i> had already printed it, every word. </p> <p> @@ -9985,7 +9917,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger excitement. Everything was conducted on the most liberal and delightful scale. Excisable articles were remarkably cheap at all the public-houses; and spring vans paraded the streets for the accommodation of voters who - were seized with any temporary dizziness in the head—an epidemic + were seized with any temporary dizziness in the head—an epidemic which prevailed among the electors, during the contest, to a most alarming extent, and under the influence of which they might frequently be seen lying on the pavements in a state of utter insensibility. A small body of @@ -10013,14 +9945,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>t is pleasant to turn from contemplating the strife and turmoil of political existence, to the peaceful repose of private life. Although in reality no great partisan - of either side, Mr. Pickwick was sufficiently fired with Mr. Pott’s + of either side, Mr. Pickwick was sufficiently fired with Mr. Pott’s enthusiasm, to apply his whole time and attention to the proceedings, of which the last chapter affords a description compiled from his own memoranda. Nor while he was thus occupied was Mr. Winkle idle, his whole time being devoted to pleasant walks and short country excursions with Mrs. Pott, who never failed, when such an opportunity presented itself, to seek some relief from the tedious monotony she so constantly complained - of. The two gentlemen being thus completely domesticated in the editor’s + of. The two gentlemen being thus completely domesticated in the editor’s house, Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass were in a great measure cast upon their own resources. Taking but little interest in public affairs, they beguiled their time chiefly with such amusements as the Peacock afforded, @@ -10029,15 +9961,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger both these recreations, which are far more abstruse than ordinary men suppose, they were gradually initiated by Mr. Weller, who possessed a perfect knowledge of such pastimes. Thus, notwithstanding that they were - in a great measure deprived of the comfort and advantage of Mr. Pickwick’s + in a great measure deprived of the comfort and advantage of Mr. Pickwick’s society, they were still enabled to beguile the time, and to prevent its hanging heavily on their hands. </p> <p> It was in the evening, however, that the Peacock presented attractions which enabled the two friends to resist even the invitations of the - gifted, though prosy, Pott. It was in the evening that the ‘commercial - room’ was filled with a social circle, whose characters and manners it was + gifted, though prosy, Pott. It was in the evening that the ‘commercial + room’ was filled with a social circle, whose characters and manners it was the delight of Mr. Tupman to observe; whose sayings and doings it was the habit of Mr. Snodgrass to note down. </p> @@ -10049,7 +9981,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger spacious table in the centre, and a variety of smaller dittos in the corners; an extensive assortment of variously shaped chairs, and an old Turkey carpet, bearing about the same relative proportion to the size of - the room, as a lady’s pocket-handkerchief might to the floor of a + the room, as a lady’s pocket-handkerchief might to the floor of a watch-box. The walls were garnished with one or two large maps; and several weather-beaten rough greatcoats, with complicated capes, dangled from a long row of pegs in one corner. The mantel-shelf was ornamented @@ -10069,133 +10001,133 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of the house, smoking and drinking. </p> <p> - ‘Well, gents,’ said a stout, hale personage of about forty, with only one - eye—a very bright black eye, which twinkled with a roguish - expression of fun and good-humour, ‘our noble selves, gents. I always - propose that toast to the company, and drink Mary to myself. Eh, Mary!’ + ‘Well, gents,’ said a stout, hale personage of about forty, with only one + eye—a very bright black eye, which twinkled with a roguish + expression of fun and good-humour, ‘our noble selves, gents. I always + propose that toast to the company, and drink Mary to myself. Eh, Mary!’ </p> <p> - ‘Get along with you, you wretch,’ said the hand-maiden, obviously not + ‘Get along with you, you wretch,’ said the hand-maiden, obviously not ill-pleased with the compliment, however. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t go away, Mary,’ said the black-eyed man. + ‘Don’t go away, Mary,’ said the black-eyed man. </p> <p> - ‘Let me alone, imperence,’ said the young lady. + ‘Let me alone, imperence,’ said the young lady. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind,’ said the one-eyed man, calling after the girl as she left - the room. ‘I’ll step out by and by, Mary. Keep your spirits up, dear.’ + ‘Never mind,’ said the one-eyed man, calling after the girl as she left + the room. ‘I’ll step out by and by, Mary. Keep your spirits up, dear.’ Here he went through the not very difficult process of winking upon the company with his solitary eye, to the enthusiastic delight of an elderly personage with a dirty face and a clay pipe. </p> <p> - ‘Rum creeters is women,’ said the dirty-faced man, after a pause. + ‘Rum creeters is women,’ said the dirty-faced man, after a pause. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! no mistake about that,’ said a very red-faced man, behind a cigar. + ‘Ah! no mistake about that,’ said a very red-faced man, behind a cigar. </p> <p> After this little bit of philosophy there was another pause. </p> <p> - ‘There’s rummer things than women in this world though, mind you,’ said + ‘There’s rummer things than women in this world though, mind you,’ said the man with the black eye, slowly filling a large Dutch pipe, with a most capacious bowl. </p> <p> - ‘Are you married?’ inquired the dirty-faced man. + ‘Are you married?’ inquired the dirty-faced man. </p> <p> - ‘Can’t say I am.’ + ‘Can’t say I am.’ </p> <p> - ‘I thought not.’ Here the dirty-faced man fell into ecstasies of mirth at + ‘I thought not.’ Here the dirty-faced man fell into ecstasies of mirth at his own retort, in which he was joined by a man of bland voice and placid countenance, who always made it a point to agree with everybody. </p> <p> - ‘Women, after all, gentlemen,’ said the enthusiastic Mr. Snodgrass, ‘are - the great props and comforts of our existence.’ + ‘Women, after all, gentlemen,’ said the enthusiastic Mr. Snodgrass, ‘are + the great props and comforts of our existence.’ </p> <p> - ‘So they are,’ said the placid gentleman. + ‘So they are,’ said the placid gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘When they’re in a good humour,’ interposed the dirty-faced man. + ‘When they’re in a good humour,’ interposed the dirty-faced man. </p> <p> - ‘And that’s very true,’ said the placid one. + ‘And that’s very true,’ said the placid one. </p> <p> - ‘I repudiate that qualification,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, whose thoughts were - fast reverting to Emily Wardle. ‘I repudiate it with disdain—with + ‘I repudiate that qualification,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, whose thoughts were + fast reverting to Emily Wardle. ‘I repudiate it with disdain—with indignation. Show me the man who says anything against women, as women, - and I boldly declare he is not a man.’ And Mr. Snodgrass took his cigar + and I boldly declare he is not a man.’ And Mr. Snodgrass took his cigar from his mouth, and struck the table violently with his clenched fist. </p> <p> - ‘That’s good sound argument,’ said the placid man. + ‘That’s good sound argument,’ said the placid man. </p> <p> - ‘Containing a position which I deny,’ interrupted he of the dirty + ‘Containing a position which I deny,’ interrupted he of the dirty countenance. </p> <p> - ‘And there’s certainly a very great deal of truth in what you observe too, - Sir,’ said the placid gentleman. + ‘And there’s certainly a very great deal of truth in what you observe too, + Sir,’ said the placid gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Your health, Sir,’ said the bagman with the lonely eye, bestowing an + ‘Your health, Sir,’ said the bagman with the lonely eye, bestowing an approving nod on Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> Mr. Snodgrass acknowledged the compliment. </p> <p> - ‘I always like to hear a good argument,’ continued the bagman, ‘a sharp - one, like this: it’s very improving; but this little argument about women + ‘I always like to hear a good argument,’ continued the bagman, ‘a sharp + one, like this: it’s very improving; but this little argument about women brought to my mind a story I have heard an old uncle of mine tell, the recollection of which, just now, made me say there were rummer things than - women to be met with, sometimes.’ + women to be met with, sometimes.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should like to hear that same story,’ said the red-faced man with the + ‘I should like to hear that same story,’ said the red-faced man with the cigar. </p> <p> - ‘Should you?’ was the only reply of the bagman, who continued to smoke + ‘Should you?’ was the only reply of the bagman, who continued to smoke with great vehemence. </p> <p> - ‘So should I,’ said Mr. Tupman, speaking for the first time. He was always + ‘So should I,’ said Mr. Tupman, speaking for the first time. He was always anxious to increase his stock of experience. </p> <p> - ‘Should <i>you</i>? Well then, I’ll tell it. No, I won’t. I know you won’t - believe it,’ said the man with the roguish eye, making that organ look - more roguish than ever. ‘If you say it’s true, of course I shall,’ said + ‘Should <i>you</i>? Well then, I’ll tell it. No, I won’t. I know you won’t + believe it,’ said the man with the roguish eye, making that organ look + more roguish than ever. ‘If you say it’s true, of course I shall,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Well, upon that understanding I’ll tell you,’ replied the traveller. ‘Did + ‘Well, upon that understanding I’ll tell you,’ replied the traveller. ‘Did you ever hear of the great commercial house of Bilson & Slum? But it - doesn’t matter though, whether you did or not, because they retired from - business long since. It’s eighty years ago, since the circumstance + doesn’t matter though, whether you did or not, because they retired from + business long since. It’s eighty years ago, since the circumstance happened to a traveller for that house, but he was a particular friend of - my uncle’s; and my uncle told the story to me. It’s a queer name; but he + my uncle’s; and my uncle told the story to me. It’s a queer name; but he used to call it </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - THE BAGMAN’S STORY + THE BAGMAN’S STORY </pre> <p> and he used to tell it, something in this way. </p> <p> - ‘One winter’s evening, about five o’clock, just as it began to grow dusk, + ‘One winter’s evening, about five o’clock, just as it began to grow dusk, a man in a gig might have been seen urging his tired horse along the road which leads across Marlborough Downs, in the direction of Bristol. I say he might have been seen, and I have no doubt he would have been, if @@ -10205,7 +10137,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger dreary enough. If any bagman of that day could have caught sight of the little neck-or-nothing sort of gig, with a clay-coloured body and red wheels, and the vixenish, ill tempered, fast-going bay mare, that looked - like a cross between a butcher’s horse and a twopenny post-office pony, he + like a cross between a butcher’s horse and a twopenny post-office pony, he would have known at once, that this traveller could have been no other than Tom Smart, of the great house of Bilson and Slum, Cateaton Street, City. However, as there was no bagman to look on, nobody knew anything at @@ -10214,14 +10146,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger keeping the secret among them, and nobody was a bit the wiser. </p> <p> - ‘There are many pleasanter places even in this dreary world, than + ‘There are many pleasanter places even in this dreary world, than Marlborough Downs when it blows hard; and if you throw in beside, a gloomy - winter’s evening, a miry and sloppy road, and a pelting fall of heavy + winter’s evening, a miry and sloppy road, and a pelting fall of heavy rain, and try the effect, by way of experiment, in your own proper person, you will experience the full force of this observation. </p> <p> - ‘The wind blew—not up the road or down it, though that’s bad enough, + ‘The wind blew—not up the road or down it, though that’s bad enough, but sheer across it, sending the rain slanting down like the lines they used to rule in the copy-books at school, to make the boys slope well. For a moment it would die away, and the traveller would begin to delude @@ -10236,12 +10168,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger consciousness of its own strength and power. </p> <p> - ‘The bay mare splashed away, through the mud and water, with drooping + ‘The bay mare splashed away, through the mud and water, with drooping ears; now and then tossing her head as if to express her disgust at this very ungentlemanly behaviour of the elements, but keeping a good pace notwithstanding, until a gust of wind, more furious than any that had yet assailed them, caused her to stop suddenly and plant her four feet firmly - against the ground, to prevent her being blown over. It’s a special mercy + against the ground, to prevent her being blown over. It’s a special mercy that she did this, for if she <i>had </i>been blown over, the vixenish mare was so light, and the gig was so light, and Tom Smart such a light weight into the bargain, that they must infallibly have all gone rolling @@ -10251,40 +10183,40 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Smart, would ever have been fit for service again. </p> <p> - ‘“Well, damn my straps and whiskers,” says Tom Smart (Tom sometimes had an - unpleasant knack of swearing)—“damn my straps and whiskers,” says - Tom, “if this ain’t pleasant, blow me!” + ‘“Well, damn my straps and whiskers,” says Tom Smart (Tom sometimes had an + unpleasant knack of swearing)—“damn my straps and whiskers,” says + Tom, “if this ain’t pleasant, blow me!” </p> <p> - ‘You’ll very likely ask me why, as Tom Smart had been pretty well blown + ‘You’ll very likely ask me why, as Tom Smart had been pretty well blown already, he expressed this wish to be submitted to the same process again. - I can’t say—all I know is, that Tom Smart said so—or at least - he always told my uncle he said so, and it’s just the same thing. + I can’t say—all I know is, that Tom Smart said so—or at least + he always told my uncle he said so, and it’s just the same thing. </p> <p> - “‘Blow me,” says Tom Smart; and the mare neighed as if she were precisely + “‘Blow me,” says Tom Smart; and the mare neighed as if she were precisely of the same opinion. </p> <p> - “‘Cheer up, old girl,” said Tom, patting the bay mare on the neck with the - end of his whip. “It won’t do pushing on, such a night as this; the first - house we come to we’ll put up at, so the faster you go the sooner it’s - over. Soho, old girl—gently—gently.” + “‘Cheer up, old girl,” said Tom, patting the bay mare on the neck with the + end of his whip. “It won’t do pushing on, such a night as this; the first + house we come to we’ll put up at, so the faster you go the sooner it’s + over. Soho, old girl—gently—gently.” </p> <p> - ‘Whether the vixenish mare was sufficiently well acquainted with the tones - of Tom’s voice to comprehend his meaning, or whether she found it colder - standing still than moving on, of course I can’t say. But I can say that + ‘Whether the vixenish mare was sufficiently well acquainted with the tones + of Tom’s voice to comprehend his meaning, or whether she found it colder + standing still than moving on, of course I can’t say. But I can say that Tom had no sooner finished speaking, than she pricked up her ears, and started forward at a speed which made the clay-coloured gig rattle until you would have supposed every one of the red spokes were going to fly out - on the turf of Marlborough Downs; and even Tom, whip as he was, couldn’t + on the turf of Marlborough Downs; and even Tom, whip as he was, couldn’t stop or check her pace, until she drew up of her own accord, before a roadside inn on the right-hand side of the way, about half a quarter of a mile from the end of the Downs. </p> <p> - ‘Tom cast a hasty glance at the upper part of the house as he threw the + ‘Tom cast a hasty glance at the upper part of the house as he threw the reins to the hostler, and stuck the whip in the box. It was a strange old place, built of a kind of shingle, inlaid, as it were, with cross-beams, with gabled-topped windows projecting completely over the pathway, and a @@ -10301,8 +10233,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the house. </p> <p> - ‘In less than five minutes’ time, Tom was ensconced in the room opposite - the bar—the very room where he had imagined the fire blazing—before + ‘In less than five minutes’ time, Tom was ensconced in the room opposite + the bar—the very room where he had imagined the fire blazing—before a substantial, matter-of-fact, roaring fire, composed of something short of a bushel of coals, and wood enough to make half a dozen decent gooseberry bushes, piled half-way up the chimney, and roaring and @@ -10315,13 +10247,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger delightful rows of green bottles and gold labels, together with jars of pickles and preserves, and cheeses and boiled hams, and rounds of beef, arranged on shelves in the most tempting and delicious array. Well, this - was comfortable too; but even this was not all—for in the bar, + was comfortable too; but even this was not all—for in the bar, seated at tea at the nicest possible little table, drawn close up before the brightest possible little fire, was a buxom widow of somewhere about eight-and-forty or thereabouts, with a face as comfortable as the bar, who was evidently the landlady of the house, and the supreme ruler over all these agreeable possessions. There was only one drawback to the beauty of - the whole picture, and that was a tall man—a very tall man—in + the whole picture, and that was a tall man—a very tall man—in a brown coat and bright basket buttons, and black whiskers and wavy black hair, who was seated at tea with the widow, and who it required no great penetration to discover was in a fair way of persuading her to be a widow @@ -10329,60 +10261,60 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger bar, for and during the whole remainder of the term of his natural life. </p> <p> - ‘Tom Smart was by no means of an irritable or envious disposition, but + ‘Tom Smart was by no means of an irritable or envious disposition, but somehow or other the tall man with the brown coat and the bright basket buttons did rouse what little gall he had in his composition, and did make him feel extremely indignant, the more especially as he could now and then observe, from his seat before the glass, certain little affectionate familiarities passing between the tall man and the widow, which sufficiently denoted that the tall man was as high in favour as he was in - size. Tom was fond of hot punch—I may venture to say he was <i>very</i> - fond of hot punch—and after he had seen the vixenish mare well fed + size. Tom was fond of hot punch—I may venture to say he was <i>very</i> + fond of hot punch—and after he had seen the vixenish mare well fed and well littered down, and had eaten every bit of the nice little hot dinner which the widow tossed up for him with her own hands, he just ordered a tumbler of it by way of experiment. Now, if there was one thing in the whole range of domestic art, which the widow could manufacture better than another, it was this identical article; and the first tumbler - was adapted to Tom Smart’s taste with such peculiar nicety, that he + was adapted to Tom Smart’s taste with such peculiar nicety, that he ordered a second with the least possible delay. Hot punch is a pleasant - thing, gentlemen—an extremely pleasant thing under any circumstances—but + thing, gentlemen—an extremely pleasant thing under any circumstances—but in that snug old parlour, before the roaring fire, with the wind blowing outside till every timber in the old house creaked again, Tom Smart found - it perfectly delightful. He ordered another tumbler, and then another—I - am not quite certain whether he didn’t order another after that—but + it perfectly delightful. He ordered another tumbler, and then another—I + am not quite certain whether he didn’t order another after that—but the more he drank of the hot punch, the more he thought of the tall man. </p> <p> - ‘“Confound his impudence!” said Tom to himself, “what business has he in - that snug bar? Such an ugly villain too!” said Tom. “If the widow had any - taste, she might surely pick up some better fellow than that.” Here Tom’s + ‘“Confound his impudence!” said Tom to himself, “what business has he in + that snug bar? Such an ugly villain too!” said Tom. “If the widow had any + taste, she might surely pick up some better fellow than that.” Here Tom’s eye wandered from the glass on the chimney-piece to the glass on the table; and as he felt himself becoming gradually sentimental, he emptied the fourth tumbler of punch and ordered a fifth. </p> <p> - ‘Tom Smart, gentlemen, had always been very much attached to the public + ‘Tom Smart, gentlemen, had always been very much attached to the public line. It had been long his ambition to stand in a bar of his own, in a green coat, knee-cords, and tops. He had a great notion of taking the chair at convivial dinners, and he had often thought how well he could preside in a room of his own in the talking way, and what a capital example he could set to his customers in the drinking department. All - these things passed rapidly through Tom’s mind as he sat drinking the hot + these things passed rapidly through Tom’s mind as he sat drinking the hot punch by the roaring fire, and he felt very justly and properly indignant that the tall man should be in a fair way of keeping such an excellent house, while he, Tom Smart, was as far off from it as ever. So, after - deliberating over the two last tumblers, whether he hadn’t a perfect right + deliberating over the two last tumblers, whether he hadn’t a perfect right to pick a quarrel with the tall man for having contrived to get into the good graces of the buxom widow, Tom Smart at last arrived at the satisfactory conclusion that he was a very ill-used and persecuted individual, and had better go to bed. </p> <p> - ‘Up a wide and ancient staircase the smart girl preceded Tom, shading the + ‘Up a wide and ancient staircase the smart girl preceded Tom, shading the chamber candle with her hand, to protect it from the currents of air which in such a rambling old place might have found plenty of room to disport themselves in, without blowing the candle out, but which did blow it out - nevertheless—thus affording Tom’s enemies an opportunity of + nevertheless—thus affording Tom’s enemies an opportunity of asserting that it was he, and not the wind, who extinguished the candle, and that while he pretended to be blowing it alight again, he was in fact kissing the girl. Be this as it may, another light was obtained, and Tom @@ -10391,50 +10323,50 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger him good-night and left him alone. </p> <p> - ‘It was a good large room with big closets, and a bed which might have + ‘It was a good large room with big closets, and a bed which might have served for a whole boarding-school, to say nothing of a couple of oaken presses that would have held the baggage of a small army; but what struck - Tom’s fancy most was a strange, grim-looking, high backed chair, carved in + Tom’s fancy most was a strange, grim-looking, high backed chair, carved in the most fantastic manner, with a flowered damask cushion, and the round knobs at the bottom of the legs carefully tied up in red cloth, as if it had got the gout in its toes. Of any other queer chair, Tom would only have thought it was a queer chair, and there would have been an end of the matter; but there was something about this particular chair, and yet he - couldn’t tell what it was, so odd and so unlike any other piece of + couldn’t tell what it was, so odd and so unlike any other piece of furniture he had ever seen, that it seemed to fascinate him. He sat down - before the fire, and stared at the old chair for half an hour.—Damn - the chair, it was such a strange old thing, he couldn’t take his eyes off + before the fire, and stared at the old chair for half an hour.—Damn + the chair, it was such a strange old thing, he couldn’t take his eyes off it. </p> <p> - ‘“Well,” said Tom, slowly undressing himself, and staring at the old chair - all the while, which stood with a mysterious aspect by the bedside, “I - never saw such a rum concern as that in my days. Very odd,” said Tom, who - had got rather sage with the hot punch—“very odd.” Tom shook his + ‘“Well,” said Tom, slowly undressing himself, and staring at the old chair + all the while, which stood with a mysterious aspect by the bedside, “I + never saw such a rum concern as that in my days. Very odd,” said Tom, who + had got rather sage with the hot punch—“very odd.” Tom shook his head with an air of profound wisdom, and looked at the chair again. He - couldn’t make anything of it though, so he got into bed, covered himself + couldn’t make anything of it though, so he got into bed, covered himself up warm, and fell asleep. </p> <p> - ‘In about half an hour, Tom woke up with a start, from a confused dream of + ‘In about half an hour, Tom woke up with a start, from a confused dream of tall men and tumblers of punch; and the first object that presented itself to his waking imagination was the queer chair. </p> <p> - ‘“I won’t look at it any more,” said Tom to himself, and he squeezed his + ‘“I won’t look at it any more,” said Tom to himself, and he squeezed his eyelids together, and tried to persuade himself he was going to sleep again. No use; nothing but queer chairs danced before his eyes, kicking up - their legs, jumping over each other’s backs, and playing all kinds of + their legs, jumping over each other’s backs, and playing all kinds of antics. </p> <p> - “‘I may as well see one real chair, as two or three complete sets of false - ones,” said Tom, bringing out his head from under the bedclothes. There it + “‘I may as well see one real chair, as two or three complete sets of false + ones,” said Tom, bringing out his head from under the bedclothes. There it was, plainly discernible by the light of the fire, looking as provoking as ever. </p> <p> - ‘Tom gazed at the chair; and, suddenly as he looked at it, a most + ‘Tom gazed at the chair; and, suddenly as he looked at it, a most extraordinary change seemed to come over it. The carving of the back gradually assumed the lineaments and expression of an old, shrivelled human face; the damask cushion became an antique, flapped waistcoat; the @@ -10445,241 +10377,241 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was winking at Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘Tom was naturally a headlong, careless sort of dog, and he had had five + ‘Tom was naturally a headlong, careless sort of dog, and he had had five tumblers of hot punch into the bargain; so, although he was a little startled at first, he began to grow rather indignant when he saw the old gentleman winking and leering at him with such an impudent air. At length - he resolved that he wouldn’t stand it; and as the old face still kept - winking away as fast as ever, Tom said, in a very angry tone— + he resolved that he wouldn’t stand it; and as the old face still kept + winking away as fast as ever, Tom said, in a very angry tone— </p> <p> - ‘“What the devil are you winking at me for?” + ‘“What the devil are you winking at me for?” </p> <p> - ‘“Because I like it, Tom Smart,” said the chair; or the old gentleman, + ‘“Because I like it, Tom Smart,” said the chair; or the old gentleman, whichever you like to call him. He stopped winking though, when Tom spoke, and began grinning like a superannuated monkey. </p> <p> - ‘“How do you know my name, old nut-cracker face?” inquired Tom Smart, + ‘“How do you know my name, old nut-cracker face?” inquired Tom Smart, rather staggered; though he pretended to carry it off so well. </p> <p> - ‘“Come, come, Tom,” said the old gentleman, “that’s not the way to address - solid Spanish mahogany. Damme, you couldn’t treat me with less respect if - I was veneered.” When the old gentleman said this, he looked so fierce + ‘“Come, come, Tom,” said the old gentleman, “that’s not the way to address + solid Spanish mahogany. Damme, you couldn’t treat me with less respect if + I was veneered.” When the old gentleman said this, he looked so fierce that Tom began to grow frightened. </p> <p> - ‘“I didn’t mean to treat you with any disrespect, Sir,” said Tom, in a + ‘“I didn’t mean to treat you with any disrespect, Sir,” said Tom, in a much humbler tone than he had spoken in at first. </p> <p> - ‘“Well, well,” said the old fellow, “perhaps not—perhaps not. Tom—” + ‘“Well, well,” said the old fellow, “perhaps not—perhaps not. Tom—” </p> <p> - ‘“Sir—” + ‘“Sir—” </p> <p> - ‘“I know everything about you, Tom; everything. You’re very poor, Tom.” + ‘“I know everything about you, Tom; everything. You’re very poor, Tom.” </p> <p> - ‘“I certainly am,” said Tom Smart. “But how came you to know that?” + ‘“I certainly am,” said Tom Smart. “But how came you to know that?” </p> <p> - ‘“Never mind that,” said the old gentleman; “you’re much too fond of - punch, Tom.” + ‘“Never mind that,” said the old gentleman; “you’re much too fond of + punch, Tom.” </p> <p> - ‘Tom Smart was just on the point of protesting that he hadn’t tasted a + ‘Tom Smart was just on the point of protesting that he hadn’t tasted a drop since his last birthday, but when his eye encountered that of the old gentleman he looked so knowing that Tom blushed, and was silent. </p> <p> - ‘“Tom,” said the old gentleman, “the widow’s a fine woman—remarkably - fine woman—eh, Tom?” Here the old fellow screwed up his eyes, cocked + ‘“Tom,” said the old gentleman, “the widow’s a fine woman—remarkably + fine woman—eh, Tom?” Here the old fellow screwed up his eyes, cocked up one of his wasted little legs, and looked altogether so unpleasantly - amorous, that Tom was quite disgusted with the levity of his behaviour—at + amorous, that Tom was quite disgusted with the levity of his behaviour—at his time of life, too! </p> <p> - ‘“I am her guardian, Tom,” said the old gentleman. + ‘“I am her guardian, Tom,” said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘“Are you?” inquired Tom Smart. + ‘“Are you?” inquired Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘“I knew her mother, Tom,” said the old fellow: “and her grandmother. She - was very fond of me—made me this waistcoat, Tom.” + ‘“I knew her mother, Tom,” said the old fellow: “and her grandmother. She + was very fond of me—made me this waistcoat, Tom.” </p> <p> - ‘“Did she?” said Tom Smart. + ‘“Did she?” said Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘“And these shoes,” said the old fellow, lifting up one of the red cloth - mufflers; “but don’t mention it, Tom. I shouldn’t like to have it known + ‘“And these shoes,” said the old fellow, lifting up one of the red cloth + mufflers; “but don’t mention it, Tom. I shouldn’t like to have it known that she was so much attached to me. It might occasion some unpleasantness - in the family.” When the old rascal said this, he looked so extremely + in the family.” When the old rascal said this, he looked so extremely impertinent, that, as Tom Smart afterwards declared, he could have sat upon him without remorse. </p> <p> - ‘“I have been a great favourite among the women in my time, Tom,” said the - profligate old debauchee; “hundreds of fine women have sat in my lap for - hours together. What do you think of that, you dog, eh!” The old gentleman + ‘“I have been a great favourite among the women in my time, Tom,” said the + profligate old debauchee; “hundreds of fine women have sat in my lap for + hours together. What do you think of that, you dog, eh!” The old gentleman was proceeding to recount some other exploits of his youth, when he was seized with such a violent fit of creaking that he was unable to proceed. </p> <p> - ‘“Just serves you right, old boy,” thought Tom Smart; but he didn’t say + ‘“Just serves you right, old boy,” thought Tom Smart; but he didn’t say anything. </p> <p> - ‘“Ah!” said the old fellow, “I am a good deal troubled with this now. I am + ‘“Ah!” said the old fellow, “I am a good deal troubled with this now. I am getting old, Tom, and have lost nearly all my nails. I have had an - operation performed, too—a small piece let into my back—and I - found it a severe trial, Tom.” + operation performed, too—a small piece let into my back—and I + found it a severe trial, Tom.” </p> <p> - ‘“I dare say you did, Sir,” said Tom Smart. + ‘“I dare say you did, Sir,” said Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘“However,” said the old gentleman, “that’s not the point. Tom! I want you - to marry the widow.” + ‘“However,” said the old gentleman, “that’s not the point. Tom! I want you + to marry the widow.” </p> <p> - ‘“Me, Sir!” said Tom. + ‘“Me, Sir!” said Tom. </p> <p> - ‘“You,” said the old gentleman. + ‘“You,” said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘“Bless your reverend locks,” said Tom (he had a few scattered horse-hairs - left)—“bless your reverend locks, she wouldn’t have me.” And Tom + ‘“Bless your reverend locks,” said Tom (he had a few scattered horse-hairs + left)—“bless your reverend locks, she wouldn’t have me.” And Tom sighed involuntarily, as he thought of the bar. </p> <p> - ‘“Wouldn’t she?” said the old gentleman firmly. + ‘“Wouldn’t she?” said the old gentleman firmly. </p> <p> - ‘“No, no,” said Tom; “there’s somebody else in the wind. A tall man—a - confoundedly tall man—with black whiskers.” + ‘“No, no,” said Tom; “there’s somebody else in the wind. A tall man—a + confoundedly tall man—with black whiskers.” </p> <p> - ‘“Tom,” said the old gentleman; “she will never have him.” + ‘“Tom,” said the old gentleman; “she will never have him.” </p> <p> - ‘“Won’t she?” said Tom. “If you stood in the bar, old gentleman, you’d - tell another story.” + ‘“Won’t she?” said Tom. “If you stood in the bar, old gentleman, you’d + tell another story.” </p> <p> - ‘“Pooh, pooh,” said the old gentleman. “I know all about that.” + ‘“Pooh, pooh,” said the old gentleman. “I know all about that.” </p> <p> - ‘“About what?” said Tom. + ‘“About what?” said Tom. </p> <p> - ‘“The kissing behind the door, and all that sort of thing, Tom,” said the + ‘“The kissing behind the door, and all that sort of thing, Tom,” said the old gentleman. And here he gave another impudent look, which made Tom very wroth, because as you all know, gentlemen, to hear an old fellow, who - ought to know better, talking about these things, is very unpleasant—nothing + ought to know better, talking about these things, is very unpleasant—nothing more so. </p> <p> - ‘“I know all about that, Tom,” said the old gentleman. “I have seen it + ‘“I know all about that, Tom,” said the old gentleman. “I have seen it done very often in my time, Tom, between more people than I should like to - mention to you; but it never came to anything after all.” + mention to you; but it never came to anything after all.” </p> <p> - ‘“You must have seen some queer things,” said Tom, with an inquisitive + ‘“You must have seen some queer things,” said Tom, with an inquisitive look. </p> <p> - ‘“You may say that, Tom,” replied the old fellow, with a very complicated - wink. “I am the last of my family, Tom,” said the old gentleman, with a + ‘“You may say that, Tom,” replied the old fellow, with a very complicated + wink. “I am the last of my family, Tom,” said the old gentleman, with a melancholy sigh. </p> <p> - ‘“Was it a large one?” inquired Tom Smart. + ‘“Was it a large one?” inquired Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘“There were twelve of us, Tom,” said the old gentleman; “fine, - straight-backed, handsome fellows as you’d wish to see. None of your - modern abortions—all with arms, and with a degree of polish, though + ‘“There were twelve of us, Tom,” said the old gentleman; “fine, + straight-backed, handsome fellows as you’d wish to see. None of your + modern abortions—all with arms, and with a degree of polish, though I say it that should not, which it would have done your heart good to - behold.” + behold.” </p> <p> - ‘“And what’s become of the others, Sir?” asked Tom Smart— + ‘“And what’s become of the others, Sir?” asked Tom Smart— </p> <p> - ‘The old gentleman applied his elbow to his eye as he replied, “Gone, Tom, - gone. We had hard service, Tom, and they hadn’t all my constitution. They + ‘The old gentleman applied his elbow to his eye as he replied, “Gone, Tom, + gone. We had hard service, Tom, and they hadn’t all my constitution. They got rheumatic about the legs and arms, and went into kitchens and other - hospitals; and one of ‘em, with long service and hard usage, positively - lost his senses—he got so crazy that he was obliged to be burnt. - Shocking thing that, Tom.” + hospitals; and one of ‘em, with long service and hard usage, positively + lost his senses—he got so crazy that he was obliged to be burnt. + Shocking thing that, Tom.” </p> <p> - ‘“Dreadful!” said Tom Smart. + ‘“Dreadful!” said Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘The old fellow paused for a few minutes, apparently struggling with his - feelings of emotion, and then said— + ‘The old fellow paused for a few minutes, apparently struggling with his + feelings of emotion, and then said— </p> <p> - ‘“However, Tom, I am wandering from the point. This tall man, Tom, is a + ‘“However, Tom, I am wandering from the point. This tall man, Tom, is a rascally adventurer. The moment he married the widow, he would sell off all the furniture, and run away. What would be the consequence? She would be deserted and reduced to ruin, and I should catch my death of cold in - some broker’s shop.” + some broker’s shop.” </p> <p> - ‘“Yes, but—” + ‘“Yes, but—” </p> <p> - ‘“Don’t interrupt me,” said the old gentleman. “Of you, Tom, I entertain a + ‘“Don’t interrupt me,” said the old gentleman. “Of you, Tom, I entertain a very different opinion; for I well know that if you once settled yourself in a public-house, you would never leave it, as long as there was anything - to drink within its walls.” + to drink within its walls.” </p> <p> - ‘“I am very much obliged to you for your good opinion, Sir,” said Tom + ‘“I am very much obliged to you for your good opinion, Sir,” said Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘“Therefore,” resumed the old gentleman, in a dictatorial tone, “you shall - have her, and he shall not.” + ‘“Therefore,” resumed the old gentleman, in a dictatorial tone, “you shall + have her, and he shall not.” </p> <p> - ‘“What is to prevent it?” said Tom Smart eagerly. + ‘“What is to prevent it?” said Tom Smart eagerly. </p> <p> - ‘“This disclosure,” replied the old gentleman; “he is already married.” + ‘“This disclosure,” replied the old gentleman; “he is already married.” </p> <p> - ‘“How can I prove it?” said Tom, starting half out of bed. + ‘“How can I prove it?” said Tom, starting half out of bed. </p> <p> - ‘The old gentleman untucked his arm from his side, and having pointed to + ‘The old gentleman untucked his arm from his side, and having pointed to one of the oaken presses, immediately replaced it, in its old position. </p> <p> - ‘“He little thinks,” said the old gentleman, “that in the right-hand + ‘“He little thinks,” said the old gentleman, “that in the right-hand pocket of a pair of trousers in that press, he has left a letter, - entreating him to return to his disconsolate wife, with six—mark me, - Tom—six babes, and all of them small ones.” + entreating him to return to his disconsolate wife, with six—mark me, + Tom—six babes, and all of them small ones.” </p> <p> - ‘As the old gentleman solemnly uttered these words, his features grew less + ‘As the old gentleman solemnly uttered these words, his features grew less and less distinct, and his figure more shadowy. A film came over Tom - Smart’s eyes. The old man seemed gradually blending into the chair, the + Smart’s eyes. The old man seemed gradually blending into the chair, the damask waistcoat to resolve into a cushion, the red slippers to shrink into little red cloth bags. The light faded gently away, and Tom Smart fell back on his pillow, and dropped asleep. </p> <p> - ‘Morning aroused Tom from the lethargic slumber, into which he had fallen + ‘Morning aroused Tom from the lethargic slumber, into which he had fallen on the disappearance of the old man. He sat up in bed, and for some minutes vainly endeavoured to recall the events of the preceding night. Suddenly they rushed upon him. He looked at the chair; it was a fantastic @@ -10688,272 +10620,272 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger any resemblance between it and an old man. </p> <p> - ‘“How are you, old boy?” said Tom. He was bolder in the daylight—most + ‘“How are you, old boy?” said Tom. He was bolder in the daylight—most men are. </p> <p> - ‘The chair remained motionless, and spoke not a word. + ‘The chair remained motionless, and spoke not a word. </p> <p> - ‘“Miserable morning,” said Tom. No. The chair would not be drawn into + ‘“Miserable morning,” said Tom. No. The chair would not be drawn into conversation. </p> <p> - ‘“Which press did you point to?—you can tell me that,” said Tom. + ‘“Which press did you point to?—you can tell me that,” said Tom. Devil a word, gentlemen, the chair would say. </p> <p> - ‘“It’s not much trouble to open it, anyhow,” said Tom, getting out of bed + ‘“It’s not much trouble to open it, anyhow,” said Tom, getting out of bed very deliberately. He walked up to one of the presses. The key was in the lock; he turned it, and opened the door. There was a pair of trousers there. He put his hand into the pocket, and drew forth the identical letter the old gentleman had described! </p> <p> - ‘“Queer sort of thing, this,” said Tom Smart, looking first at the chair + ‘“Queer sort of thing, this,” said Tom Smart, looking first at the chair and then at the press, and then at the letter, and then at the chair - again. “Very queer,” said Tom. But, as there was nothing in either, to + again. “Very queer,” said Tom. But, as there was nothing in either, to lessen the queerness, he thought he might as well dress himself, and - settle the tall man’s business at once—just to put him out of his + settle the tall man’s business at once—just to put him out of his misery. </p> <p> - ‘Tom surveyed the rooms he passed through, on his way downstairs, with the + ‘Tom surveyed the rooms he passed through, on his way downstairs, with the scrutinising eye of a landlord; thinking it not impossible, that before long, they and their contents would be his property. The tall man was standing in the snug little bar, with his hands behind him, quite at home. He grinned vacantly at Tom. A casual observer might have supposed he did it, only to show his white teeth; but Tom Smart thought that a consciousness of triumph was passing through the place where the tall - man’s mind would have been, if he had had any. Tom laughed in his face; + man’s mind would have been, if he had had any. Tom laughed in his face; and summoned the landlady. </p> <p> - ‘“Good-morning ma’am,” said Tom Smart, closing the door of the little + ‘“Good-morning ma’am,” said Tom Smart, closing the door of the little parlour as the widow entered. </p> <p> - ‘“Good-morning, Sir,” said the widow. “What will you take for breakfast, - sir?” + ‘“Good-morning, Sir,” said the widow. “What will you take for breakfast, + sir?” </p> <p> - ‘Tom was thinking how he should open the case, so he made no answer. + ‘Tom was thinking how he should open the case, so he made no answer. </p> <p> - ‘“There’s a very nice ham,” said the widow, “and a beautiful cold larded - fowl. Shall I send ‘em in, Sir?” + ‘“There’s a very nice ham,” said the widow, “and a beautiful cold larded + fowl. Shall I send ‘em in, Sir?” </p> <p> - ‘These words roused Tom from his reflections. His admiration of the widow + ‘These words roused Tom from his reflections. His admiration of the widow increased as she spoke. Thoughtful creature! Comfortable provider! </p> <p> - ‘“Who is that gentleman in the bar, ma’am?” inquired Tom. + ‘“Who is that gentleman in the bar, ma’am?” inquired Tom. </p> <p> - ‘“His name is Jinkins, Sir,” said the widow, slightly blushing. + ‘“His name is Jinkins, Sir,” said the widow, slightly blushing. </p> <p> - ‘“He’s a tall man,” said Tom. + ‘“He’s a tall man,” said Tom. </p> <p> - ‘“He is a very fine man, Sir,” replied the widow, “and a very nice - gentleman.” + ‘“He is a very fine man, Sir,” replied the widow, “and a very nice + gentleman.” </p> <p> - ‘“Ah!” said Tom. + ‘“Ah!” said Tom. </p> <p> - ‘“Is there anything more you want, Sir?” inquired the widow, rather - puzzled by Tom’s manner. + ‘“Is there anything more you want, Sir?” inquired the widow, rather + puzzled by Tom’s manner. </p> <p> - ‘“Why, yes,” said Tom. “My dear ma’am, will you have the kindness to sit - down for one moment?” + ‘“Why, yes,” said Tom. “My dear ma’am, will you have the kindness to sit + down for one moment?” </p> <p> - ‘The widow looked much amazed, but she sat down, and Tom sat down too, - close beside her. I don’t know how it happened, gentlemen—indeed my - uncle used to tell me that Tom Smart said he didn’t know how it happened - either—but somehow or other the palm of Tom’s hand fell upon the - back of the widow’s hand, and remained there while he spoke. + ‘The widow looked much amazed, but she sat down, and Tom sat down too, + close beside her. I don’t know how it happened, gentlemen—indeed my + uncle used to tell me that Tom Smart said he didn’t know how it happened + either—but somehow or other the palm of Tom’s hand fell upon the + back of the widow’s hand, and remained there while he spoke. </p> <p> - ‘“My dear ma’am,” said Tom Smart—he had always a great notion of - committing the amiable—“my dear ma’am, you deserve a very excellent - husband—you do indeed.” + ‘“My dear ma’am,” said Tom Smart—he had always a great notion of + committing the amiable—“my dear ma’am, you deserve a very excellent + husband—you do indeed.” </p> <p> - ‘“Lor, Sir!” said the widow—as well she might; Tom’s mode of + ‘“Lor, Sir!” said the widow—as well she might; Tom’s mode of commencing the conversation being rather unusual, not to say startling; the fact of his never having set eyes upon her before the previous night - being taken into consideration. “Lor, Sir!” + being taken into consideration. “Lor, Sir!” </p> <p> - ‘“I scorn to flatter, my dear ma’am,” said Tom Smart. “You deserve a very - admirable husband, and whoever he is, he’ll be a very lucky man.” As Tom - said this, his eye involuntarily wandered from the widow’s face to the + ‘“I scorn to flatter, my dear ma’am,” said Tom Smart. “You deserve a very + admirable husband, and whoever he is, he’ll be a very lucky man.” As Tom + said this, his eye involuntarily wandered from the widow’s face to the comfort around him. </p> <p> - ‘The widow looked more puzzled than ever, and made an effort to rise. Tom + ‘The widow looked more puzzled than ever, and made an effort to rise. Tom gently pressed her hand, as if to detain her, and she kept her seat. Widows, gentlemen, are not usually timorous, as my uncle used to say. </p> <p> - ‘“I am sure I am very much obliged to you, Sir, for your good opinion,” - said the buxom landlady, half laughing; “and if ever I marry again—” + ‘“I am sure I am very much obliged to you, Sir, for your good opinion,” + said the buxom landlady, half laughing; “and if ever I marry again—” </p> <p> - ‘“<i>If</i>,” said Tom Smart, looking very shrewdly out of the right-hand - corner of his left eye. “<i>If</i>—” + ‘“<i>If</i>,” said Tom Smart, looking very shrewdly out of the right-hand + corner of his left eye. “<i>If</i>—” </p> <p> - “Well,” said the widow, laughing outright this time, “<i>when </i>I do, I - hope I shall have as good a husband as you describe.” + “Well,” said the widow, laughing outright this time, “<i>when </i>I do, I + hope I shall have as good a husband as you describe.” </p> <p> - ‘“Jinkins, to wit,” said Tom. + ‘“Jinkins, to wit,” said Tom. </p> <p> - ‘“Lor, sir!” exclaimed the widow. + ‘“Lor, sir!” exclaimed the widow. </p> <p> - ‘“Oh, don’t tell me,” said Tom, “I know him.” + ‘“Oh, don’t tell me,” said Tom, “I know him.” </p> <p> - ‘“I am sure nobody who knows him, knows anything bad of him,” said the + ‘“I am sure nobody who knows him, knows anything bad of him,” said the widow, bridling up at the mysterious air with which Tom had spoken. </p> <p> - ‘“Hem!” said Tom Smart. + ‘“Hem!” said Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘The widow began to think it was high time to cry, so she took out her + ‘The widow began to think it was high time to cry, so she took out her handkerchief, and inquired whether Tom wished to insult her, whether he thought it like a gentleman to take away the character of another - gentleman behind his back, why, if he had got anything to say, he didn’t + gentleman behind his back, why, if he had got anything to say, he didn’t say it to the man, like a man, instead of terrifying a poor weak woman in that way; and so forth. </p> <p> - ‘“I’ll say it to him fast enough,” said Tom, “only I want you to hear it - first.” + ‘“I’ll say it to him fast enough,” said Tom, “only I want you to hear it + first.” </p> <p> - ‘“What is it?” inquired the widow, looking intently in Tom’s countenance. + ‘“What is it?” inquired the widow, looking intently in Tom’s countenance. </p> <p> - ‘“I’ll astonish you,” said Tom, putting his hand in his pocket. + ‘“I’ll astonish you,” said Tom, putting his hand in his pocket. </p> <p> - ‘“If it is, that he wants money,” said the widow, “I know that already, - and you needn’t trouble yourself.” ‘“Pooh, nonsense, that’s nothing,” said - Tom Smart, “I want money. ‘Tain’t that.” + ‘“If it is, that he wants money,” said the widow, “I know that already, + and you needn’t trouble yourself.” ‘“Pooh, nonsense, that’s nothing,” said + Tom Smart, “I want money. ‘Tain’t that.” </p> <p> - ‘“Oh, dear, what can it be?” exclaimed the poor widow. + ‘“Oh, dear, what can it be?” exclaimed the poor widow. </p> <p> - ‘“Don’t be frightened,” said Tom Smart. He slowly drew forth the letter, - and unfolded it. “You won’t scream?” said Tom doubtfully. + ‘“Don’t be frightened,” said Tom Smart. He slowly drew forth the letter, + and unfolded it. “You won’t scream?” said Tom doubtfully. </p> <p> - ‘“No, no,” replied the widow; “let me see it.” + ‘“No, no,” replied the widow; “let me see it.” </p> <p> - ‘“You won’t go fainting away, or any of that nonsense?” said Tom. + ‘“You won’t go fainting away, or any of that nonsense?” said Tom. </p> <p> - ‘“No, no,” returned the widow hastily. + ‘“No, no,” returned the widow hastily. </p> <p> - ‘“And don’t run out, and blow him up,” said Tom; “because I’ll do all that - for you. You had better not exert yourself.” + ‘“And don’t run out, and blow him up,” said Tom; “because I’ll do all that + for you. You had better not exert yourself.” </p> <p> - ‘“Well, well,” said the widow, “let me see it.” + ‘“Well, well,” said the widow, “let me see it.” </p> <p> - ‘“I will,” replied Tom Smart; and, with these words, he placed the letter - in the widow’s hand. + ‘“I will,” replied Tom Smart; and, with these words, he placed the letter + in the widow’s hand. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen, I have heard my uncle say, that Tom Smart said the widow’s + ‘Gentlemen, I have heard my uncle say, that Tom Smart said the widow’s lamentations when she heard the disclosure would have pierced a heart of stone. Tom was certainly very tender-hearted, but they pierced his, to the very core. The widow rocked herself to and fro, and wrung her hands. </p> <p> - ‘“Oh, the deception and villainy of the man!” said the widow. + ‘“Oh, the deception and villainy of the man!” said the widow. </p> <p> - ‘“Frightful, my dear ma’am; but compose yourself,” said Tom Smart. + ‘“Frightful, my dear ma’am; but compose yourself,” said Tom Smart. </p> <p> - ‘“Oh, I can’t compose myself,” shrieked the widow. “I shall never find - anyone else I can love so much!” + ‘“Oh, I can’t compose myself,” shrieked the widow. “I shall never find + anyone else I can love so much!” </p> <p> - ‘“Oh, yes you will, my dear soul,” said Tom Smart, letting fall a shower - of the largest-sized tears, in pity for the widow’s misfortunes. Tom - Smart, in the energy of his compassion, had put his arm round the widow’s - waist; and the widow, in a passion of grief, had clasped Tom’s hand. She - looked up in Tom’s face, and smiled through her tears. Tom looked down in + ‘“Oh, yes you will, my dear soul,” said Tom Smart, letting fall a shower + of the largest-sized tears, in pity for the widow’s misfortunes. Tom + Smart, in the energy of his compassion, had put his arm round the widow’s + waist; and the widow, in a passion of grief, had clasped Tom’s hand. She + looked up in Tom’s face, and smiled through her tears. Tom looked down in hers, and smiled through his. </p> <p> - ‘I never could find out, gentlemen, whether Tom did or did not kiss the - widow at that particular moment. He used to tell my uncle he didn’t, but I + ‘I never could find out, gentlemen, whether Tom did or did not kiss the + widow at that particular moment. He used to tell my uncle he didn’t, but I have my doubts about it. Between ourselves, gentlemen, I rather think he did. </p> <p> - ‘At all events, Tom kicked the very tall man out at the front door half an + ‘At all events, Tom kicked the very tall man out at the front door half an hour later, and married the widow a month after. And he used to drive about the country, with the clay-coloured gig with the red wheels, and the vixenish mare with the fast pace, till he gave up business many years afterwards, and went to France with his wife; and then the old house was - pulled down.’ + pulled down.’ </p> <p> - ‘Will you allow me to ask you,’ said the inquisitive old gentleman, ‘what - became of the chair?’ + ‘Will you allow me to ask you,’ said the inquisitive old gentleman, ‘what + became of the chair?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ replied the one-eyed bagman, ‘it was observed to creak very much on - the day of the wedding; but Tom Smart couldn’t say for certain whether it + ‘Why,’ replied the one-eyed bagman, ‘it was observed to creak very much on + the day of the wedding; but Tom Smart couldn’t say for certain whether it was with pleasure or bodily infirmity. He rather thought it was the - latter, though, for it never spoke afterwards.’ + latter, though, for it never spoke afterwards.’ </p> <p> - ‘Everybody believed the story, didn’t they?’ said the dirty-faced man, + ‘Everybody believed the story, didn’t they?’ said the dirty-faced man, refilling his pipe. </p> <p> - ‘Except Tom’s enemies,’ replied the bagman. ‘Some of ‘em said Tom invented + ‘Except Tom’s enemies,’ replied the bagman. ‘Some of ‘em said Tom invented it altogether; and others said he was drunk and fancied it, and got hold of the wrong trousers by mistake before he went to bed. But nobody ever - minded what <i>they </i>said.’ + minded what <i>they </i>said.’ </p> <p> - ‘Tom Smart said it was all true?’ + ‘Tom Smart said it was all true?’ </p> <p> - ‘Every word.’ + ‘Every word.’ </p> <p> - ‘And your uncle?’ + ‘And your uncle?’ </p> <p> - ‘Every letter.’ + ‘Every letter.’ </p> <p> - ‘They must have been very nice men, both of ‘em,’ said the dirty-faced + ‘They must have been very nice men, both of ‘em,’ said the dirty-faced man. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, they were,’ replied the bagman; ‘very nice men indeed!’ + ‘Yes, they were,’ replied the bagman; ‘very nice men indeed!’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> @@ -10969,209 +10901,209 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger ACQUAINTANCE, AND THE COMMENCEMENT OF ANOTHER CHAPTER </h2> <p class="pfirst"> - <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Pickwick’s + <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Pickwick’s conscience had been somewhat reproaching him for his recent neglect of his friends at the Peacock; and he was just on the point of walking forth in quest of them, on the third morning after the election had terminated, when his faithful valet put into his hand a card, on which was engraved - the following inscription:— + the following inscription:— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Mrs. Leo Hunter THE DEN. EATANSWILL. </pre> <p> - ‘Person’s a-waitin’,’ said Sam, epigrammatically. + ‘Person’s a-waitin’,’ said Sam, epigrammatically. </p> <p> - ‘Does the person want me, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Does the person want me, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘He wants you partickler; and no one else ‘ll do, as the devil’s private - secretary said ven he fetched avay Doctor Faustus,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘He wants you partickler; and no one else ‘ll do, as the devil’s private + secretary said ven he fetched avay Doctor Faustus,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘<i>He</i>. Is it a gentleman?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘<i>He</i>. Is it a gentleman?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘A wery good imitation o’ one, if it ain’t,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘A wery good imitation o’ one, if it ain’t,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘But this is a lady’s card,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘But this is a lady’s card,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Given me by a gen’l’m’n, howsoever,’ replied Sam, ‘and he’s a-waitin’ in - the drawing-room—said he’d rather wait all day, than not see you.’ + ‘Given me by a gen’l’m’n, howsoever,’ replied Sam, ‘and he’s a-waitin’ in + the drawing-room—said he’d rather wait all day, than not see you.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick, on hearing this determination, descended to the drawing-room, where sat a grave man, who started up on his entrance, and - said, with an air of profound respect:— + said, with an air of profound respect:— </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick, I presume?’ + ‘Mr. Pickwick, I presume?’ </p> <p> - ‘The same.’ + ‘The same.’ </p> <p> - ‘Allow me, Sir, the honour of grasping your hand. Permit me, Sir, to shake - it,’ said the grave man. + ‘Allow me, Sir, the honour of grasping your hand. Permit me, Sir, to shake + it,’ said the grave man. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick. The stranger shook the extended hand, and - then continued— + ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick. The stranger shook the extended hand, and + then continued— </p> <p> - ‘We have heard of your fame, sir. The noise of your antiquarian discussion - has reached the ears of Mrs. Leo Hunter—my wife, sir; I am Mr. Leo - Hunter’—the stranger paused, as if he expected that Mr. Pickwick + ‘We have heard of your fame, sir. The noise of your antiquarian discussion + has reached the ears of Mrs. Leo Hunter—my wife, sir; I am Mr. Leo + Hunter’—the stranger paused, as if he expected that Mr. Pickwick would be overcome by the disclosure; but seeing that he remained perfectly - calm, proceeded— + calm, proceeded— </p> <p> - ‘My wife, sir—Mrs. Leo Hunter—is proud to number among her + ‘My wife, sir—Mrs. Leo Hunter—is proud to number among her acquaintance all those who have rendered themselves celebrated by their works and talents. Permit me, sir, to place in a conspicuous part of the list the name of Mr. Pickwick, and his brother-members of the club that - derives its name from him.’ + derives its name from him.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall be extremely happy to make the acquaintance of such a lady, sir,’ + ‘I shall be extremely happy to make the acquaintance of such a lady, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘You <i>shall </i>make it, sir,’ said the grave man. ‘To-morrow morning, - sir, we give a public breakfast—a <i>fete champetre</i>—to a + ‘You <i>shall </i>make it, sir,’ said the grave man. ‘To-morrow morning, + sir, we give a public breakfast—a <i>fete champetre</i>—to a great number of those who have rendered themselves celebrated by their works and talents. Permit Mrs. Leo Hunter, Sir, to have the gratification - of seeing you at the Den.’ + of seeing you at the Den.’ </p> <p> - ‘With great pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘With great pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Leo Hunter has many of these breakfasts, Sir,’ resumed the new - acquaintance—‘"feasts of reason,” sir, “and flows of soul,” as + ‘Mrs. Leo Hunter has many of these breakfasts, Sir,’ resumed the new + acquaintance—‘"feasts of reason,” sir, “and flows of soul,” as somebody who wrote a sonnet to Mrs. Leo Hunter on her breakfasts, - feelingly and originally observed.’ + feelingly and originally observed.’ </p> <p> - ‘Was <i>he</i> celebrated for his works and talents?’ inquired Mr. + ‘Was <i>he</i> celebrated for his works and talents?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘He was Sir,’ replied the grave man, ‘all Mrs. Leo Hunter’s acquaintances - are; it is her ambition, sir, to have no other acquaintance.’ + ‘He was Sir,’ replied the grave man, ‘all Mrs. Leo Hunter’s acquaintances + are; it is her ambition, sir, to have no other acquaintance.’ </p> <p> - ‘It is a very noble ambition,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘It is a very noble ambition,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘When I inform Mrs. Leo Hunter, that that remark fell from your lips, sir, - she will indeed be proud,’ said the grave man. ‘You have a gentleman in - your train, who has produced some beautiful little poems, I think, sir.’ + ‘When I inform Mrs. Leo Hunter, that that remark fell from your lips, sir, + she will indeed be proud,’ said the grave man. ‘You have a gentleman in + your train, who has produced some beautiful little poems, I think, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘My friend Mr. Snodgrass has a great taste for poetry,’ replied Mr. + ‘My friend Mr. Snodgrass has a great taste for poetry,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘So has Mrs. Leo Hunter, Sir. She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I + ‘So has Mrs. Leo Hunter, Sir. She dotes on poetry, sir. She adores it; I may say that her whole soul and mind are wound up, and entwined with it. She has produced some delightful pieces, herself, sir. You may have met - with her “Ode to an Expiring Frog,” sir.’ + with her “Ode to an Expiring Frog,” sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t think I have,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I don’t think I have,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘You astonish me, Sir,’ said Mr. Leo Hunter. ‘It created an immense - sensation. It was signed with an “L” and eight stars, and appeared - originally in a lady’s magazine. It commenced— + ‘You astonish me, Sir,’ said Mr. Leo Hunter. ‘It created an immense + sensation. It was signed with an “L” and eight stars, and appeared + originally in a lady’s magazine. It commenced— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘“Can I view thee panting, lying + ‘“Can I view thee panting, lying On thy stomach, without sighing; Can I unmoved see thee dying On a log - Expiring frog!”’ + Expiring frog!”’ </pre> <p> - ‘Beautiful!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Beautiful!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Fine,’ said Mr. Leo Hunter; ‘so simple.’ + ‘Fine,’ said Mr. Leo Hunter; ‘so simple.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Very,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘The next verse is still more touching. Shall I repeat it?’ + ‘The next verse is still more touching. Shall I repeat it?’ </p> <p> - ‘If you please,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘If you please,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It runs thus,’ said the grave man, still more gravely. + ‘It runs thus,’ said the grave man, still more gravely. </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘“Say, have fiends in shape of boys, + ‘“Say, have fiends in shape of boys, With wild halloo, and brutal noise, Hunted thee from marshy joys, With a dog, - Expiring frog!”’ + Expiring frog!”’ </pre> <p> - ‘Finely expressed,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Finely expressed,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘All point, Sir,’ said Mr. Leo Hunter; ‘but you shall hear Mrs. Leo Hunter + ‘All point, Sir,’ said Mr. Leo Hunter; ‘but you shall hear Mrs. Leo Hunter repeat it. She can do justice to it, Sir. She will repeat it, in - character, Sir, to-morrow morning.’ + character, Sir, to-morrow morning.’ </p> <p> - ‘In character!’ + ‘In character!’ </p> <p> - ‘As Minerva. But I forgot—it’s a fancy-dress <i>dejeune</i>.’ + ‘As Minerva. But I forgot—it’s a fancy-dress <i>dejeune</i>.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, glancing at his own figure—‘I can’t - possibly—’ + ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, glancing at his own figure—‘I can’t + possibly—’ </p> <p> - ‘Can’t, sir; can’t!’ exclaimed Mr. Leo Hunter. ‘Solomon Lucas, the Jew in + ‘Can’t, sir; can’t!’ exclaimed Mr. Leo Hunter. ‘Solomon Lucas, the Jew in the High Street, has thousands of fancy-dresses. Consider, Sir, how many appropriate characters are open for your selection. Plato, Zeno, Epicurus, - Pythagoras—all founders of clubs.’ + Pythagoras—all founders of clubs.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know that,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but as I cannot put myself in - competition with those great men, I cannot presume to wear their dresses.’ + ‘I know that,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but as I cannot put myself in + competition with those great men, I cannot presume to wear their dresses.’ </p> <p> - The grave man considered deeply, for a few seconds, and then said— + The grave man considered deeply, for a few seconds, and then said— </p> <p> - ‘On reflection, Sir, I don’t know whether it would not afford Mrs. Leo + ‘On reflection, Sir, I don’t know whether it would not afford Mrs. Leo Hunter greater pleasure, if her guests saw a gentleman of your celebrity in his own costume, rather than in an assumed one. I may venture to - promise an exception in your case, sir—yes, I am quite certain that, - on behalf of Mrs. Leo Hunter, I may venture to do so.’ + promise an exception in your case, sir—yes, I am quite certain that, + on behalf of Mrs. Leo Hunter, I may venture to do so.’ </p> <p> - ‘In that case,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I shall have great pleasure in - coming.’ + ‘In that case,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I shall have great pleasure in + coming.’ </p> <p> - ‘But I waste your time, Sir,’ said the grave man, as if suddenly - recollecting himself. ‘I know its value, sir. I will not detain you. I may + ‘But I waste your time, Sir,’ said the grave man, as if suddenly + recollecting himself. ‘I know its value, sir. I will not detain you. I may tell Mrs. Leo Hunter, then, that she may confidently expect you and your distinguished friends? Good-morning, Sir, I am proud to have beheld so - eminent a personage—not a step sir; not a word.’ And without giving + eminent a personage—not a step sir; not a word.’ And without giving Mr. Pickwick time to offer remonstrance or denial, Mr. Leo Hunter stalked gravely away. </p> @@ -11180,76 +11112,76 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger had conveyed the intelligence of the fancy-ball there, before him. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Pott’s going,’ were the first words with which he saluted his + ‘Mrs. Pott’s going,’ were the first words with which he saluted his leader. </p> <p> - ‘Is she?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Is she?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘As Apollo,’ replied Winkle. ‘Only Pott objects to the tunic.’ + ‘As Apollo,’ replied Winkle. ‘Only Pott objects to the tunic.’ </p> <p> - ‘He is right. He is quite right,’ said Mr. Pickwick emphatically. + ‘He is right. He is quite right,’ said Mr. Pickwick emphatically. </p> <p> - ‘Yes; so she’s going to wear a white satin gown with gold spangles.’ + ‘Yes; so she’s going to wear a white satin gown with gold spangles.’ </p> <p> - ‘They’ll hardly know what she’s meant for; will they?’ inquired Mr. + ‘They’ll hardly know what she’s meant for; will they?’ inquired Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Of course they will,’ replied Mr. Winkle indignantly. ‘They’ll see her - lyre, won’t they?’ + ‘Of course they will,’ replied Mr. Winkle indignantly. ‘They’ll see her + lyre, won’t they?’ </p> <p> - ‘True; I forgot that,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘True; I forgot that,’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘I shall go as a bandit,’ interposed Mr. Tupman. + ‘I shall go as a bandit,’ interposed Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘What!’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a sudden start. + ‘What!’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a sudden start. </p> <p> - ‘As a bandit,’ repeated Mr. Tupman, mildly. + ‘As a bandit,’ repeated Mr. Tupman, mildly. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean to say,’ said Mr. Pickwick, gazing with solemn sternness - at his friend—‘you don’t mean to say, Mr. Tupman, that it is your + ‘You don’t mean to say,’ said Mr. Pickwick, gazing with solemn sternness + at his friend—‘you don’t mean to say, Mr. Tupman, that it is your intention to put yourself into a green velvet jacket, with a two-inch - tail?’ + tail?’ </p> <p> - ‘Such <i>is</i> my intention, Sir,’ replied Mr. Tupman warmly. ‘And why - not, sir?’ + ‘Such <i>is</i> my intention, Sir,’ replied Mr. Tupman warmly. ‘And why + not, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Because, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, considerably excited—‘because you - are too old, Sir.’ + ‘Because, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, considerably excited—‘because you + are too old, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Too old!’ exclaimed Mr. Tupman. + ‘Too old!’ exclaimed Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘And if any further ground of objection be wanting,’ continued Mr. - Pickwick, ‘you are too fat, sir.’ + ‘And if any further ground of objection be wanting,’ continued Mr. + Pickwick, ‘you are too fat, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Tupman, his face suffused with a crimson glow, ‘this is an - insult.’ + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Tupman, his face suffused with a crimson glow, ‘this is an + insult.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, in the same tone, ‘it is not half the insult + ‘Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, in the same tone, ‘it is not half the insult to you, that your appearance in my presence in a green velvet jacket, with - a two-inch tail, would be to me.’ + a two-inch tail, would be to me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Tupman, ‘you’re a fellow.’ + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Tupman, ‘you’re a fellow.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘you’re another!’ + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘you’re another!’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman advanced a step or two, and glared at Mr. Pickwick. Mr. @@ -11258,75 +11190,75 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger looked on, petrified at beholding such a scene between two such men. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Tupman, after a short pause, speaking in a low, deep - voice, ‘you have called me old.’ + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Tupman, after a short pause, speaking in a low, deep + voice, ‘you have called me old.’ </p> <p> - ‘I have,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I have,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘And fat.’ + ‘And fat.’ </p> <p> - ‘I reiterate the charge.’ + ‘I reiterate the charge.’ </p> <p> - ‘And a fellow.’ + ‘And a fellow.’ </p> <p> - ‘So you are!’ + ‘So you are!’ </p> <p> There was a fearful pause. </p> <p> - ‘My attachment to your person, sir,’ said Mr. Tupman, speaking in a voice - tremulous with emotion, and tucking up his wristbands meanwhile, ‘is great—very - great—but upon that person, I must take summary vengeance.’ + ‘My attachment to your person, sir,’ said Mr. Tupman, speaking in a voice + tremulous with emotion, and tucking up his wristbands meanwhile, ‘is great—very + great—but upon that person, I must take summary vengeance.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come on, Sir!’ replied Mr. Pickwick. Stimulated by the exciting nature of + ‘Come on, Sir!’ replied Mr. Pickwick. Stimulated by the exciting nature of the dialogue, the heroic man actually threw himself into a paralytic attitude, confidently supposed by the two bystanders to have been intended as a posture of defence. </p> <p> - ‘What!’ exclaimed Mr. Snodgrass, suddenly recovering the power of speech, + ‘What!’ exclaimed Mr. Snodgrass, suddenly recovering the power of speech, of which intense astonishment had previously bereft him, and rushing between the two, at the imminent hazard of receiving an application on the - temple from each—‘what! Mr. Pickwick, with the eyes of the world + temple from each—‘what! Mr. Pickwick, with the eyes of the world upon you! Mr. Tupman! who, in common with us all, derives a lustre from - his undying name! For shame, gentlemen; for shame.’ + his undying name! For shame, gentlemen; for shame.’ </p> <p> - The unwonted lines which momentary passion had ruled in Mr. Pickwick’s + The unwonted lines which momentary passion had ruled in Mr. Pickwick’s clear and open brow, gradually melted away, as his young friend spoke, like the marks of a black-lead pencil beneath the softening influence of india-rubber. His countenance had resumed its usual benign expression, ere he concluded. </p> <p> - ‘I have been hasty,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘very hasty. Tupman; your hand.’ + ‘I have been hasty,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘very hasty. Tupman; your hand.’ </p> <p> - The dark shadow passed from Mr. Tupman’s face, as he warmly grasped the + The dark shadow passed from Mr. Tupman’s face, as he warmly grasped the hand of his friend. </p> <p> - ‘I have been hasty, too,’ said he. + ‘I have been hasty, too,’ said he. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ interrupted Mr. Pickwick, ‘the fault was mine. You will wear the - green velvet jacket?’ + ‘No, no,’ interrupted Mr. Pickwick, ‘the fault was mine. You will wear the + green velvet jacket?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ replied Mr. Tupman. + ‘No, no,’ replied Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘To oblige me, you will,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘To oblige me, you will,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Well, well, I will,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Well, well, I will,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/0294m.jpg" alt="0294m " /><br /> @@ -11338,13 +11270,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger It was accordingly settled that Mr. Tupman, Mr. Winkle, and Mr. Snodgrass, should all wear fancy-dresses. Thus Mr. Pickwick was led by the very warmth of his own good feelings to give his consent to a proceeding from - which his better judgment would have recoiled—a more striking + which his better judgment would have recoiled—a more striking illustration of his amiable character could hardly have been conceived, even if the events recorded in these pages had been wholly imaginary. </p> <p> Mr. Leo Hunter had not exaggerated the resources of Mr. Solomon Lucas. His - wardrobe was extensive—very extensive—not strictly classical + wardrobe was extensive—very extensive—not strictly classical perhaps, not quite new, nor did it contain any one garment made precisely after the fashion of any age or time, but everything was more or less spangled; and what can be prettier than spangles! It may be objected that @@ -11361,19 +11293,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> A carriage was hired from the Town Arms, for the accommodation of the Pickwickians, and a chariot was ordered from the same repository, for the - purpose of conveying Mr. and Mrs. Pott to Mrs. Leo Hunter’s grounds, which + purpose of conveying Mr. and Mrs. Pott to Mrs. Leo Hunter’s grounds, which Mr. Pott, as a delicate acknowledgment of having received an invitation, - had already confidently predicted in the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i> ‘would - present a scene of varied and delicious enchantment—a bewildering - coruscation of beauty and talent—a lavish and prodigal display of - hospitality—above all, a degree of splendour softened by the most + had already confidently predicted in the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i> ‘would + present a scene of varied and delicious enchantment—a bewildering + coruscation of beauty and talent—a lavish and prodigal display of + hospitality—above all, a degree of splendour softened by the most exquisite taste; and adornment refined with perfect harmony and the - chastest good keeping—compared with which, the fabled gorgeousness + chastest good keeping—compared with which, the fabled gorgeousness of Eastern fairyland itself would appear to be clothed in as many dark and murky colours, as must be the mind of the splenetic and unmanly being who could presume to taint with the venom of his envy, the preparations made by the virtuous and highly distinguished lady at whose shrine this humble - tribute of admiration was offered.’ This last was a piece of biting + tribute of admiration was offered.’ This last was a piece of biting sarcasm against the <i>Independent</i>, who, in consequence of not having been invited at all, had been, through four numbers, affecting to sneer at the whole affair, in his very largest type, with all the adjectives in @@ -11381,7 +11313,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> The morning came: it was a pleasant sight to behold Mr. Tupman in full - brigand’s costume, with a very tight jacket, sitting like a pincushion + brigand’s costume, with a very tight jacket, sitting like a pincushion over his back and shoulders, the upper portion of his legs incased in the velvet shorts, and the lower part thereof swathed in the complicated bandages to which all brigands are peculiarly attached. It was pleasing to @@ -11389,41 +11321,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger looking out from an open shirt collar; and to contemplate the sugar-loaf hat, decorated with ribbons of all colours, which he was compelled to carry on his knee, inasmuch as no known conveyance with a top to it, would - admit of any man’s carrying it between his head and the roof. Equally + admit of any man’s carrying it between his head and the roof. Equally humorous and agreeable was the appearance of Mr. Snodgrass in blue satin trunks and cloak, white silk tights and shoes, and Grecian helmet, which everybody knows (and if they do not, Mr. Solomon Lucas did) to have been the regular, authentic, everyday costume of a troubadour, from the earliest ages down to the time of their final disappearance from the face of the earth. All this was pleasant, but this was as nothing compared with - the shouting of the populace when the carriage drew up, behind Mr. Pott’s - chariot, which chariot itself drew up at Mr. Pott’s door, which door + the shouting of the populace when the carriage drew up, behind Mr. Pott’s + chariot, which chariot itself drew up at Mr. Pott’s door, which door itself opened, and displayed the great Pott accoutred as a Russian officer - of justice, with a tremendous knout in his hand—tastefully typical + of justice, with a tremendous knout in his hand—tastefully typical of the stern and mighty power of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, and the fearful lashings it bestowed on public offenders. </p> <p> - ‘Bravo!’ shouted Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass from the passage, when they + ‘Bravo!’ shouted Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass from the passage, when they beheld the walking allegory. </p> <p> - ‘Bravo!’ Mr. Pickwick was heard to exclaim, from the passage. + ‘Bravo!’ Mr. Pickwick was heard to exclaim, from the passage. </p> <p> - ‘Hoo-roar Pott!’ shouted the populace. Amid these salutations, Mr. Pott, + ‘Hoo-roar Pott!’ shouted the populace. Amid these salutations, Mr. Pott, smiling with that kind of bland dignity which sufficiently testified that he felt his power, and knew how to exert it, got into the chariot. </p> <p> Then there emerged from the house, Mrs. Pott, who would have looked very - like Apollo if she hadn’t had a gown on, conducted by Mr. Winkle, who, in + like Apollo if she hadn’t had a gown on, conducted by Mr. Winkle, who, in his light-red coat could not possibly have been mistaken for anything but a sportsman, if he had not borne an equal resemblance to a general postman. Last of all came Mr. Pickwick, whom the boys applauded as loud as anybody, probably under the impression that his tights and gaiters were some remnants of the dark ages; and then the two vehicles proceeded - towards Mrs. Leo Hunter’s; Mr. Weller (who was to assist in waiting) being + towards Mrs. Leo Hunter’s; Mr. Weller (who was to assist in waiting) being stationed on the box of that in which his master was seated. </p> <p> @@ -11431,54 +11363,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to see the visitors in their fancy-dresses, screamed with delight and ecstasy, when Mr. Pickwick, with the brigand on one arm, and the troubadour on the other, walked solemnly up the entrance. Never were such - shouts heard as those which greeted Mr. Tupman’s efforts to fix the + shouts heard as those which greeted Mr. Tupman’s efforts to fix the sugar-loaf hat on his head, by way of entering the garden in style. </p> <p> The preparations were on the most delightful scale; fully realising the - prophetic Pott’s anticipations about the gorgeousness of Eastern + prophetic Pott’s anticipations about the gorgeousness of Eastern fairyland, and at once affording a sufficient contradiction to the malignant statements of the reptile <i>Independent</i>. The grounds were more than an acre and a quarter in extent, and they were filled with people! Never was such a blaze of beauty, and fashion, and literature. - There was the young lady who ‘did’ the poetry in the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, + There was the young lady who ‘did’ the poetry in the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, in the garb of a sultana, leaning upon the arm of the young gentleman who - ‘did’ the review department, and who was appropriately habited in a - field-marshal’s uniform—the boots excepted. There were hosts of + ‘did’ the review department, and who was appropriately habited in a + field-marshal’s uniform—the boots excepted. There were hosts of these geniuses, and any reasonable person would have thought it honour enough to meet them. But more than these, there were half a dozen lions - from London—authors, real authors, who had written whole books, and - printed them afterwards—and here you might see ‘em, walking about, - like ordinary men, smiling, and talking—aye, and talking pretty + from London—authors, real authors, who had written whole books, and + printed them afterwards—and here you might see ‘em, walking about, + like ordinary men, smiling, and talking—aye, and talking pretty considerable nonsense too, no doubt with the benign intention of rendering themselves intelligible to the common people about them. Moreover, there was a band of music in pasteboard caps; four something-ean singers in the costume of their country, and a dozen hired waiters in the costume of <i>their - </i>country—and very dirty costume too. And above all, there was + </i>country—and very dirty costume too. And above all, there was Mrs. Leo Hunter in the character of Minerva, receiving the company, and overflowing with pride and gratification at the notion of having called such distinguished individuals together. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick, ma’am,’ said a servant, as that gentleman approached the + ‘Mr. Pickwick, ma’am,’ said a servant, as that gentleman approached the presiding goddess, with his hat in his hand, and the brigand and troubadour on either arm. </p> <p> - ‘What! Where!’ exclaimed Mrs. Leo Hunter, starting up, in an affected + ‘What! Where!’ exclaimed Mrs. Leo Hunter, starting up, in an affected rapture of surprise. </p> <p> - ‘Here,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Here,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Is it possible that I have really the gratification of beholding Mr. - Pickwick himself!’ ejaculated Mrs. Leo Hunter. + ‘Is it possible that I have really the gratification of beholding Mr. + Pickwick himself!’ ejaculated Mrs. Leo Hunter. </p> <p> - ‘No other, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, bowing very low. ‘Permit me to - introduce my friends—Mr. Tupman—Mr. Winkle—Mr. Snodgrass—to - the authoress of “The Expiring Frog.”’ + ‘No other, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, bowing very low. ‘Permit me to + introduce my friends—Mr. Tupman—Mr. Winkle—Mr. Snodgrass—to + the authoress of “The Expiring Frog.”’ </p> <p> Very few people but those who have tried it, know what a difficult process @@ -11486,156 +11418,156 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hat; or in blue satin trunks and white silks, or knee-cords and top-boots that were never made for the wearer, and have been fixed upon him without the remotest reference to the comparative dimensions of himself and the - suit. Never were such distortions as Mr. Tupman’s frame underwent in his - efforts to appear easy and graceful—never was such ingenious + suit. Never were such distortions as Mr. Tupman’s frame underwent in his + efforts to appear easy and graceful—never was such ingenious posturing, as his fancy-dressed friends exhibited. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, ‘I must make you promise not to stir + ‘Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, ‘I must make you promise not to stir from my side the whole day. There are hundreds of people here, that I must - positively introduce you to.’ + positively introduce you to.’ </p> <p> - ‘You are very kind, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You are very kind, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘In the first place, here are my little girls; I had almost forgotten - them,’ said Minerva, carelessly pointing towards a couple of full-grown + ‘In the first place, here are my little girls; I had almost forgotten + them,’ said Minerva, carelessly pointing towards a couple of full-grown young ladies, of whom one might be about twenty, and the other a year or - two older, and who were dressed in very juvenile costumes—whether to + two older, and who were dressed in very juvenile costumes—whether to make them look young, or their mamma younger, Mr. Pickwick does not distinctly inform us. </p> <p> - ‘They are very beautiful,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as the juveniles turned + ‘They are very beautiful,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as the juveniles turned away, after being presented. </p> <p> - ‘They are very like their mamma, Sir,’ said Mr. Pott, majestically. + ‘They are very like their mamma, Sir,’ said Mr. Pott, majestically. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you naughty man,’ exclaimed Mrs. Leo Hunter, playfully tapping the - editor’s arm with her fan (Minerva with a fan!). + ‘Oh, you naughty man,’ exclaimed Mrs. Leo Hunter, playfully tapping the + editor’s arm with her fan (Minerva with a fan!). </p> <p> - ‘Why now, my dear Mrs. Hunter,’ said Mr. Pott, who was trumpeter in - ordinary at the Den, ‘you know that when your picture was in the + ‘Why now, my dear Mrs. Hunter,’ said Mr. Pott, who was trumpeter in + ordinary at the Den, ‘you know that when your picture was in the exhibition of the Royal Academy, last year, everybody inquired whether it was intended for you, or your youngest daughter; for you were so much - alike that there was no telling the difference between you.’ + alike that there was no telling the difference between you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, and if they did, why need you repeat it, before strangers?’ said + ‘Well, and if they did, why need you repeat it, before strangers?’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, bestowing another tap on the slumbering lion of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>. </p> <p> - ‘Count, count,’ screamed Mrs. Leo Hunter to a well-whiskered individual in + ‘Count, count,’ screamed Mrs. Leo Hunter to a well-whiskered individual in a foreign uniform, who was passing by. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! you want me?’ said the count, turning back. + ‘Ah! you want me?’ said the count, turning back. </p> <p> - ‘I want to introduce two very clever people to each other,’ said Mrs. Leo - Hunter. ‘Mr. Pickwick, I have great pleasure in introducing you to Count - Smorltork.’ She added in a hurried whisper to Mr. Pickwick—‘The - famous foreigner—gathering materials for his great work on England—hem!—Count - Smorltork, Mr. Pickwick.’ + ‘I want to introduce two very clever people to each other,’ said Mrs. Leo + Hunter. ‘Mr. Pickwick, I have great pleasure in introducing you to Count + Smorltork.’ She added in a hurried whisper to Mr. Pickwick—‘The + famous foreigner—gathering materials for his great work on England—hem!—Count + Smorltork, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick saluted the count with all the reverence due to so great a man, and the count drew forth a set of tablets. </p> <p> - ‘What you say, Mrs. Hunt?’ inquired the count, smiling graciously on the - gratified Mrs. Leo Hunter, ‘Pig Vig or Big Vig—what you call—lawyer—eh? - I see—that is it. Big Vig’—and the count was proceeding to + ‘What you say, Mrs. Hunt?’ inquired the count, smiling graciously on the + gratified Mrs. Leo Hunter, ‘Pig Vig or Big Vig—what you call—lawyer—eh? + I see—that is it. Big Vig’—and the count was proceeding to enter Mr. Pickwick in his tablets, as a gentleman of the long robe, who derived his name from the profession to which he belonged, when Mrs. Leo Hunter interposed. </p> <p> - ‘No, no, count,’ said the lady, ‘Pick-wick.’ + ‘No, no, count,’ said the lady, ‘Pick-wick.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, ah, I see,’ replied the count. ‘Peek—christian name; Weeks—surname; - good, ver good. Peek Weeks. How you do, Weeks?’ + ‘Ah, ah, I see,’ replied the count. ‘Peek—christian name; Weeks—surname; + good, ver good. Peek Weeks. How you do, Weeks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Quite well, I thank you,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, with all his usual - affability. ‘Have you been long in England?’ + ‘Quite well, I thank you,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, with all his usual + affability. ‘Have you been long in England?’ </p> <p> - ‘Long—ver long time—fortnight—more.’ + ‘Long—ver long time—fortnight—more.’ </p> <p> - ‘Do you stay here long?’ + ‘Do you stay here long?’ </p> <p> - ‘One week.’ + ‘One week.’ </p> <p> - ‘You will have enough to do,’ said Mr. Pickwick smiling, ‘to gather all - the materials you want in that time.’ + ‘You will have enough to do,’ said Mr. Pickwick smiling, ‘to gather all + the materials you want in that time.’ </p> <p> - ‘Eh, they are gathered,’ said the count. + ‘Eh, they are gathered,’ said the count. </p> <p> - ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘They are here,’ added the count, tapping his forehead significantly. - ‘Large book at home—full of notes—music, picture, science, - potry, poltic; all tings.’ + ‘They are here,’ added the count, tapping his forehead significantly. + ‘Large book at home—full of notes—music, picture, science, + potry, poltic; all tings.’ </p> <p> - ‘The word politics, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘comprises in itself, a - difficult study of no inconsiderable magnitude.’ + ‘The word politics, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘comprises in itself, a + difficult study of no inconsiderable magnitude.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said the count, drawing out the tablets again, ‘ver good—fine + ‘Ah!’ said the count, drawing out the tablets again, ‘ver good—fine words to begin a chapter. Chapter forty-seven. Poltics. The word poltic - surprises by himself—’ And down went Mr. Pickwick’s remark, in Count - Smorltork’s tablets, with such variations and additions as the count’s + surprises by himself—’ And down went Mr. Pickwick’s remark, in Count + Smorltork’s tablets, with such variations and additions as the count’s exuberant fancy suggested, or his imperfect knowledge of the language occasioned. </p> <p> - ‘Count,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter. + ‘Count,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Hunt,’ replied the count. + ‘Mrs. Hunt,’ replied the count. </p> <p> - ‘This is Mr. Snodgrass, a friend of Mr. Pickwick’s, and a poet.’ + ‘This is Mr. Snodgrass, a friend of Mr. Pickwick’s, and a poet.’ </p> <p> - ‘Stop,’ exclaimed the count, bringing out the tablets once more. ‘Head, - potry—chapter, literary friends—name, Snowgrass; ver good. - Introduced to Snowgrass—great poet, friend of Peek Weeks—by - Mrs. Hunt, which wrote other sweet poem—what is that name?—Fog—Perspiring - Fog—ver good—ver good indeed.’ And the count put up his + ‘Stop,’ exclaimed the count, bringing out the tablets once more. ‘Head, + potry—chapter, literary friends—name, Snowgrass; ver good. + Introduced to Snowgrass—great poet, friend of Peek Weeks—by + Mrs. Hunt, which wrote other sweet poem—what is that name?—Fog—Perspiring + Fog—ver good—ver good indeed.’ And the count put up his tablets, and with sundry bows and acknowledgments walked away, thoroughly satisfied that he had made the most important and valuable additions to his stock of information. </p> <p> - ‘Wonderful man, Count Smorltork,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter. + ‘Wonderful man, Count Smorltork,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter. </p> <p> - ‘Sound philosopher,’ said Mr. Pott. + ‘Sound philosopher,’ said Mr. Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Clear-headed, strong-minded person,’ added Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Clear-headed, strong-minded person,’ added Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - A chorus of bystanders took up the shout of Count Smorltork’s praise, - shook their heads sagely, and unanimously cried, ‘Very!’ + A chorus of bystanders took up the shout of Count Smorltork’s praise, + shook their heads sagely, and unanimously cried, ‘Very!’ </p> <p> - As the enthusiasm in Count Smorltork’s favour ran very high, his praises + As the enthusiasm in Count Smorltork’s favour ran very high, his praises might have been sung until the end of the festivities, if the four something-ean singers had not ranged themselves in front of a small apple-tree, to look picturesque, and commenced singing their national @@ -11647,43 +11579,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger it, and crawl under it, and fall down with it, and do everything but sit upon it, and then to make a cravat of his legs, and tie them round his neck, and then to illustrate the ease with which a human being can be made - to look like a magnified toad—all which feats yielded high delight + to look like a magnified toad—all which feats yielded high delight and satisfaction to the assembled spectators. After which, the voice of Mrs. Pott was heard to chirp faintly forth, something which courtesy interpreted into a song, which was all very classical, and strictly in character, because Apollo was himself a composer, and composers can very - seldom sing their own music or anybody else’s, either. This was succeeded - by Mrs. Leo Hunter’s recitation of her far-famed ‘Ode to an Expiring - Frog,’ which was encored once, and would have been encored twice, if the + seldom sing their own music or anybody else’s, either. This was succeeded + by Mrs. Leo Hunter’s recitation of her far-famed ‘Ode to an Expiring + Frog,’ which was encored once, and would have been encored twice, if the major part of the guests, who thought it was high time to get something to eat, had not said that it was perfectly shameful to take advantage of Mrs. - Hunter’s good nature. So although Mrs. Leo Hunter professed her perfect + Hunter’s good nature. So although Mrs. Leo Hunter professed her perfect willingness to recite the ode again, her kind and considerate friends - wouldn’t hear of it on any account; and the refreshment room being thrown + wouldn’t hear of it on any account; and the refreshment room being thrown open, all the people who had ever been there before, scrambled in with all - possible despatch—Mrs. Leo Hunter’s usual course of proceedings + possible despatch—Mrs. Leo Hunter’s usual course of proceedings being, to issue cards for a hundred, and breakfast for fifty, or in other words to feed only the very particular lions, and let the smaller animals take care of themselves. </p> <p> - ‘Where is Mr. Pott?’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, as she placed the aforesaid + ‘Where is Mr. Pott?’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, as she placed the aforesaid lions around her. </p> <p> - ‘Here I am,’ said the editor, from the remotest end of the room; far + ‘Here I am,’ said the editor, from the remotest end of the room; far beyond all hope of food, unless something was done for him by the hostess. </p> <p> - ‘Won’t you come up here?’ + ‘Won’t you come up here?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, pray don’t mind him,’ said Mrs. Pott, in the most obliging voice—‘you - give yourself a great deal of unnecessary trouble, Mrs. Hunter. You’ll do - very well there, won’t you—dear?’ + ‘Oh, pray don’t mind him,’ said Mrs. Pott, in the most obliging voice—‘you + give yourself a great deal of unnecessary trouble, Mrs. Hunter. You’ll do + very well there, won’t you—dear?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly—love,’ replied the unhappy Pott, with a grim smile. Alas + ‘Certainly—love,’ replied the unhappy Pott, with a grim smile. Alas for the knout! The nervous arm that wielded it, with such a gigantic force on public characters, was paralysed beneath the glance of the imperious Mrs. Pott. @@ -11696,34 +11628,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger out the young gentleman who cut up the books for the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, was engaged in an impassioned argument with the young lady who did the poetry; and Mr. Pickwick was making himself universally agreeable. Nothing - seemed wanting to render the select circle complete, when Mr. Leo Hunter—whose + seemed wanting to render the select circle complete, when Mr. Leo Hunter—whose department on these occasions, was to stand about in doorways, and talk to - the less important people—suddenly called out— + the less important people—suddenly called out— </p> <p> - ‘My dear; here’s Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall.’ + ‘My dear; here’s Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh dear,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, ‘how anxiously I have been expecting him. + ‘Oh dear,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, ‘how anxiously I have been expecting him. Pray make room, to let Mr. Fitz-Marshall pass. Tell Mr. Fitz-Marshall, my - dear, to come up to me directly, to be scolded for coming so late.’ + dear, to come up to me directly, to be scolded for coming so late.’ </p> <p> - ‘Coming, my dear ma’am,’ cried a voice, ‘as quick as I can—crowds of - people—full room—hard work—very.’ + ‘Coming, my dear ma’am,’ cried a voice, ‘as quick as I can—crowds of + people—full room—hard work—very.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s knife and fork fell from his hand. He stared across the + Mr. Pickwick’s knife and fork fell from his hand. He stared across the table at Mr. Tupman, who had dropped his knife and fork, and was looking as if he were about to sink into the ground without further notice. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ cried the voice, as its owner pushed his way among the last + ‘Ah!’ cried the voice, as its owner pushed his way among the last five-and-twenty Turks, officers, cavaliers, and Charles the Seconds, that - remained between him and the table, ‘regular mangle—Baker’s patent—not - a crease in my coat, after all this squeezing—might have “got up my - linen” as I came along—ha! ha! not a bad idea, that—queer - thing to have it mangled when it’s upon one, though—trying process—very.’ + remained between him and the table, ‘regular mangle—Baker’s patent—not + a crease in my coat, after all this squeezing—might have “got up my + linen” as I came along—ha! ha! not a bad idea, that—queer + thing to have it mangled when it’s upon one, though—trying process—very.’ </p> <p> With these broken words, a young man dressed as a naval officer made his @@ -11731,43 +11663,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger identical form and features of Mr. Alfred Jingle. </p> <p> - The offender had barely time to take Mrs. Leo Hunter’s proffered hand, + The offender had barely time to take Mrs. Leo Hunter’s proffered hand, when his eyes encountered the indignant orbs of Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ said Jingle. ‘Quite forgot—no directions to postillion—give - ‘em at once—back in a minute.’ + ‘Hollo!’ said Jingle. ‘Quite forgot—no directions to postillion—give + ‘em at once—back in a minute.’ </p> <p> - ‘The servant, or Mr. Hunter will do it in a moment, Mr. Fitz-Marshall,’ + ‘The servant, or Mr. Hunter will do it in a moment, Mr. Fitz-Marshall,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter. </p> <p> - ‘No, no—I’ll do it—shan’t be long—back in no time,’ + ‘No, no—I’ll do it—shan’t be long—back in no time,’ replied Jingle. With these words he disappeared among the crowd. </p> <p> - ‘Will you allow me to ask you, ma’am,’ said the excited Mr. Pickwick, - rising from his seat, ‘who that young man is, and where he resides?’ + ‘Will you allow me to ask you, ma’am,’ said the excited Mr. Pickwick, + rising from his seat, ‘who that young man is, and where he resides?’ </p> <p> - ‘He is a gentleman of fortune, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, ‘to + ‘He is a gentleman of fortune, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mrs. Leo Hunter, ‘to whom I very much want to introduce you. The count will be delighted with - him.’ + him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily. ‘His residence—’ + ‘Yes, yes,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily. ‘His residence—’ </p> <p> - ‘Is at present at the Angel at Bury.’ + ‘Is at present at the Angel at Bury.’ </p> <p> - ‘At Bury?’ + ‘At Bury?’ </p> <p> - ‘At Bury St. Edmunds, not many miles from here. But dear me, Mr. Pickwick, + ‘At Bury St. Edmunds, not many miles from here. But dear me, Mr. Pickwick, you are not going to leave us; surely Mr. Pickwick you cannot think of - going so soon?’ + going so soon?’ </p> <p> But long before Mrs. Leo Hunter had finished speaking, Mr. Pickwick had @@ -11775,30 +11707,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger afterwards joined by Mr. Tupman, who had followed his friend closely. </p> <p> - ‘It’s of no use,’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘He has gone.’ + ‘It’s of no use,’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘He has gone.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and I will follow him.’ + ‘I know it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and I will follow him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Follow him! Where?’ inquired Mr. Tupman. + ‘Follow him! Where?’ inquired Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘To the Angel at Bury,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, speaking very quickly. ‘How + ‘To the Angel at Bury,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, speaking very quickly. ‘How do we know whom he is deceiving there? He deceived a worthy man once, and we were the innocent cause. He shall not do it again, if I can help it; - I’ll expose him! Sam! Where’s my servant?’ + I’ll expose him! Sam! Where’s my servant?’ </p> <p> - ‘Here you are, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, emerging from a sequestered spot, + ‘Here you are, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, emerging from a sequestered spot, where he had been engaged in discussing a bottle of Madeira, which he had - abstracted from the breakfast-table an hour or two before. ‘Here’s your - servant, Sir. Proud o’ the title, as the living skellinton said, ven they - show’d him.’ + abstracted from the breakfast-table an hour or two before. ‘Here’s your + servant, Sir. Proud o’ the title, as the living skellinton said, ven they + show’d him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Follow me instantly,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Tupman, if I stay at Bury, you - can join me there, when I write. Till then, good-bye!’ + ‘Follow me instantly,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Tupman, if I stay at Bury, you + can join me there, when I write. Till then, good-bye!’ </p> <p> Remonstrances were useless. Mr. Pickwick was roused, and his mind was made @@ -11826,8 +11758,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger blooming month, but the charms of this time of year are enhanced by their contrast with the winter season. August has no such advantage. It comes when we remember nothing but clear skies, green fields, and sweet-smelling - flowers—when the recollection of snow, and ice, and bleak winds, has - faded from our minds as completely as they have disappeared from the earth—and + flowers—when the recollection of snow, and ice, and bleak winds, has + faded from our minds as completely as they have disappeared from the earth—and yet what a pleasant time it is! Orchards and cornfields ring with the hum of labour; trees bend beneath the thick clusters of rich fruit which bow their branches to the ground; and the corn, piled in graceful sheaves, or @@ -11849,9 +11781,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger screams with delight. The reaper stops in his work, and stands with folded arms, looking at the vehicle as it whirls past; and the rough cart-horses bestow a sleepy glance upon the smart coach team, which says as plainly as - a horse’s glance can, ‘It’s all very fine to look at, but slow going, over + a horse’s glance can, ‘It’s all very fine to look at, but slow going, over a heavy field, is better than warm work like that, upon a dusty road, - after all.’ You cast a look behind you, as you turn a corner of the road. + after all.’ You cast a look behind you, as you turn a corner of the road. The women and children have resumed their labour; the reaper once more stoops to his work; the cart-horses have moved on; and all are again in motion. @@ -11868,107 +11800,107 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger reason in the world. </p> <p> - ‘Delightful prospect, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Delightful prospect, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Beats the chimbley-pots, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, touching his hat. + ‘Beats the chimbley-pots, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, touching his hat. </p> <p> - ‘I suppose you have hardly seen anything but chimney-pots and bricks and - mortar all your life, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling. + ‘I suppose you have hardly seen anything but chimney-pots and bricks and + mortar all your life, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling. </p> <p> - ‘I worn’t always a boots, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, with a shake of the head. - ‘I wos a vaginer’s boy, once.’ + ‘I worn’t always a boots, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, with a shake of the head. + ‘I wos a vaginer’s boy, once.’ </p> <p> - ‘When was that?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘When was that?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘When I wos first pitched neck and crop into the world, to play at - leap-frog with its troubles,’ replied Sam. ‘I wos a carrier’s boy at - startin’; then a vaginer’s, then a helper, then a boots. Now I’m a - gen’l’m’n’s servant. I shall be a gen’l’m’n myself one of these days, + ‘When I wos first pitched neck and crop into the world, to play at + leap-frog with its troubles,’ replied Sam. ‘I wos a carrier’s boy at + startin’; then a vaginer’s, then a helper, then a boots. Now I’m a + gen’l’m’n’s servant. I shall be a gen’l’m’n myself one of these days, perhaps, with a pipe in my mouth, and a summer-house in the back-garden. - Who knows? I shouldn’t be surprised for one.’ + Who knows? I shouldn’t be surprised for one.’ </p> <p> - ‘You are quite a philosopher, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You are quite a philosopher, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It runs in the family, I b’lieve, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘My father’s + ‘It runs in the family, I b’lieve, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘My father’s wery much in that line now. If my mother-in-law blows him up, he whistles. She flies in a passion, and breaks his pipe; he steps out, and gets - another. Then she screams wery loud, and falls into ‘sterics; and he - smokes wery comfortably till she comes to agin. That’s philosophy, Sir, - ain’t it?’ + another. Then she screams wery loud, and falls into ‘sterics; and he + smokes wery comfortably till she comes to agin. That’s philosophy, Sir, + ain’t it?’ </p> <p> - ‘A very good substitute for it, at all events,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, - laughing. ‘It must have been of great service to you, in the course of - your rambling life, Sam.’ + ‘A very good substitute for it, at all events,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, + laughing. ‘It must have been of great service to you, in the course of + your rambling life, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Service, sir,’ exclaimed Sam. ‘You may say that. Arter I run away from + ‘Service, sir,’ exclaimed Sam. ‘You may say that. Arter I run away from the carrier, and afore I took up with the vaginer, I had unfurnished - lodgin’s for a fortnight.’ + lodgin’s for a fortnight.’ </p> <p> - ‘Unfurnished lodgings?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Unfurnished lodgings?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes—the dry arches of Waterloo Bridge. Fine sleeping-place—vithin - ten minutes’ walk of all the public offices—only if there is any - objection to it, it is that the sitivation’s rayther too airy. I see some - queer sights there.’ + ‘Yes—the dry arches of Waterloo Bridge. Fine sleeping-place—vithin + ten minutes’ walk of all the public offices—only if there is any + objection to it, it is that the sitivation’s rayther too airy. I see some + queer sights there.’ </p> <p> - Ah, I suppose you did,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with an air of considerable + Ah, I suppose you did,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with an air of considerable interest. </p> <p> - ‘Sights, sir,’ resumed Mr. Weller, ‘as ‘ud penetrate your benevolent - heart, and come out on the other side. You don’t see the reg’lar wagrants - there; trust ‘em, they knows better than that. Young beggars, male and - female, as hasn’t made a rise in their profession, takes up their quarters - there sometimes; but it’s generally the worn-out, starving, houseless - creeturs as roll themselves in the dark corners o’ them lonesome places—poor - creeturs as ain’t up to the twopenny rope.’ + ‘Sights, sir,’ resumed Mr. Weller, ‘as ‘ud penetrate your benevolent + heart, and come out on the other side. You don’t see the reg’lar wagrants + there; trust ‘em, they knows better than that. Young beggars, male and + female, as hasn’t made a rise in their profession, takes up their quarters + there sometimes; but it’s generally the worn-out, starving, houseless + creeturs as roll themselves in the dark corners o’ them lonesome places—poor + creeturs as ain’t up to the twopenny rope.’ </p> <p> - ‘And pray, Sam, what is the twopenny rope?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘And pray, Sam, what is the twopenny rope?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘The twopenny rope, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘is just a cheap lodgin’ - house, where the beds is twopence a night.’ + ‘The twopenny rope, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘is just a cheap lodgin’ + house, where the beds is twopence a night.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do they call a bed a rope for?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What do they call a bed a rope for?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Bless your innocence, sir, that ain’t it,’ replied Sam. ‘Ven the lady and - gen’l’m’n as keeps the hot-el first begun business, they used to make the - beds on the floor; but this wouldn’t do at no price, ‘cos instead o’ - taking a moderate twopenn’orth o’ sleep, the lodgers used to lie there - half the day. So now they has two ropes, ‘bout six foot apart, and three + ‘Bless your innocence, sir, that ain’t it,’ replied Sam. ‘Ven the lady and + gen’l’m’n as keeps the hot-el first begun business, they used to make the + beds on the floor; but this wouldn’t do at no price, ‘cos instead o’ + taking a moderate twopenn’orth o’ sleep, the lodgers used to lie there + half the day. So now they has two ropes, ‘bout six foot apart, and three from the floor, which goes right down the room; and the beds are made of - slips of coarse sacking, stretched across ‘em.’ + slips of coarse sacking, stretched across ‘em.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘the adwantage o’ the plan’s hobvious. At six - o’clock every mornin’ they let’s go the ropes at one end, and down falls + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘the adwantage o’ the plan’s hobvious. At six + o’clock every mornin’ they let’s go the ropes at one end, and down falls the lodgers. Consequence is, that being thoroughly waked, they get up wery - quietly, and walk away!’ + quietly, and walk away!’ </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said Sam, suddenly breaking off in his loquacious - discourse. ‘Is this Bury St. Edmunds?’ + ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said Sam, suddenly breaking off in his loquacious + discourse. ‘Is this Bury St. Edmunds?’ </p> <p> - ‘It is,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘It is,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> The coach rattled through the well-paved streets of a handsome little @@ -11976,44 +11908,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger situated in a wide open street, nearly facing the old abbey. </p> <p> - ‘And this,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking up. ‘Is the Angel! We alight here, + ‘And this,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking up. ‘Is the Angel! We alight here, Sam. But some caution is necessary. Order a private room, and do not - mention my name. You understand.’ + mention my name. You understand.’ </p> <p> - ‘Right as a trivet, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, with a wink of intelligence; - and having dragged Mr. Pickwick’s portmanteau from the hind boot, into + ‘Right as a trivet, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, with a wink of intelligence; + and having dragged Mr. Pickwick’s portmanteau from the hind boot, into which it had been hastily thrown when they joined the coach at Eatanswill, Mr. Weller disappeared on his errand. A private room was speedily engaged; and into it Mr. Pickwick was ushered without delay. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘the first thing to be done is to—’ + ‘Now, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘the first thing to be done is to—’ </p> <p> - Order dinner, Sir,’ interposed Mr. Weller. ‘It’s wery late, sir.’ + Order dinner, Sir,’ interposed Mr. Weller. ‘It’s wery late, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, so it is,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking at his watch. ‘You are right, - Sam.’ + ‘Ah, so it is,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking at his watch. ‘You are right, + Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘And if I might adwise, Sir,’ added Mr. Weller, ‘I’d just have a good - night’s rest arterwards, and not begin inquiring arter this here deep ‘un - till the mornin’. There’s nothin’ so refreshen’ as sleep, sir, as the - servant girl said afore she drank the egg-cupful of laudanum.’ + ‘And if I might adwise, Sir,’ added Mr. Weller, ‘I’d just have a good + night’s rest arterwards, and not begin inquiring arter this here deep ‘un + till the mornin’. There’s nothin’ so refreshen’ as sleep, sir, as the + servant girl said afore she drank the egg-cupful of laudanum.’ </p> <p> - ‘I think you are right, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘But I must first - ascertain that he is in the house, and not likely to go away.’ + ‘I think you are right, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘But I must first + ascertain that he is in the house, and not likely to go away.’ </p> <p> - ‘Leave that to me, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘Let me order you a snug little dinner, - and make my inquiries below while it’s a-getting ready; I could worm ev’ry - secret out O’ the boots’s heart, in five minutes, Sir.’ + ‘Leave that to me, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘Let me order you a snug little dinner, + and make my inquiries below while it’s a-getting ready; I could worm ev’ry + secret out O’ the boots’s heart, in five minutes, Sir.’ </p> <p> - Do so,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and Mr. Weller at once retired. + Do so,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and Mr. Weller at once retired. </p> <p> In half an hour, Mr. Pickwick was seated at a very satisfactory dinner; @@ -12024,36 +11956,36 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger return, and had taken his servant with him. </p> <p> - ‘Now, sir,’ argued Mr. Weller, when he had concluded his report, ‘if I can - get a talk with this here servant in the mornin’, he’ll tell me all his - master’s concerns.’ + ‘Now, sir,’ argued Mr. Weller, when he had concluded his report, ‘if I can + get a talk with this here servant in the mornin’, he’ll tell me all his + master’s concerns.’ </p> <p> - ‘How do you know that?’ interposed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘How do you know that?’ interposed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Bless your heart, sir, servants always do,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Bless your heart, sir, servants always do,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, ah, I forgot that,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Well.’ + ‘Oh, ah, I forgot that,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Well.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then you can arrange what’s best to be done, sir, and we can act - accordingly.’ + ‘Then you can arrange what’s best to be done, sir, and we can act + accordingly.’ </p> <p> As it appeared that this was the best arrangement that could be made, it - was finally agreed upon. Mr. Weller, by his master’s permission, retired + was finally agreed upon. Mr. Weller, by his master’s permission, retired to spend the evening in his own way; and was shortly afterwards elected, by the unanimous voice of the assembled company, into the taproom chair, in which honourable post he acquitted himself so much to the satisfaction of the gentlemen-frequenters, that their roars of laughter and approbation - penetrated to Mr. Pickwick’s bedroom, and shortened the term of his + penetrated to Mr. Pickwick’s bedroom, and shortened the term of his natural rest by at least three hours. </p> <p> Early on the ensuing morning, Mr. Weller was dispelling all the feverish - remains of the previous evening’s conviviality, through the + remains of the previous evening’s conviviality, through the instrumentality of a halfpenny shower-bath (having induced a young gentleman attached to the stable department, by the offer of that coin, to pump over his head and face, until he was perfectly restored), when he was @@ -12064,84 +11996,84 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his proceedings, nevertheless. </p> <p> - ‘You’re a rum ‘un to look at, you are!’ thought Mr. Weller, the first time + ‘You’re a rum ‘un to look at, you are!’ thought Mr. Weller, the first time his eyes encountered the glance of the stranger in the mulberry suit, who had a large, sallow, ugly face, very sunken eyes, and a gigantic head, - from which depended a quantity of lank black hair. ‘You’re a rum ‘un!’ + from which depended a quantity of lank black hair. ‘You’re a rum ‘un!’ thought Mr. Weller; and thinking this, he went on washing himself, and thought no more about him. </p> <p> Still the man kept glancing from his hymn-book to Sam, and from Sam to his hymn-book, as if he wanted to open a conversation. So at last, Sam, by way - of giving him an opportunity, said with a familiar nod— + of giving him an opportunity, said with a familiar nod— </p> <p> - ‘How are you, governor?’ + ‘How are you, governor?’ </p> <p> - ‘I am happy to say, I am pretty well, Sir,’ said the man, speaking with - great deliberation, and closing the book. ‘I hope you are the same, Sir?’ + ‘I am happy to say, I am pretty well, Sir,’ said the man, speaking with + great deliberation, and closing the book. ‘I hope you are the same, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, if I felt less like a walking brandy-bottle I shouldn’t be quite so - staggery this mornin’,’ replied Sam. ‘Are you stoppin’ in this house, old - ‘un?’ + ‘Why, if I felt less like a walking brandy-bottle I shouldn’t be quite so + staggery this mornin’,’ replied Sam. ‘Are you stoppin’ in this house, old + ‘un?’ </p> <p> The mulberry man replied in the affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘How was it you worn’t one of us, last night?’ inquired Sam, scrubbing his - face with the towel. ‘You seem one of the jolly sort—looks as - conwivial as a live trout in a lime basket,’ added Mr. Weller, in an + ‘How was it you worn’t one of us, last night?’ inquired Sam, scrubbing his + face with the towel. ‘You seem one of the jolly sort—looks as + conwivial as a live trout in a lime basket,’ added Mr. Weller, in an undertone. </p> <p> - ‘I was out last night with my master,’ replied the stranger. + ‘I was out last night with my master,’ replied the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘What’s his name?’ inquired Mr. Weller, colouring up very red with sudden + ‘What’s his name?’ inquired Mr. Weller, colouring up very red with sudden excitement, and the friction of the towel combined. </p> <p> - ‘Fitz-Marshall,’ said the mulberry man. + ‘Fitz-Marshall,’ said the mulberry man. </p> <p> - ‘Give us your hand,’ said Mr. Weller, advancing; ‘I should like to know - you. I like your appearance, old fellow.’ + ‘Give us your hand,’ said Mr. Weller, advancing; ‘I should like to know + you. I like your appearance, old fellow.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, that is very strange,’ said the mulberry man, with great simplicity - of manner. ‘I like yours so much, that I wanted to speak to you, from the - very first moment I saw you under the pump.’ + ‘Well, that is very strange,’ said the mulberry man, with great simplicity + of manner. ‘I like yours so much, that I wanted to speak to you, from the + very first moment I saw you under the pump.’ </p> <p> - Did you though?’ + Did you though?’ </p> <p> - ‘Upon my word. Now, isn’t that curious?’ + ‘Upon my word. Now, isn’t that curious?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery sing’ler,’ said Sam, inwardly congratulating himself upon the - softness of the stranger. ‘What’s your name, my patriarch?’ + ‘Wery sing’ler,’ said Sam, inwardly congratulating himself upon the + softness of the stranger. ‘What’s your name, my patriarch?’ </p> <p> - ‘Job.’ + ‘Job.’ </p> <p> - ‘And a wery good name it is; only one I know that ain’t got a nickname to - it. What’s the other name?’ + ‘And a wery good name it is; only one I know that ain’t got a nickname to + it. What’s the other name?’ </p> <p> - ‘Trotter,’ said the stranger. ‘What is yours?’ + ‘Trotter,’ said the stranger. ‘What is yours?’ </p> <p> - Sam bore in mind his master’s caution, and replied— + Sam bore in mind his master’s caution, and replied— </p> <p> - ‘My name’s Walker; my master’s name’s Wilkins. Will you take a drop o’ - somethin’ this mornin’, Mr. Trotter?’ + ‘My name’s Walker; my master’s name’s Wilkins. Will you take a drop o’ + somethin’ this mornin’, Mr. Trotter?’ </p> <p> Mr. Trotter acquiesced in this agreeable proposal; and having deposited @@ -12151,30 +12083,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Hollands and the fragrant essence of the clove. </p> <p> - ‘And what sort of a place have you got?’ inquired Sam, as he filled his - companion’s glass, for the second time. + ‘And what sort of a place have you got?’ inquired Sam, as he filled his + companion’s glass, for the second time. </p> <p> - ‘Bad,’ said Job, smacking his lips, ‘very bad.’ + ‘Bad,’ said Job, smacking his lips, ‘very bad.’ </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean that?’ said Sam. + ‘You don’t mean that?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I do, indeed. Worse than that, my master’s going to be married.’ + ‘I do, indeed. Worse than that, my master’s going to be married.’ </p> <p> - ‘No.’ + ‘No.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes; and worse than that, too, he’s going to run away with an immense - rich heiress, from boarding-school.’ + ‘Yes; and worse than that, too, he’s going to run away with an immense + rich heiress, from boarding-school.’ </p> <p> - ‘What a dragon!’ said Sam, refilling his companion’s glass. ‘It’s some - boarding-school in this town, I suppose, ain’t it?’ Now, although this + ‘What a dragon!’ said Sam, refilling his companion’s glass. ‘It’s some + boarding-school in this town, I suppose, ain’t it?’ Now, although this question was put in the most careless tone imaginable, Mr. Job Trotter - plainly showed by gestures that he perceived his new friend’s anxiety to + plainly showed by gestures that he perceived his new friend’s anxiety to draw forth an answer to it. He emptied his glass, looked mysteriously at his companion, winked both of his small eyes, one after the other, and finally made a motion with his arm, as if he were working an imaginary @@ -12182,8 +12114,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger as undergoing the process of being pumped by Mr. Samuel Weller. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Trotter, in conclusion, ‘that’s not to be told to - everybody. That is a secret—a great secret, Mr. Walker.’ As the + ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Trotter, in conclusion, ‘that’s not to be told to + everybody. That is a secret—a great secret, Mr. Walker.’ As the mulberry man said this, he turned his glass upside down, by way of reminding his companion that he had nothing left wherewith to slake his thirst. Sam observed the hint; and feeling the delicate manner in which it @@ -12191,14 +12123,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger eyes of the mulberry man glistened. </p> <p> - ‘And so it’s a secret?’ said Sam. + ‘And so it’s a secret?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I should rather suspect it was,’ said the mulberry man, sipping his + ‘I should rather suspect it was,’ said the mulberry man, sipping his liquor, with a complacent face. </p> <p> - ‘I suppose your mas’r’s wery rich?’ said Sam. + ‘I suppose your mas’r’s wery rich?’ said Sam. </p> <p> Mr. Trotter smiled, and holding his glass in his left hand, gave four @@ -12207,297 +12139,297 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger alarming anybody much by the chinking of coin. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘that’s the game, is it?’ + ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘that’s the game, is it?’ </p> <p> The mulberry man nodded significantly. </p> <p> - ‘Well, and don’t you think, old feller,’ remonstrated Mr. Weller, ‘that if - you let your master take in this here young lady, you’re a precious - rascal?’ + ‘Well, and don’t you think, old feller,’ remonstrated Mr. Weller, ‘that if + you let your master take in this here young lady, you’re a precious + rascal?’ </p> <p> - ‘I know that,’ said Job Trotter, turning upon his companion a countenance - of deep contrition, and groaning slightly, ‘I know that, and that’s what - it is that preys upon my mind. But what am I to do?’ + ‘I know that,’ said Job Trotter, turning upon his companion a countenance + of deep contrition, and groaning slightly, ‘I know that, and that’s what + it is that preys upon my mind. But what am I to do?’ </p> <p> - ‘Do!’ said Sam; ‘di-wulge to the missis, and give up your master.’ + ‘Do!’ said Sam; ‘di-wulge to the missis, and give up your master.’ </p> <p> - ‘Who’d believe me?’ replied Job Trotter. ‘The young lady’s considered the - very picture of innocence and discretion. She’d deny it, and so would my - master. Who’d believe me? I should lose my place, and get indicted for a - conspiracy, or some such thing; that’s all I should take by my motion.’ + ‘Who’d believe me?’ replied Job Trotter. ‘The young lady’s considered the + very picture of innocence and discretion. She’d deny it, and so would my + master. Who’d believe me? I should lose my place, and get indicted for a + conspiracy, or some such thing; that’s all I should take by my motion.’ </p> <p> - ‘There’s somethin’ in that,’ said Sam, ruminating; ‘there’s somethin’ in - that.’ + ‘There’s somethin’ in that,’ said Sam, ruminating; ‘there’s somethin’ in + that.’ </p> <p> - ‘If I knew any respectable gentleman who would take the matter up,’ - continued Mr. Trotter. ‘I might have some hope of preventing the - elopement; but there’s the same difficulty, Mr. Walker, just the same. I + ‘If I knew any respectable gentleman who would take the matter up,’ + continued Mr. Trotter. ‘I might have some hope of preventing the + elopement; but there’s the same difficulty, Mr. Walker, just the same. I know no gentleman in this strange place; and ten to one if I did, whether - he would believe my story.’ + he would believe my story.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come this way,’ said Sam, suddenly jumping up, and grasping the mulberry - man by the arm. ‘My mas’r’s the man you want, I see.’ And after a slight + ‘Come this way,’ said Sam, suddenly jumping up, and grasping the mulberry + man by the arm. ‘My mas’r’s the man you want, I see.’ And after a slight resistance on the part of Job Trotter, Sam led his newly-found friend to the apartment of Mr. Pickwick, to whom he presented him, together with a brief summary of the dialogue we have just repeated. </p> <p> - ‘I am very sorry to betray my master, sir,’ said Job Trotter, applying to + ‘I am very sorry to betray my master, sir,’ said Job Trotter, applying to his eyes a pink checked pocket-handkerchief about six inches square. </p> <p> - ‘The feeling does you a great deal of honour,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘but - it is your duty, nevertheless.’ + ‘The feeling does you a great deal of honour,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘but + it is your duty, nevertheless.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know it is my duty, Sir,’ replied Job, with great emotion. ‘We should + ‘I know it is my duty, Sir,’ replied Job, with great emotion. ‘We should all try to discharge our duty, Sir, and I humbly endeavour to discharge mine, Sir; but it is a hard trial to betray a master, Sir, whose clothes - you wear, and whose bread you eat, even though he is a scoundrel, Sir.’ + you wear, and whose bread you eat, even though he is a scoundrel, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘You are a very good fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, much affected; ‘an honest - fellow.’ + ‘You are a very good fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, much affected; ‘an honest + fellow.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come, come,’ interposed Sam, who had witnessed Mr. Trotter’s tears with - considerable impatience, ‘blow this ‘ere water-cart bis’ness. It won’t do - no good, this won’t.’ + ‘Come, come,’ interposed Sam, who had witnessed Mr. Trotter’s tears with + considerable impatience, ‘blow this ‘ere water-cart bis’ness. It won’t do + no good, this won’t.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick reproachfully. ‘I am sorry to find that you have - so little respect for this young man’s feelings.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick reproachfully. ‘I am sorry to find that you have + so little respect for this young man’s feelings.’ </p> <p> - ‘His feelin’s is all wery well, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘and as they’re - so wery fine, and it’s a pity he should lose ‘em, I think he’d better keep - ‘em in his own buzzum, than let ‘em ewaporate in hot water, ‘specially as + ‘His feelin’s is all wery well, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘and as they’re + so wery fine, and it’s a pity he should lose ‘em, I think he’d better keep + ‘em in his own buzzum, than let ‘em ewaporate in hot water, ‘specially as they do no good. Tears never yet wound up a clock, or worked a steam - ingin’. The next time you go out to a smoking party, young fellow, fill - your pipe with that ‘ere reflection; and for the present just put that bit - of pink gingham into your pocket. ‘Tain’t so handsome that you need keep - waving it about, as if you was a tight-rope dancer.’ + ingin’. The next time you go out to a smoking party, young fellow, fill + your pipe with that ‘ere reflection; and for the present just put that bit + of pink gingham into your pocket. ‘Tain’t so handsome that you need keep + waving it about, as if you was a tight-rope dancer.’ </p> <p> - ‘My man is in the right,’ said Mr. Pickwick, accosting Job, ‘although his + ‘My man is in the right,’ said Mr. Pickwick, accosting Job, ‘although his mode of expressing his opinion is somewhat homely, and occasionally - incomprehensible.’ + incomprehensible.’ </p> <p> - ‘He is, sir, very right,’ said Mr. Trotter, ‘and I will give way no - longer.’ + ‘He is, sir, very right,’ said Mr. Trotter, ‘and I will give way no + longer.’ </p> <p> - Very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Now, where is this boarding-school?’ + Very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Now, where is this boarding-school?’ </p> <p> - ‘It is a large, old, red brick house, just outside the town, Sir,’ replied + ‘It is a large, old, red brick house, just outside the town, Sir,’ replied Job Trotter. </p> <p> - ‘And when,’ said Mr. Pickwick—‘when is this villainous design to be - carried into execution—when is this elopement to take place?’ + ‘And when,’ said Mr. Pickwick—‘when is this villainous design to be + carried into execution—when is this elopement to take place?’ </p> <p> - ‘To-night, Sir,’ replied Job. + ‘To-night, Sir,’ replied Job. </p> <p> - ‘To-night!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘To-night!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘This very night, sir,’ replied Job Trotter. ‘That is what alarms me so - much.’ + ‘This very night, sir,’ replied Job Trotter. ‘That is what alarms me so + much.’ </p> <p> - ‘Instant measures must be taken,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I will see the lady - who keeps the establishment immediately.’ + ‘Instant measures must be taken,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I will see the lady + who keeps the establishment immediately.’ </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, Sir,’ said Job, ‘but that course of proceeding will - never do.’ + ‘I beg your pardon, Sir,’ said Job, ‘but that course of proceeding will + never do.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why not?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Why not?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘My master, sir, is a very artful man.’ + ‘My master, sir, is a very artful man.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know he is,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I know he is,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘And he has so wound himself round the old lady’s heart, Sir,’ resumed - Job, ‘that she would believe nothing to his prejudice, if you went down on + ‘And he has so wound himself round the old lady’s heart, Sir,’ resumed + Job, ‘that she would believe nothing to his prejudice, if you went down on your bare knees, and swore it; especially as you have no proof but the word of a servant, who, for anything she knows (and my master would be - sure to say so), was discharged for some fault, and does this in revenge.’ + sure to say so), was discharged for some fault, and does this in revenge.’ </p> <p> - ‘What had better be done, then?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What had better be done, then?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing but taking him in the very act of eloping, will convince the old - lady, sir,’ replied Job. + ‘Nothing but taking him in the very act of eloping, will convince the old + lady, sir,’ replied Job. </p> <p> - ‘All them old cats <i>will </i>run their heads agin milestones,’ observed + ‘All them old cats <i>will </i>run their heads agin milestones,’ observed Mr. Weller, in a parenthesis. </p> <p> - ‘But this taking him in the very act of elopement, would be a very - difficult thing to accomplish, I fear,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘But this taking him in the very act of elopement, would be a very + difficult thing to accomplish, I fear,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know, sir,’ said Mr. Trotter, after a few moments’ reflection. ‘I - think it might be very easily done.’ + ‘I don’t know, sir,’ said Mr. Trotter, after a few moments’ reflection. ‘I + think it might be very easily done.’ </p> <p> - ‘How?’ was Mr. Pickwick’s inquiry. + ‘How?’ was Mr. Pickwick’s inquiry. </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ replied Mr. Trotter, ‘my master and I, being in the confidence of - the two servants, will be secreted in the kitchen at ten o’clock. When the + ‘Why,’ replied Mr. Trotter, ‘my master and I, being in the confidence of + the two servants, will be secreted in the kitchen at ten o’clock. When the family have retired to rest, we shall come out of the kitchen, and the young lady out of her bedroom. A post-chaise will be waiting, and away we - go.’ + go.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Well?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Well, sir, I have been thinking that if you were in waiting in the garden - behind, alone—’ + ‘Well, sir, I have been thinking that if you were in waiting in the garden + behind, alone—’ </p> <p> - ‘Alone,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Why alone?’ + ‘Alone,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Why alone?’ </p> <p> - ‘I thought it very natural,’ replied Job, ‘that the old lady wouldn’t like + ‘I thought it very natural,’ replied Job, ‘that the old lady wouldn’t like such an unpleasant discovery to be made before more persons than can - possibly be helped. The young lady, too, sir—consider her feelings.’ + possibly be helped. The young lady, too, sir—consider her feelings.’ </p> <p> - ‘You are very right,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘The consideration evinces your - delicacy of feeling. Go on; you are very right.’ + ‘You are very right,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘The consideration evinces your + delicacy of feeling. Go on; you are very right.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, sir, I have been thinking that if you were waiting in the back + ‘Well, sir, I have been thinking that if you were waiting in the back garden alone, and I was to let you in, at the door which opens into it, - from the end of the passage, at exactly half-past eleven o’clock, you + from the end of the passage, at exactly half-past eleven o’clock, you would be just in the very moment of time to assist me in frustrating the - designs of this bad man, by whom I have been unfortunately ensnared.’ Here + designs of this bad man, by whom I have been unfortunately ensnared.’ Here Mr. Trotter sighed deeply. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t distress yourself on that account,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘if he had + ‘Don’t distress yourself on that account,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘if he had one grain of the delicacy of feeling which distinguishes you, humble as - your station is, I should have some hopes of him.’ + your station is, I should have some hopes of him.’ </p> <p> - Job Trotter bowed low; and in spite of Mr. Weller’s previous remonstrance, + Job Trotter bowed low; and in spite of Mr. Weller’s previous remonstrance, the tears again rose to his eyes. </p> <p> - ‘I never see such a feller,’ said Sam, ‘Blessed if I don’t think he’s got - a main in his head as is always turned on.’ + ‘I never see such a feller,’ said Sam, ‘Blessed if I don’t think he’s got + a main in his head as is always turned on.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with great severity, ‘hold your tongue.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with great severity, ‘hold your tongue.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery well, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Wery well, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t like this plan,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after deep meditation. ‘Why - cannot I communicate with the young lady’s friends?’ + ‘I don’t like this plan,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after deep meditation. ‘Why + cannot I communicate with the young lady’s friends?’ </p> <p> - ‘Because they live one hundred miles from here, sir,’ responded Job + ‘Because they live one hundred miles from here, sir,’ responded Job Trotter. </p> <p> - ‘That’s a clincher,’ said Mr. Weller, aside. + ‘That’s a clincher,’ said Mr. Weller, aside. </p> <p> - ‘Then this garden,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick. ‘How am I to get into it?’ + ‘Then this garden,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick. ‘How am I to get into it?’ </p> <p> - ‘The wall is very low, sir, and your servant will give you a leg up.’ + ‘The wall is very low, sir, and your servant will give you a leg up.’ </p> <p> - My servant will give me a leg up,’ repeated Mr. Pickwick mechanically. - ‘You will be sure to be near this door that you speak of?’ + My servant will give me a leg up,’ repeated Mr. Pickwick mechanically. + ‘You will be sure to be near this door that you speak of?’ </p> <p> - ‘You cannot mistake it, Sir; it’s the only one that opens into the garden. - Tap at it when you hear the clock strike, and I will open it instantly.’ + ‘You cannot mistake it, Sir; it’s the only one that opens into the garden. + Tap at it when you hear the clock strike, and I will open it instantly.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t like the plan,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but as I see no other, and as - the happiness of this young lady’s whole life is at stake, I adopt it. I - shall be sure to be there.’ + ‘I don’t like the plan,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but as I see no other, and as + the happiness of this young lady’s whole life is at stake, I adopt it. I + shall be sure to be there.’ </p> <p> - Thus, for the second time, did Mr. Pickwick’s innate good-feeling involve + Thus, for the second time, did Mr. Pickwick’s innate good-feeling involve him in an enterprise from which he would most willingly have stood aloof. </p> <p> - ‘What is the name of the house?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What is the name of the house?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Westgate House, Sir. You turn a little to the right when you get to the + ‘Westgate House, Sir. You turn a little to the right when you get to the end of the town; it stands by itself, some little distance off the high - road, with the name on a brass plate on the gate.’ + road, with the name on a brass plate on the gate.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know it,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I observed it once before, when I was in - this town. You may depend upon me.’ + ‘I know it,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I observed it once before, when I was in + this town. You may depend upon me.’ </p> <p> Mr. Trotter made another bow, and turned to depart, when Mr. Pickwick thrust a guinea into his hand. </p> <p> - ‘You’re a fine fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and I admire your goodness of - heart. No thanks. Remember—eleven o’clock.’ + ‘You’re a fine fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and I admire your goodness of + heart. No thanks. Remember—eleven o’clock.’ </p> <p> - ‘There is no fear of my forgetting it, sir,’ replied Job Trotter. With + ‘There is no fear of my forgetting it, sir,’ replied Job Trotter. With these words he left the room, followed by Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I say,’ said the latter, ‘not a bad notion that ‘ere crying. I’d cry like - a rain-water spout in a shower on such good terms. How do you do it?’ + ‘I say,’ said the latter, ‘not a bad notion that ‘ere crying. I’d cry like + a rain-water spout in a shower on such good terms. How do you do it?’ </p> <p> - ‘It comes from the heart, Mr. Walker,’ replied Job solemnly. - ‘Good-morning, sir.’ + ‘It comes from the heart, Mr. Walker,’ replied Job solemnly. + ‘Good-morning, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re a soft customer, you are; we’ve got it all out o’ you, anyhow,’ + ‘You’re a soft customer, you are; we’ve got it all out o’ you, anyhow,’ thought Mr. Weller, as Job walked away. </p> <p> We cannot state the precise nature of the thoughts which passed through - Mr. Trotter’s mind, because we don’t know what they were. + Mr. Trotter’s mind, because we don’t know what they were. </p> <p> - The day wore on, evening came, and at a little before ten o’clock Sam + The day wore on, evening came, and at a little before ten o’clock Sam Weller reported that Mr. Jingle and Job had gone out together, that their luggage was packed up, and that they had ordered a chaise. The plot was evidently in execution, as Mr. Trotter had foretold. </p> <p> - Half-past ten o’clock arrived, and it was time for Mr. Pickwick to issue - forth on his delicate errand. Resisting Sam’s tender of his greatcoat, in + Half-past ten o’clock arrived, and it was time for Mr. Pickwick to issue + forth on his delicate errand. Resisting Sam’s tender of his greatcoat, in order that he might have no encumbrance in scaling the wall, he set forth, followed by his attendant. </p> @@ -12507,7 +12439,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger trees, were enveloped in one deep shade. The atmosphere was hot and sultry, the summer lightning quivered faintly on the verge of the horizon, and was the only sight that varied the dull gloom in which everything was - wrapped—sound there was none, except the distant barking of some + wrapped—sound there was none, except the distant barking of some restless house-dog. </p> <p> @@ -12516,56 +12448,56 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger garden. </p> <p> - ‘You will return to the inn, Sam, when you have assisted me over,’ said + ‘You will return to the inn, Sam, when you have assisted me over,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wery well, Sir.’ + ‘Wery well, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘And you will sit up, till I return.’ + ‘And you will sit up, till I return.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly, Sir.’ + ‘Cert’nly, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Take hold of my leg; and, when I say “Over,” raise me gently.’ + ‘Take hold of my leg; and, when I say “Over,” raise me gently.’ </p> <p> - ‘All right, sir.’ + ‘All right, sir.’ </p> <p> Having settled these preliminaries, Mr. Pickwick grasped the top of the - wall, and gave the word ‘Over,’ which was literally obeyed. Whether his + wall, and gave the word ‘Over,’ which was literally obeyed. Whether his body partook in some degree of the elasticity of his mind, or whether Mr. - Weller’s notions of a gentle push were of a somewhat rougher description - than Mr. Pickwick’s, the immediate effect of his assistance was to jerk + Weller’s notions of a gentle push were of a somewhat rougher description + than Mr. Pickwick’s, the immediate effect of his assistance was to jerk that immortal gentleman completely over the wall on to the bed beneath, where, after crushing three gooseberry-bushes and a rose-tree, he finally alighted at full length. </p> <p> - ‘You ha’n’t hurt yourself, I hope, Sir?’ said Sam, in a loud whisper, as + ‘You ha’n’t hurt yourself, I hope, Sir?’ said Sam, in a loud whisper, as soon as he had recovered from the surprise consequent upon the mysterious disappearance of his master. </p> <p> - ‘I have not hurt <i>myself</i>, Sam, certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, - from the other side of the wall, ‘but I rather think that <i>you </i>have - hurt me.’ + ‘I have not hurt <i>myself</i>, Sam, certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, + from the other side of the wall, ‘but I rather think that <i>you </i>have + hurt me.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope not, Sir,’ said Sam. + ‘I hope not, Sir,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rising, ‘it’s nothing but a few - scratches. Go away, or we shall be overheard.’ + ‘Never mind,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rising, ‘it’s nothing but a few + scratches. Go away, or we shall be overheard.’ </p> <p> - ‘Good-bye, Sir.’ + ‘Good-bye, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Good-bye.’ + ‘Good-bye.’ </p> <p> With stealthy steps Sam Weller departed, leaving Mr. Pickwick alone in the @@ -12584,13 +12516,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger reliance on the high-minded Job. It was dull, certainly; not to say dreary; but a contemplative man can always employ himself in meditation. Mr. Pickwick had meditated himself into a doze, when he was roused by the - chimes of the neighbouring church ringing out the hour—half-past + chimes of the neighbouring church ringing out the hour—half-past eleven. </p> <p> - ‘That’s the time,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, getting cautiously on his feet. + ‘That’s the time,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, getting cautiously on his feet. He looked up at the house. The lights had disappeared, and the shutters - were closed—all in bed, no doubt. He walked on tiptoe to the door, + were closed—all in bed, no doubt. He walked on tiptoe to the door, and gave a gentle tap. Two or three minutes passing without any reply, he gave another tap rather louder, and then another rather louder than that. </p> @@ -12603,14 +12535,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Now the door opened outwards; and as the door opened wider and wider, Mr. Pickwick receded behind it, more and more. What was his astonishment when he just peeped out, by way of caution, to see that the person who had - opened it was—not Job Trotter, but a servant-girl with a candle in + opened it was—not Job Trotter, but a servant-girl with a candle in her hand! Mr. Pickwick drew in his head again, with the swiftness displayed by that admirable melodramatic performer, Punch, when he lies in wait for the flat-headed comedian with the tin box of music. </p> <p> - ‘It must have been the cat, Sarah,’ said the girl, addressing herself to - some one in the house. ‘Puss, puss, puss,—tit, tit, tit.’ + ‘It must have been the cat, Sarah,’ said the girl, addressing herself to + some one in the house. ‘Puss, puss, puss,—tit, tit, tit.’ </p> <p> But no animal being decoyed by these blandishments, the girl slowly closed @@ -12618,9 +12550,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger against the wall. </p> <p> - ‘This is very curious,’ thought Mr. Pickwick. ‘They are sitting up beyond + ‘This is very curious,’ thought Mr. Pickwick. ‘They are sitting up beyond their usual hour, I suppose. Extremely unfortunate, that they should have - chosen this night, of all others, for such a purpose—exceedingly.’ + chosen this night, of all others, for such a purpose—exceedingly.’ And with these thoughts, Mr. Pickwick cautiously retired to the angle of the wall in which he had been before ensconced; waiting until such time as he might deem it safe to repeat the signal. @@ -12628,7 +12560,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> He had not been here five minutes, when a vivid flash of lightning was followed by a loud peal of thunder that crashed and rolled away in the - distance with a terrific noise—then came another flash of lightning, + distance with a terrific noise—then came another flash of lightning, brighter than the other, and a second peal of thunder louder than the first; and then down came the rain, with a force and fury that swept everything before it. @@ -12645,27 +12577,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger him into a state of the most profuse perspiration. </p> <p> - ‘What a dreadful situation,’ said Mr. Pickwick, pausing to wipe his brow - after this exercise. He looked up at the house—all was dark. They + ‘What a dreadful situation,’ said Mr. Pickwick, pausing to wipe his brow + after this exercise. He looked up at the house—all was dark. They must be gone to bed now. He would try the signal again. </p> <p> He walked on tiptoe across the moist gravel, and tapped at the door. He held his breath, and listened at the key-hole. No reply: very odd. Another knock. He listened again. There was a low whispering inside, and then a - voice cried— + voice cried— </p> <p> - ‘Who’s there?’ + ‘Who’s there?’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s not Job,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, hastily drawing himself straight - up against the wall again. ‘It’s a woman.’ + ‘That’s not Job,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, hastily drawing himself straight + up against the wall again. ‘It’s a woman.’ </p> <p> He had scarcely had time to form this conclusion, when a window above - stairs was thrown up, and three or four female voices repeated the query—‘Who’s - there?’ + stairs was thrown up, and three or four female voices repeated the query—‘Who’s + there?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick dared not move hand or foot. It was clear that the whole @@ -12674,7 +12606,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger over the wall, or perish in the attempt. </p> <p> - Like all Mr. Pickwick’s determinations, this was the best that could be + Like all Mr. Pickwick’s determinations, this was the best that could be made under the circumstances; but, unfortunately, it was founded upon the assumption that they would not venture to open the door again. What was his discomfiture, when he heard the chain and bolts withdrawn, and saw the @@ -12683,7 +12615,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger prevented its being opened to its utmost width. </p> <p> - ‘Who’s there?’ screamed a numerous chorus of treble voices from the + ‘Who’s there?’ screamed a numerous chorus of treble voices from the staircase inside, consisting of the spinster lady of the establishment, three teachers, five female servants, and thirty boarders, all half-dressed and in a forest of curl-papers. @@ -12695,36 +12627,36 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0324.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - Of course Mr. Pickwick didn’t say who was there: and then the burden of - the chorus changed into—‘Lor! I am so frightened.’ + Of course Mr. Pickwick didn’t say who was there: and then the burden of + the chorus changed into—‘Lor! I am so frightened.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cook,’ said the lady abbess, who took care to be on the top stair, the - very last of the group—‘cook, why don’t you go a little way into the - garden?’ + ‘Cook,’ said the lady abbess, who took care to be on the top stair, the + very last of the group—‘cook, why don’t you go a little way into the + garden?’ </p> <p> - Please, ma’am, I don’t like,’ responded the cook. + Please, ma’am, I don’t like,’ responded the cook. </p> <p> - ‘Lor, what a stupid thing that cook is!’ said the thirty boarders. + ‘Lor, what a stupid thing that cook is!’ said the thirty boarders. </p> <p> - ‘Cook,’ said the lady abbess, with great dignity; ‘don’t answer me, if you - please. I insist upon your looking into the garden immediately.’ + ‘Cook,’ said the lady abbess, with great dignity; ‘don’t answer me, if you + please. I insist upon your looking into the garden immediately.’ </p> <p> - Here the cook began to cry, and the housemaid said it was ‘a shame!’ for - which partisanship she received a month’s warning on the spot. + Here the cook began to cry, and the housemaid said it was ‘a shame!’ for + which partisanship she received a month’s warning on the spot. </p> <p> - ‘Do you hear, cook?’ said the lady abbess, stamping her foot impatiently. + ‘Do you hear, cook?’ said the lady abbess, stamping her foot impatiently. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t you hear your missis, cook?’ said the three teachers. + ‘Don’t you hear your missis, cook?’ said the three teachers. </p> <p> - ‘What an impudent thing that cook is!’ said the thirty boarders. + ‘What an impudent thing that cook is!’ said the thirty boarders. </p> <p> The unfortunate cook, thus strongly urged, advanced a step or two, and @@ -12736,15 +12668,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger time. </p> <p> - ‘What is the matter with Miss Smithers?’ said the lady abbess, as the + ‘What is the matter with Miss Smithers?’ said the lady abbess, as the aforesaid Miss Smithers proceeded to go into hysterics of four young lady power. </p> <p> - ‘Lor, Miss Smithers, dear,’ said the other nine-and-twenty boarders. + ‘Lor, Miss Smithers, dear,’ said the other nine-and-twenty boarders. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, the man—the man—behind the door!’ screamed Miss Smithers. + ‘Oh, the man—the man—behind the door!’ screamed Miss Smithers. </p> <p> The lady abbess no sooner heard this appalling cry, than she retreated to @@ -12755,47 +12687,47 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his concealment, and presented himself amongst them. </p> <p> - ‘Ladies—dear ladies,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Ladies—dear ladies,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Oh. he says we’re dear,’ cried the oldest and ugliest teacher. ‘Oh, the - wretch!’ + ‘Oh. he says we’re dear,’ cried the oldest and ugliest teacher. ‘Oh, the + wretch!’ </p> <p> - ‘Ladies,’ roared Mr. Pickwick, rendered desperate by the danger of his - situation. ‘Hear me. I am no robber. I want the lady of the house.’ + ‘Ladies,’ roared Mr. Pickwick, rendered desperate by the danger of his + situation. ‘Hear me. I am no robber. I want the lady of the house.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, what a ferocious monster!’ screamed another teacher. ‘He wants Miss - Tomkins.’ + ‘Oh, what a ferocious monster!’ screamed another teacher. ‘He wants Miss + Tomkins.’ </p> <p> Here there was a general scream. </p> <p> - ‘Ring the alarm bell, somebody!’ cried a dozen voices. + ‘Ring the alarm bell, somebody!’ cried a dozen voices. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t—don’t,’ shouted Mr. Pickwick. ‘Look at me. Do I look like a - robber! My dear ladies—you may bind me hand and leg, or lock me up - in a closet, if you like. Only hear what I have got to say—only hear - me.’ + ‘Don’t—don’t,’ shouted Mr. Pickwick. ‘Look at me. Do I look like a + robber! My dear ladies—you may bind me hand and leg, or lock me up + in a closet, if you like. Only hear what I have got to say—only hear + me.’ </p> <p> - ‘How did you come in our garden?’ faltered the housemaid. + ‘How did you come in our garden?’ faltered the housemaid. </p> <p> - ‘Call the lady of the house, and I’ll tell her everything,’ said Mr. - Pickwick, exerting his lungs to the utmost pitch. ‘Call her—only be - quiet, and call her, and you shall hear everything.’ + ‘Call the lady of the house, and I’ll tell her everything,’ said Mr. + Pickwick, exerting his lungs to the utmost pitch. ‘Call her—only be + quiet, and call her, and you shall hear everything.’ </p> <p> - It might have been Mr. Pickwick’s appearance, or it might have been his - manner, or it might have been the temptation—irresistible to a - female mind—of hearing something at present enveloped in mystery, + It might have been Mr. Pickwick’s appearance, or it might have been his + manner, or it might have been the temptation—irresistible to a + female mind—of hearing something at present enveloped in mystery, that reduced the more reasonable portion of the establishment (some four individuals) to a state of comparative quiet. By them it was proposed, as - a test of Mr. Pickwick’s sincerity, that he should immediately submit to + a test of Mr. Pickwick’s sincerity, that he should immediately submit to personal restraint; and that gentleman having consented to hold a conference with Miss Tomkins, from the interior of a closet in which the day boarders hung their bonnets and sandwich-bags, he at once stepped into @@ -12804,47 +12736,47 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger conference began. </p> <p> - ‘What did you do in my garden, man?’ said Miss Tomkins, in a faint voice. + ‘What did you do in my garden, man?’ said Miss Tomkins, in a faint voice. </p> <p> - ‘I came to warn you that one of your young ladies was going to elope - to-night,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, from the interior of the closet. + ‘I came to warn you that one of your young ladies was going to elope + to-night,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, from the interior of the closet. </p> <p> - ‘Elope!’ exclaimed Miss Tomkins, the three teachers, the thirty boarders, - and the five servants. ‘Who with?’ + ‘Elope!’ exclaimed Miss Tomkins, the three teachers, the thirty boarders, + and the five servants. ‘Who with?’ </p> <p> - Your friend, Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall.’ + Your friend, Mr. Charles Fitz-Marshall.’ </p> <p> - ‘<i>My</i> friend! I don’t know any such person.’ + ‘<i>My</i> friend! I don’t know any such person.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, Mr. Jingle, then.’ + ‘Well, Mr. Jingle, then.’ </p> <p> - ‘I never heard the name in my life.’ + ‘I never heard the name in my life.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then, I have been deceived, and deluded,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I have been - the victim of a conspiracy—a foul and base conspiracy. Send to the - Angel, my dear ma’am, if you don’t believe me. Send to the Angel for Mr. - Pickwick’s manservant, I implore you, ma’am.’ + ‘Then, I have been deceived, and deluded,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I have been + the victim of a conspiracy—a foul and base conspiracy. Send to the + Angel, my dear ma’am, if you don’t believe me. Send to the Angel for Mr. + Pickwick’s manservant, I implore you, ma’am.’ </p> <p> - ‘He must be respectable—he keeps a manservant,’ said Miss Tomkins to + ‘He must be respectable—he keeps a manservant,’ said Miss Tomkins to the writing and ciphering governess. </p> <p> - ‘It’s my opinion, Miss Tomkins,’ said the writing and ciphering governess, - ‘that his manservant keeps him, I think he’s a madman, Miss Tomkins, and - the other’s his keeper.’ + ‘It’s my opinion, Miss Tomkins,’ said the writing and ciphering governess, + ‘that his manservant keeps him, I think he’s a madman, Miss Tomkins, and + the other’s his keeper.’ </p> <p> - ‘I think you are very right, Miss Gwynn,’ responded Miss Tomkins. ‘Let two + ‘I think you are very right, Miss Gwynn,’ responded Miss Tomkins. ‘Let two of the servants repair to the Angel, and let the others remain here, to - protect us.’ + protect us.’ </p> <p> So two of the servants were despatched to the Angel in search of Mr. @@ -12863,29 +12795,29 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> A very brief conversation ensued. The door was unlocked. Mr. Pickwick stepped out of the closet, and found himself in the presence of the whole - establishment of Westgate House, Mr Samuel Weller, and—old Wardle, + establishment of Westgate House, Mr Samuel Weller, and—old Wardle, and his destined son-in-law, Mr. Trundle! </p> <p> - ‘My dear friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick, running forward and grasping Wardle’s - hand, ‘my dear friend, pray, for Heaven’s sake, explain to this lady the + ‘My dear friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick, running forward and grasping Wardle’s + hand, ‘my dear friend, pray, for Heaven’s sake, explain to this lady the unfortunate and dreadful situation in which I am placed. You must have heard it from my servant; say, at all events, my dear fellow, that I am - neither a robber nor a madman.’ + neither a robber nor a madman.’ </p> <p> - ‘I have said so, my dear friend. I have said so already,’ replied Mr. + ‘I have said so, my dear friend. I have said so already,’ replied Mr. Wardle, shaking the right hand of his friend, while Mr. Trundle shook the left. </p> <p> - ‘And whoever says, or has said, he is,’ interposed Mr. Weller, stepping - forward, ‘says that which is not the truth, but so far from it, on the - contrary, quite the rewerse. And if there’s any number o’ men on these - here premises as has said so, I shall be wery happy to give ‘em all a wery - convincing proof o’ their being mistaken, in this here wery room, if these - wery respectable ladies ‘ll have the goodness to retire, and order ‘em up, - one at a time.’ Having delivered this defiance with great volubility, Mr. + ‘And whoever says, or has said, he is,’ interposed Mr. Weller, stepping + forward, ‘says that which is not the truth, but so far from it, on the + contrary, quite the rewerse. And if there’s any number o’ men on these + here premises as has said so, I shall be wery happy to give ‘em all a wery + convincing proof o’ their being mistaken, in this here wery room, if these + wery respectable ladies ‘ll have the goodness to retire, and order ‘em up, + one at a time.’ Having delivered this defiance with great volubility, Mr. Weller struck his open palm emphatically with his clenched fist, and winked pleasantly on Miss Tomkins, the intensity of whose horror at his supposing it within the bounds of possibility that there could be any men @@ -12893,22 +12825,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger impossible to describe. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s explanation having already been partially made, was soon + Mr. Pickwick’s explanation having already been partially made, was soon concluded. But neither in the course of his walk home with his friends, nor afterwards when seated before a blazing fire at the supper he so much needed, could a single observation be drawn from him. He seemed bewildered - and amazed. Once, and only once, he turned round to Mr. Wardle, and said— + and amazed. Once, and only once, he turned round to Mr. Wardle, and said— </p> <p> - ‘How did you come here?’ + ‘How did you come here?’ </p> <p> - ‘Trundle and I came down here, for some good shooting on the first,’ - replied Wardle. ‘We arrived to-night, and were astonished to hear from - your servant that you were here too. But I am glad you are,’ said the old - fellow, slapping him on the back—‘I am glad you are. We shall have a - jovial party on the first, and we’ll give Winkle another chance—eh, - old boy?’ + ‘Trundle and I came down here, for some good shooting on the first,’ + replied Wardle. ‘We arrived to-night, and were astonished to hear from + your servant that you were here too. But I am glad you are,’ said the old + fellow, slapping him on the back—‘I am glad you are. We shall have a + jovial party on the first, and we’ll give Winkle another chance—eh, + old boy?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick made no reply, he did not even ask after his friends at @@ -12919,69 +12851,69 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The bell did ring in due course, and Mr. Weller presented himself. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking out from under the bed-clothes. + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking out from under the bed-clothes. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick paused, and Mr. Weller snuffed the candle. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick again, as if with a desperate effort. + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick again, as if with a desperate effort. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, once more. + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, once more. </p> <p> - ‘Where is that Trotter?’ + ‘Where is that Trotter?’ </p> <p> - ‘Job, sir?’ + ‘Job, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes. + ‘Yes. </p> <p> - ‘Gone, sir.’ + ‘Gone, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘With his master, I suppose?’ + ‘With his master, I suppose?’ </p> <p> - ‘Friend or master, or whatever he is, he’s gone with him,’ replied Mr. - Weller. ‘There’s a pair on ‘em, sir.’ + ‘Friend or master, or whatever he is, he’s gone with him,’ replied Mr. + Weller. ‘There’s a pair on ‘em, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Jingle suspected my design, and set that fellow on you, with this story, - I suppose?’ said Mr. Pickwick, half choking. + ‘Jingle suspected my design, and set that fellow on you, with this story, + I suppose?’ said Mr. Pickwick, half choking. </p> <p> - ‘Just that, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Just that, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘It was all false, of course?’ + ‘It was all false, of course?’ </p> <p> - ‘All, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Reg’lar do, sir; artful dodge.’ + ‘All, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Reg’lar do, sir; artful dodge.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t think he’ll escape us quite so easily the next time, Sam!’ said + ‘I don’t think he’ll escape us quite so easily the next time, Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t think he will, Sir.’ + ‘I don’t think he will, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Whenever I meet that Jingle again, wherever it is,’ said Mr. Pickwick, + ‘Whenever I meet that Jingle again, wherever it is,’ said Mr. Pickwick, raising himself in bed, and indenting his pillow with a tremendous blow, - ‘I’ll inflict personal chastisement on him, in addition to the exposure he - so richly merits. I will, or my name is not Pickwick.’ + ‘I’ll inflict personal chastisement on him, in addition to the exposure he + so richly merits. I will, or my name is not Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘And venever I catches hold o’ that there melan-cholly chap with the black - hair,’ said Sam, ‘if I don’t bring some real water into his eyes, for once - in a way, my name ain’t Weller. Good-night, Sir!’ + ‘And venever I catches hold o’ that there melan-cholly chap with the black + hair,’ said Sam, ‘if I don’t bring some real water into his eyes, for once + in a way, my name ain’t Weller. Good-night, Sir!’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> @@ -13019,18 +12951,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger evening, they would greatly oblige him. The invitation was most willingly accepted; and when they were seated over their wine, Mr. Pickwick, with sundry blushes, produced the following little tale, as having been - ‘edited’ by himself, during his recent indisposition, from his notes of - Mr. Weller’s unsophisticated recital. + ‘edited’ by himself, during his recent indisposition, from his notes of + Mr. Weller’s unsophisticated recital. </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> THE PARISH CLERK A TALE OF TRUE LOVE </pre> <p> - ‘Once upon a time, in a very small country town, at a considerable + ‘Once upon a time, in a very small country town, at a considerable distance from London, there lived a little man named Nathaniel Pipkin, who was the parish clerk of the little town, and lived in a little house in - the little High Street, within ten minutes’ walk from the little church; + the little High Street, within ten minutes’ walk from the little church; and who was to be found every day, from nine till four, teaching a little learning to the little boys. Nathaniel Pipkin was a harmless, inoffensive, good-natured being, with a turned-up nose, and rather turned-in legs, a @@ -13038,7 +12970,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the church and his school, verily believing that there existed not, on the face of the earth, so clever a man as the curate, so imposing an apartment as the vestry-room, or so well-ordered a seminary as his own. Once, and - only once, in his life, Nathaniel Pipkin had seen a bishop—a real + only once, in his life, Nathaniel Pipkin had seen a bishop—a real bishop, with his arms in lawn sleeves, and his head in a wig. He had seen him walk, and heard him talk, at a confirmation, on which momentous occasion Nathaniel Pipkin was so overcome with reverence and awe, when the @@ -13046,7 +12978,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger away, and was borne out of church in the arms of the beadle. </p> <p> - ‘This was a great event, a tremendous era, in Nathaniel Pipkin’s life, and + ‘This was a great event, a tremendous era, in Nathaniel Pipkin’s life, and it was the only one that had ever occurred to ruffle the smooth current of his quiet existence, when happening one fine afternoon, in a fit of mental abstraction, to raise his eyes from the slate on which he was devising @@ -13062,23 +12994,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger her head from the window out of which she had been peeping, and shut the casement and pulled down the blind; no wonder that Nathaniel Pipkin, immediately thereafter, fell upon the young urchin who had previously - offended, and cuffed and knocked him about to his heart’s content. All - this was very natural, and there’s nothing at all to wonder at about it. + offended, and cuffed and knocked him about to his heart’s content. All + this was very natural, and there’s nothing at all to wonder at about it. </p> <p> - ‘It <i>is</i> matter of wonder, though, that anyone of Mr. Nathaniel - Pipkin’s retiring disposition, nervous temperament, and most particularly + ‘It <i>is</i> matter of wonder, though, that anyone of Mr. Nathaniel + Pipkin’s retiring disposition, nervous temperament, and most particularly diminutive income, should from this day forth, have dared to aspire to the - hand and heart of the only daughter of the fiery old Lobbs—of old + hand and heart of the only daughter of the fiery old Lobbs—of old Lobbs, the great saddler, who could have bought up the whole village at - one stroke of his pen, and never felt the outlay—old Lobbs, who was + one stroke of his pen, and never felt the outlay—old Lobbs, who was well known to have heaps of money, invested in the bank at the nearest - market town—who was reported to have countless and inexhaustible + market town—who was reported to have countless and inexhaustible treasures hoarded up in the little iron safe with the big keyhole, over - the chimney-piece in the back parlour—and who, it was well known, on + the chimney-piece in the back parlour—and who, it was well known, on festive occasions garnished his board with a real silver teapot, cream-ewer, and sugar-basin, which he was wont, in the pride of his heart, - to boast should be his daughter’s property when she found a man to her + to boast should be his daughter’s property when she found a man to her mind. I repeat it, to be matter of profound astonishment and intense wonder, that Nathaniel Pipkin should have had the temerity to cast his eyes in this direction. But love is blind; and Nathaniel had a cast in his @@ -13086,7 +13018,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger seeing the matter in its proper light. </p> <p> - ‘Now, if old Lobbs had entertained the most remote or distant idea of the + ‘Now, if old Lobbs had entertained the most remote or distant idea of the state of the affections of Nathaniel Pipkin, he would just have razed the school-room to the ground, or exterminated its master from the surface of the earth, or committed some other outrage and atrocity of an equally @@ -13095,13 +13027,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of oaths would come rolling and pealing over the way, sometimes, when he was denouncing the idleness of the bony apprentice with the thin legs, that Nathaniel Pipkin would shake in his shoes with horror, and the hair - of the pupils’ heads would stand on end with fright. + of the pupils’ heads would stand on end with fright. </p> <p> - ‘Well! Day after day, when school was over, and the pupils gone, did + ‘Well! Day after day, when school was over, and the pupils gone, did Nathaniel Pipkin sit himself down at the front window, and, while he feigned to be reading a book, throw sidelong glances over the way in - search of the bright eyes of Maria Lobbs; and he hadn’t sat there many + search of the bright eyes of Maria Lobbs; and he hadn’t sat there many days, before the bright eyes appeared at an upper window, apparently deeply engaged in reading too. This was delightful, and gladdening to the heart of Nathaniel Pipkin. It was something to sit there for hours @@ -13116,23 +13048,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger feelings, without further delay. </p> <p> - ‘A prettier foot, a gayer heart, a more dimpled face, or a smarter form, + ‘A prettier foot, a gayer heart, a more dimpled face, or a smarter form, never bounded so lightly over the earth they graced, as did those of Maria - Lobbs, the old saddler’s daughter. There was a roguish twinkle in her + Lobbs, the old saddler’s daughter. There was a roguish twinkle in her sparkling eyes, that would have made its way to far less susceptible bosoms than that of Nathaniel Pipkin; and there was such a joyous sound in her merry laugh, that the sternest misanthrope must have smiled to hear - it. Even old Lobbs himself, in the very height of his ferocity, couldn’t + it. Even old Lobbs himself, in the very height of his ferocity, couldn’t resist the coaxing of his pretty daughter; and when she, and her cousin - Kate—an arch, impudent-looking, bewitching little person—made + Kate—an arch, impudent-looking, bewitching little person—made a dead set upon the old man together, as, to say the truth, they very often did, he could have refused them nothing, even had they asked for a portion of the countless and inexhaustible treasures, which were hidden from the light, in the iron safe. </p> <p> - ‘Nathaniel Pipkin’s heart beat high within him, when he saw this enticing - little couple some hundred yards before him one summer’s evening, in the + ‘Nathaniel Pipkin’s heart beat high within him, when he saw this enticing + little couple some hundred yards before him one summer’s evening, in the very field in which he had many a time strolled about till night-time, and pondered on the beauty of Maria Lobbs. But though he had often thought then, how briskly he would walk up to Maria Lobbs and tell her of his @@ -13144,24 +13076,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger absorbed in meditation, as indeed he really was; for he was thinking what on earth he should ever do, when they turned back, as they inevitably must in time, and meet him face to face. But though he was afraid to make up to - them, he couldn’t bear to lose sight of them; so when they walked faster + them, he couldn’t bear to lose sight of them; so when they walked faster he walked faster, when they lingered he lingered, and when they stopped he stopped; and so they might have gone on, until the darkness prevented them, if Kate had not looked slyly back, and encouragingly beckoned - Nathaniel to advance. There was something in Kate’s manner that was not to + Nathaniel to advance. There was something in Kate’s manner that was not to be resisted, and so Nathaniel Pipkin complied with the invitation; and after a great deal of blushing on his part, and immoderate laughter on that of the wicked little cousin, Nathaniel Pipkin went down on his knees on the dewy grass, and declared his resolution to remain there for ever, unless he were permitted to rise the accepted lover of Maria Lobbs. Upon - this, the merry laughter of Miss Lobbs rang through the calm evening air—without - seeming to disturb it, though; it had such a pleasant sound—and the + this, the merry laughter of Miss Lobbs rang through the calm evening air—without + seeming to disturb it, though; it had such a pleasant sound—and the wicked little cousin laughed more immoderately than before, and Nathaniel Pipkin blushed deeper than ever. At length, Maria Lobbs being more strenuously urged by the love-worn little man, turned away her head, and whispered her cousin to say, or at all events Kate did say, that she felt - much honoured by Mr. Pipkin’s addresses; that her hand and heart were at - her father’s disposal; but that nobody could be insensible to Mr. Pipkin’s + much honoured by Mr. Pipkin’s addresses; that her hand and heart were at + her father’s disposal; but that nobody could be insensible to Mr. Pipkin’s merits. As all this was said with much gravity, and as Nathaniel Pipkin walked home with Maria Lobbs, and struggled for a kiss at parting, he went to bed a happy man, and dreamed all night long, of softening old Lobbs, @@ -13172,52 +13104,52 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pony, and after a great many signs at the window from the wicked little cousin, the object and meaning of which he could by no means understand, the bony apprentice with the thin legs came over to say that his master - wasn’t coming home all night, and that the ladies expected Mr. Pipkin to - tea, at six o’clock precisely. How the lessons were got through that day, + wasn’t coming home all night, and that the ladies expected Mr. Pipkin to + tea, at six o’clock precisely. How the lessons were got through that day, neither Nathaniel Pipkin nor his pupils knew any more than you do; but they were got through somehow, and, after the boys had gone, Nathaniel - Pipkin took till full six o’clock to dress himself to his satisfaction. + Pipkin took till full six o’clock to dress himself to his satisfaction. Not that it took long to select the garments he should wear, inasmuch as he had no choice about the matter; but the putting of them on to the best advantage, and the touching of them up previously, was a task of no inconsiderable difficulty or importance. </p> <p> - ‘There was a very snug little party, consisting of Maria Lobbs and her + ‘There was a very snug little party, consisting of Maria Lobbs and her cousin Kate, and three or four romping, good-humoured, rosy-cheeked girls. Nathaniel Pipkin had ocular demonstration of the fact, that the rumours of - old Lobbs’s treasures were not exaggerated. There were the real solid + old Lobbs’s treasures were not exaggerated. There were the real solid silver teapot, cream-ewer, and sugar-basin, on the table, and real silver spoons to stir the tea with, and real china cups to drink it out of, and plates of the same, to hold the cakes and toast in. The only eye-sore in - the whole place was another cousin of Maria Lobbs’s, and a brother of - Kate, whom Maria Lobbs called “Henry,” and who seemed to keep Maria Lobbs - all to himself, up in one corner of the table. It’s a delightful thing to + the whole place was another cousin of Maria Lobbs’s, and a brother of + Kate, whom Maria Lobbs called “Henry,” and who seemed to keep Maria Lobbs + all to himself, up in one corner of the table. It’s a delightful thing to see affection in families, but it may be carried rather too far, and Nathaniel Pipkin could not help thinking that Maria Lobbs must be very particularly fond of her relations, if she paid as much attention to all of them as to this individual cousin. After tea, too, when the wicked - little cousin proposed a game at blind man’s buff, it somehow or other + little cousin proposed a game at blind man’s buff, it somehow or other happened that Nathaniel Pipkin was nearly always blind, and whenever he laid his hand upon the male cousin, he was sure to find that Maria Lobbs was not far off. And though the wicked little cousin and the other girls pinched him, and pulled his hair, and pushed chairs in his way, and all sorts of things, Maria Lobbs never seemed to come near him at all; and - once—once—Nathaniel Pipkin could have sworn he heard the sound + once—once—Nathaniel Pipkin could have sworn he heard the sound of a kiss, followed by a faint remonstrance from Maria Lobbs, and a - half-suppressed laugh from her female friends. All this was odd—very - odd—and there is no saying what Nathaniel Pipkin might or might not + half-suppressed laugh from her female friends. All this was odd—very + odd—and there is no saying what Nathaniel Pipkin might or might not have done, in consequence, if his thoughts had not been suddenly directed into a new channel. </p> <p> - ‘The circumstance which directed his thoughts into a new channel was a + ‘The circumstance which directed his thoughts into a new channel was a loud knocking at the street door, and the person who made this loud knocking at the street door was no other than old Lobbs himself, who had unexpectedly returned, and was hammering away, like a coffin-maker; for he wanted his supper. The alarming intelligence was no sooner communicated by the bony apprentice with the thin legs, than the girls tripped upstairs to - Maria Lobbs’s bedroom, and the male cousin and Nathaniel Pipkin were + Maria Lobbs’s bedroom, and the male cousin and Nathaniel Pipkin were thrust into a couple of closets in the sitting-room, for want of any better places of concealment; and when Maria Lobbs and the wicked little cousin had stowed them away, and put the room to rights, they opened the @@ -13225,7 +13157,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger began. </p> <p> - ‘Now it did unfortunately happen that old Lobbs being very hungry was + ‘Now it did unfortunately happen that old Lobbs being very hungry was monstrous cross. Nathaniel Pipkin could hear him growling away like an old mastiff with a sore throat; and whenever the unfortunate apprentice with the thin legs came into the room, so surely did old Lobbs commence @@ -13237,7 +13169,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger daughter, and demanded his pipe. </p> <p> - ‘Nature had placed Nathaniel Pipkin’s knees in very close juxtaposition, + ‘Nature had placed Nathaniel Pipkin’s knees in very close juxtaposition, but when he heard old Lobbs demand his pipe, they knocked together, as if they were going to reduce each other to powder; for, depending from a couple of hooks, in the very closet in which he stood, was a large, @@ -13252,75 +13184,75 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger flew, disclosing Nathaniel Pipkin standing bolt upright inside, and shaking with apprehension from head to foot. Bless us! what an appalling look old Lobbs gave him, as he dragged him out by the collar, and held him - at arm’s length. + at arm’s length. </p> <p> - ‘“Why, what the devil do you want here?” said old Lobbs, in a fearful + ‘“Why, what the devil do you want here?” said old Lobbs, in a fearful voice. </p> <p> - ‘Nathaniel Pipkin could make no reply, so old Lobbs shook him backwards + ‘Nathaniel Pipkin could make no reply, so old Lobbs shook him backwards and forwards, for two or three minutes, by way of arranging his ideas for him. </p> <p> - ‘“What do you want here?” roared Lobbs; “I suppose you have come after my - daughter, now!” + ‘“What do you want here?” roared Lobbs; “I suppose you have come after my + daughter, now!” </p> <p> - ‘Old Lobbs merely said this as a sneer: for he did not believe that mortal + ‘Old Lobbs merely said this as a sneer: for he did not believe that mortal presumption could have carried Nathaniel Pipkin so far. What was his - indignation, when that poor man replied— + indignation, when that poor man replied— </p> <p> - ‘“Yes, I did, Mr. Lobbs, I did come after your daughter. I love her, Mr. - Lobbs.” + ‘“Yes, I did, Mr. Lobbs, I did come after your daughter. I love her, Mr. + Lobbs.” </p> <p> - ‘“Why, you snivelling, wry-faced, puny villain,” gasped old Lobbs, - paralysed by the atrocious confession; “what do you mean by that? Say this - to my face! Damme, I’ll throttle you!” + ‘“Why, you snivelling, wry-faced, puny villain,” gasped old Lobbs, + paralysed by the atrocious confession; “what do you mean by that? Say this + to my face! Damme, I’ll throttle you!” </p> <p> - ‘It is by no means improbable that old Lobbs would have carried his threat + ‘It is by no means improbable that old Lobbs would have carried his threat into execution, in the excess of his rage, if his arm had not been stayed by a very unexpected apparition: to wit, the male cousin, who, stepping - out of his closet, and walking up to old Lobbs, said— + out of his closet, and walking up to old Lobbs, said— </p> <p> - ‘“I cannot allow this harmless person, Sir, who has been asked here, in + ‘“I cannot allow this harmless person, Sir, who has been asked here, in some girlish frolic, to take upon himself, in a very noble manner, the fault (if fault it is) which I am guilty of, and am ready to avow. I love - your daughter, sir; and I came here for the purpose of meeting her.” + your daughter, sir; and I came here for the purpose of meeting her.” </p> <p> - ‘Old Lobbs opened his eyes very wide at this, but not wider than Nathaniel + ‘Old Lobbs opened his eyes very wide at this, but not wider than Nathaniel Pipkin. </p> <p> - ‘“You did?” said Lobbs, at last finding breath to speak. + ‘“You did?” said Lobbs, at last finding breath to speak. </p> <p> - ‘“I did.” + ‘“I did.” </p> <p> - ‘“And I forbade you this house, long ago.” + ‘“And I forbade you this house, long ago.” </p> <p> - ‘“You did, or I should not have been here, clandestinely, to-night.” + ‘“You did, or I should not have been here, clandestinely, to-night.” </p> <p> - ‘I am sorry to record it of old Lobbs, but I think he would have struck + ‘I am sorry to record it of old Lobbs, but I think he would have struck the cousin, if his pretty daughter, with her bright eyes swimming in tears, had not clung to his arm. </p> <p> - ‘“Don’t stop him, Maria,” said the young man; “if he has the will to + ‘“Don’t stop him, Maria,” said the young man; “if he has the will to strike me, let him. I would not hurt a hair of his gray head, for the - riches of the world.” + riches of the world.” </p> <p> - ‘The old man cast down his eyes at this reproof, and they met those of his + ‘The old man cast down his eyes at this reproof, and they met those of his daughter. I have hinted once or twice before, that they were very bright eyes, and, though they were tearful now, their influence was by no means lessened. Old Lobbs turned his head away, as if to avoid being persuaded @@ -13328,20 +13260,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger wicked little cousin, who, half afraid for her brother, and half laughing at Nathaniel Pipkin, presented as bewitching an expression of countenance, with a touch of slyness in it, too, as any man, old or young, need look - upon. She drew her arm coaxingly through the old man’s, and whispered - something in his ear; and do what he would, old Lobbs couldn’t help + upon. She drew her arm coaxingly through the old man’s, and whispered + something in his ear; and do what he would, old Lobbs couldn’t help breaking out into a smile, while a tear stole down his cheek at the same time. </p> <p> - ‘Five minutes after this, the girls were brought down from the bedroom + ‘Five minutes after this, the girls were brought down from the bedroom with a great deal of giggling and modesty; and while the young people were making themselves perfectly happy, old Lobbs got down the pipe, and smoked it; and it was a remarkable circumstance about that particular pipe of tobacco, that it was the most soothing and delightful one he ever smoked. </p> <p> - ‘Nathaniel Pipkin thought it best to keep his own counsel, and by so doing + ‘Nathaniel Pipkin thought it best to keep his own counsel, and by so doing gradually rose into high favour with old Lobbs, who taught him to smoke in time; and they used to sit out in the garden on the fine evenings, for many years afterwards, smoking and drinking in great state. He soon @@ -13351,7 +13283,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger night of the wedding he was incarcerated in the village cage, for having, in a state of extreme intoxication, committed sundry excesses in the streets, in all of which he was aided and abetted by the bony apprentice - with the thin legs.’ + with the thin legs.’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> @@ -13366,18 +13298,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>or two days after - the <i>dejeune </i>at Mrs. Hunter’s, the Pickwickians remained at + the <i>dejeune </i>at Mrs. Hunter’s, the Pickwickians remained at Eatanswill, anxiously awaiting the arrival of some intelligence from their revered leader. Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass were once again left to their own means of amusement; for Mr. Winkle, in compliance with a most pressing - invitation, continued to reside at Mr. Pott’s house, and to devote his + invitation, continued to reside at Mr. Pott’s house, and to devote his time to the companionship of his amiable lady. Nor was the occasional society of Mr. Pott himself wanting to complete their felicity. Deeply immersed in the intensity of his speculations for the public weal and the destruction of the <i>Independent</i>, it was not the habit of that great man to descend from his mental pinnacle to the humble level of ordinary minds. On this occasion, however, and as if expressly in compliment to any - follower of Mr. Pickwick’s, he unbent, relaxed, stepped down from his + follower of Mr. Pickwick’s, he unbent, relaxed, stepped down from his pedestal, and walked upon the ground, benignly adapting his remarks to the comprehension of the herd, and seeming in outward form, if not in spirit, to be one of them. @@ -13390,55 +13322,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger as hastily closed, on the entrance of Mr. Pott, who, stalking majestically towards him, and thrusting aside his proffered hand, ground his teeth, as if to put a sharper edge on what he was about to utter, and exclaimed, in - a saw-like voice— + a saw-like voice— </p> <p> - ‘Serpent!’ + ‘Serpent!’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir!’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle, starting from his chair. + ‘Sir!’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle, starting from his chair. </p> <p> - ‘Serpent, Sir,’ repeated Mr. Pott, raising his voice, and then suddenly - depressing it: ‘I said, serpent, sir—make the most of it.’ + ‘Serpent, Sir,’ repeated Mr. Pott, raising his voice, and then suddenly + depressing it: ‘I said, serpent, sir—make the most of it.’ </p> <p> - When you have parted with a man at two o’clock in the morning, on terms of + When you have parted with a man at two o’clock in the morning, on terms of the utmost good-fellowship, and he meets you again, at half-past nine, and greets you as a serpent, it is not unreasonable to conclude that something of an unpleasant nature has occurred meanwhile. So Mr. Winkle thought. He - returned Mr. Pott’s gaze of stone, and in compliance with that gentleman’s - request, proceeded to make the most he could of the ‘serpent.’ The most, - however, was nothing at all; so, after a profound silence of some minutes’ - duration, he said,— + returned Mr. Pott’s gaze of stone, and in compliance with that gentleman’s + request, proceeded to make the most he could of the ‘serpent.’ The most, + however, was nothing at all; so, after a profound silence of some minutes’ + duration, he said,— </p> <p> - ‘Serpent, Sir! Serpent, Mr. Pott! What can you mean, Sir?—this is - pleasantry.’ + ‘Serpent, Sir! Serpent, Mr. Pott! What can you mean, Sir?—this is + pleasantry.’ </p> <p> - ‘Pleasantry, sir!’ exclaimed Pott, with a motion of the hand, indicative + ‘Pleasantry, sir!’ exclaimed Pott, with a motion of the hand, indicative of a strong desire to hurl the Britannia metal teapot at the head of the - visitor. ‘Pleasantry, sir!—But—no, I will be calm; I will be - calm, Sir;’ in proof of his calmness, Mr. Pott flung himself into a chair, + visitor. ‘Pleasantry, sir!—But—no, I will be calm; I will be + calm, Sir;’ in proof of his calmness, Mr. Pott flung himself into a chair, and foamed at the mouth. </p> <p> - ‘My dear sir,’ interposed Mr. Winkle. + ‘My dear sir,’ interposed Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘<i>DEAR </i>Sir!’ replied Pott. ‘How dare you address me, as dear Sir, - Sir? How dare you look me in the face and do it, sir?’ + ‘<i>DEAR </i>Sir!’ replied Pott. ‘How dare you address me, as dear Sir, + Sir? How dare you look me in the face and do it, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sir, if you come to that,’ responded Mr. Winkle, ‘how dare you look - me in the face, and call me a serpent, sir?’ + ‘Well, Sir, if you come to that,’ responded Mr. Winkle, ‘how dare you look + me in the face, and call me a serpent, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Because you are one,’ replied Mr. Pott. + ‘Because you are one,’ replied Mr. Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Prove it, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle warmly. ‘Prove it.’ + ‘Prove it, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle warmly. ‘Prove it.’ </p> <p> A malignant scowl passed over the profound face of the editor, as he drew @@ -13447,13 +13379,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - That gentleman took it up, and read as follows:— + That gentleman took it up, and read as follows:— </p> <p> - ‘Our obscure and filthy contemporary, in some disgusting observations on + ‘Our obscure and filthy contemporary, in some disgusting observations on the recent election for this borough, has presumed to violate the hallowed sanctity of private life, and to refer in a manner not to be - misunderstood, to the personal affairs of our late candidate—aye, + misunderstood, to the personal affairs of our late candidate—aye, and notwithstanding his base defeat, we will add, our future member, Mr. Fizkin. What does our dastardly contemporary mean? What would the ruffian say, if we, setting at naught, like him, the decencies of social @@ -13461,49 +13393,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger private life from general ridicule, not to say from general execration? What, if we were even to point out, and comment on, facts and circumstances, which are publicly notorious, and beheld by every one but - our mole-eyed contemporary—what if we were to print the following + our mole-eyed contemporary—what if we were to print the following effusion, which we received while we were writing the commencement of this article, from a talented fellow-townsman and correspondent? </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘“LINES TO A BRASS POT + ‘“LINES TO A BRASS POT - ‘“Oh Pott! if you’d known - How false she’d have grown, + ‘“Oh Pott! if you’d known + How false she’d have grown, When you heard the marriage bells tinkle; - You’d have done then, I vow, + You’d have done then, I vow, What you cannot help now, </pre> <hr /> <p> - ‘What,’ said Mr. Pott solemnly—‘what rhymes to “tinkle,” villain?’ + ‘What,’ said Mr. Pott solemnly—‘what rhymes to “tinkle,” villain?’ </p> <p> - ‘What rhymes to tinkle?’ said Mrs. Pott, whose entrance at the moment - forestalled the reply. ‘What rhymes to tinkle? Why, Winkle, I should - conceive.’ Saying this, Mrs. Pott smiled sweetly on the disturbed + ‘What rhymes to tinkle?’ said Mrs. Pott, whose entrance at the moment + forestalled the reply. ‘What rhymes to tinkle? Why, Winkle, I should + conceive.’ Saying this, Mrs. Pott smiled sweetly on the disturbed Pickwickian, and extended her hand towards him. The agitated young man would have accepted it, in his confusion, had not Pott indignantly interposed. </p> <p> - ‘Back, ma’am—back!’ said the editor. ‘Take his hand before my very - face!’ + ‘Back, ma’am—back!’ said the editor. ‘Take his hand before my very + face!’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. P.!’ said his astonished lady. + ‘Mr. P.!’ said his astonished lady. </p> <p> - ‘Wretched woman, look here,’ exclaimed the husband. ‘Look here, ma’am—“Lines - to a Brass Pot.” “Brass Pot”; that’s me, ma’am. “False <i>she’d</i> have - grown”; that’s you, ma’am—you.’ With this ebullition of rage, which + ‘Wretched woman, look here,’ exclaimed the husband. ‘Look here, ma’am—“Lines + to a Brass Pot.” “Brass Pot”; that’s me, ma’am. “False <i>she’d</i> have + grown”; that’s you, ma’am—you.’ With this ebullition of rage, which was not unaccompanied with something like a tremble, at the expression of - his wife’s face, Mr. Pott dashed the current number of the Eatanswill <i>Independent</i> + his wife’s face, Mr. Pott dashed the current number of the Eatanswill <i>Independent</i> at her feet. </p> <p> - ‘Upon my word, Sir,’ said the astonished Mrs. Pott, stooping to pick up - the paper. ‘Upon my word, Sir!’ + ‘Upon my word, Sir,’ said the astonished Mrs. Pott, stooping to pick up + the paper. ‘Upon my word, Sir!’ </p> <p> Mr. Pott winced beneath the contemptuous gaze of his wife. He had made a @@ -13511,8 +13443,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger unscrewed again. </p> <p> - There appears nothing very tremendous in this little sentence, ‘Upon my - word, sir,’ when it comes to be read; but the tone of voice in which it + There appears nothing very tremendous in this little sentence, ‘Upon my + word, sir,’ when it comes to be read; but the tone of voice in which it was delivered, and the look that accompanied it, both seeming to bear reference to some revenge to be thereafter visited upon the head of Pott, produced their effect upon him. The most unskilful observer could have @@ -13527,99 +13459,99 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger feelings on the occasion. </p> <p> - ‘My dear,’ said the terrified Pott, ‘I didn’t say I believed it;—I—’ - but the unfortunate man’s voice was drowned in the screaming of his + ‘My dear,’ said the terrified Pott, ‘I didn’t say I believed it;—I—’ + but the unfortunate man’s voice was drowned in the screaming of his partner. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Pott, let me entreat you, my dear ma’am, to compose yourself,’ said + ‘Mrs. Pott, let me entreat you, my dear ma’am, to compose yourself,’ said Mr. Winkle; but the shrieks and tappings were louder, and more frequent than ever. </p> <p> - ‘My dear,’ said Mr. Pott, ‘I’m very sorry. If you won’t consider your own - health, consider me, my dear. We shall have a crowd round the house.’ But + ‘My dear,’ said Mr. Pott, ‘I’m very sorry. If you won’t consider your own + health, consider me, my dear. We shall have a crowd round the house.’ But the more strenuously Mr. Pott entreated, the more vehemently the screams poured forth. </p> <p> - Very fortunately, however, attached to Mrs. Pott’s person was a bodyguard + Very fortunately, however, attached to Mrs. Pott’s person was a bodyguard of one, a young lady whose ostensible employment was to preside over her toilet, but who rendered herself useful in a variety of ways, and in none more so than in the particular department of constantly aiding and abetting her mistress in every wish and inclination opposed to the desires - of the unhappy Pott. The screams reached this young lady’s ears in due + of the unhappy Pott. The screams reached this young lady’s ears in due course, and brought her into the room with a speed which threatened to derange, materially, the very exquisite arrangement of her cap and ringlets. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, my dear, dear mistress!’ exclaimed the bodyguard, kneeling - frantically by the side of the prostrate Mrs. Pott. ‘Oh, my dear mistress, - what is the matter?’ + ‘Oh, my dear, dear mistress!’ exclaimed the bodyguard, kneeling + frantically by the side of the prostrate Mrs. Pott. ‘Oh, my dear mistress, + what is the matter?’ </p> <p> - ‘Your master—your brutal master,’ murmured the patient. + ‘Your master—your brutal master,’ murmured the patient. </p> <p> Pott was evidently giving way. </p> <p> - ‘It’s a shame,’ said the bodyguard reproachfully. ‘I know he’ll be the - death on you, ma’am. Poor dear thing!’ + ‘It’s a shame,’ said the bodyguard reproachfully. ‘I know he’ll be the + death on you, ma’am. Poor dear thing!’ </p> <p> He gave way more. The opposite party followed up the attack. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, don’t leave me—don’t leave me, Goodwin,’ murmured Mrs. Pott, - clutching at the wrist of the said Goodwin with an hysteric jerk. ‘You’re - the only person that’s kind to me, Goodwin.’ + ‘Oh, don’t leave me—don’t leave me, Goodwin,’ murmured Mrs. Pott, + clutching at the wrist of the said Goodwin with an hysteric jerk. ‘You’re + the only person that’s kind to me, Goodwin.’ </p> <p> At this affecting appeal, Goodwin got up a little domestic tragedy of her own, and shed tears copiously. </p> <p> - ‘Never, ma’am—never,’ said Goodwin. ‘Oh, sir, you should be careful—you - should indeed; you don’t know what harm you may do missis; you’ll be sorry - for it one day, I know—I’ve always said so.’ + ‘Never, ma’am—never,’ said Goodwin. ‘Oh, sir, you should be careful—you + should indeed; you don’t know what harm you may do missis; you’ll be sorry + for it one day, I know—I’ve always said so.’ </p> <p> The unlucky Pott looked timidly on, but said nothing. </p> <p> - ‘Goodwin,’ said Mrs. Pott, in a soft voice. + ‘Goodwin,’ said Mrs. Pott, in a soft voice. </p> <p> - ‘Ma’am,’ said Goodwin. + ‘Ma’am,’ said Goodwin. </p> <p> - ‘If you only knew how I have loved that man—’ + ‘If you only knew how I have loved that man—’ </p> <p> - Don’t distress yourself by recollecting it, ma’am,’ said the bodyguard. + Don’t distress yourself by recollecting it, ma’am,’ said the bodyguard. </p> <p> Pott looked very frightened. It was time to finish him. </p> <p> - ‘And now,’ sobbed Mrs. Pott, ‘now, after all, to be treated in this way; + ‘And now,’ sobbed Mrs. Pott, ‘now, after all, to be treated in this way; to be reproached and insulted in the presence of a third party, and that - party almost a stranger. But I will not submit to it! Goodwin,’ continued - Mrs. Pott, raising herself in the arms of her attendant, ‘my brother, the - lieutenant, shall interfere. I’ll be separated, Goodwin!’ + party almost a stranger. But I will not submit to it! Goodwin,’ continued + Mrs. Pott, raising herself in the arms of her attendant, ‘my brother, the + lieutenant, shall interfere. I’ll be separated, Goodwin!’ </p> <p> - ‘It would certainly serve him right, ma’am,’ said Goodwin. + ‘It would certainly serve him right, ma’am,’ said Goodwin. </p> <p> Whatever thoughts the threat of a separation might have awakened in Mr. - Pott’s mind, he forbore to give utterance to them, and contented himself - by saying, with great humility:— + Pott’s mind, he forbore to give utterance to them, and contented himself + by saying, with great humility:— </p> <p> - ‘My dear, will you hear me?’ + ‘My dear, will you hear me?’ </p> <p> A fresh train of sobs was the only reply, as Mrs. Pott grew more @@ -13627,43 +13559,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger sundry other pieces of information of a similar description. </p> <p> - ‘My dear,’ remonstrated Mr. Pott, ‘do not give way to these sensitive - feelings. I never believed that the paragraph had any foundation, my dear—impossible. - I was only angry, my dear—I may say outrageous—with the <i>Independent</i> - people for daring to insert it; that’s all.’ Mr. Pott cast an imploring + ‘My dear,’ remonstrated Mr. Pott, ‘do not give way to these sensitive + feelings. I never believed that the paragraph had any foundation, my dear—impossible. + I was only angry, my dear—I may say outrageous—with the <i>Independent</i> + people for daring to insert it; that’s all.’ Mr. Pott cast an imploring look at the innocent cause of the mischief, as if to entreat him to say nothing about the serpent. </p> <p> - ‘And what steps, sir, do you mean to take to obtain redress?’ inquired Mr. + ‘And what steps, sir, do you mean to take to obtain redress?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, gaining courage as he saw Pott losing it. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Goodwin,’ observed Mrs. Pott, ‘does he mean to horsewhip the editor - of the <i>Independent</i>—does he, Goodwin?’ + ‘Oh, Goodwin,’ observed Mrs. Pott, ‘does he mean to horsewhip the editor + of the <i>Independent</i>—does he, Goodwin?’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush, hush, ma’am; pray keep yourself quiet,’ replied the bodyguard. ‘I - dare say he will, if you wish it, ma’am.’ + ‘Hush, hush, ma’am; pray keep yourself quiet,’ replied the bodyguard. ‘I + dare say he will, if you wish it, ma’am.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ said Pott, as his wife evinced decided symptoms of going off - again. ‘Of course I shall.’ + ‘Certainly,’ said Pott, as his wife evinced decided symptoms of going off + again. ‘Of course I shall.’ </p> <p> - ‘When, Goodwin—when?’ said Mrs. Pott, still undecided about the + ‘When, Goodwin—when?’ said Mrs. Pott, still undecided about the going off. </p> <p> - ‘Immediately, of course,’ said Mr. Pott; ‘before the day is out.’ + ‘Immediately, of course,’ said Mr. Pott; ‘before the day is out.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Goodwin,’ resumed Mrs. Pott, ‘it’s the only way of meeting the - slander, and setting me right with the world.’ + ‘Oh, Goodwin,’ resumed Mrs. Pott, ‘it’s the only way of meeting the + slander, and setting me right with the world.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, ma’am,’ replied Goodwin. ‘No man as is a man, ma’am, could - refuse to do it.’ + ‘Certainly, ma’am,’ replied Goodwin. ‘No man as is a man, ma’am, could + refuse to do it.’ </p> <p> So, as the hysterics were still hovering about, Mr. Pott said once more @@ -13676,35 +13608,35 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger level, Mrs. Pott recovered, and they went to breakfast. </p> <p> - ‘You will not allow this base newspaper slander to shorten your stay here, - Mr. Winkle?’ said Mrs. Pott, smiling through the traces of her tears. + ‘You will not allow this base newspaper slander to shorten your stay here, + Mr. Winkle?’ said Mrs. Pott, smiling through the traces of her tears. </p> <p> - ‘I hope not,’ said Mr. Pott, actuated, as he spoke, by a wish that his + ‘I hope not,’ said Mr. Pott, actuated, as he spoke, by a wish that his visitor would choke himself with the morsel of dry toast which he was raising to his lips at the moment, and so terminate his stay effectually. </p> <p> - ‘I hope not.’ + ‘I hope not.’ </p> <p> - ‘You are very good,’ said Mr. Winkle; ‘but a letter has been received from - Mr. Pickwick—so I learn by a note from Mr. Tupman, which was brought - up to my bedroom door, this morning—in which he requests us to join - him at Bury to-day; and we are to leave by the coach at noon.’ + ‘You are very good,’ said Mr. Winkle; ‘but a letter has been received from + Mr. Pickwick—so I learn by a note from Mr. Tupman, which was brought + up to my bedroom door, this morning—in which he requests us to join + him at Bury to-day; and we are to leave by the coach at noon.’ </p> <p> - ‘But you will come back?’ said Mrs. Pott. + ‘But you will come back?’ said Mrs. Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, certainly,’ replied Mr. Winkle. + ‘Oh, certainly,’ replied Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘You are quite sure?’ said Mrs. Pott, stealing a tender look at her + ‘You are quite sure?’ said Mrs. Pott, stealing a tender look at her visitor. </p> <p> - ‘Quite,’ responded Mr. Winkle. + ‘Quite,’ responded Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> The breakfast passed off in silence, for each of the party was brooding @@ -13715,19 +13647,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger himself away. </p> <p> - ‘If he ever comes back, I’ll poison him,’ thought Mr. Pott, as he turned + ‘If he ever comes back, I’ll poison him,’ thought Mr. Pott, as he turned into the little back office where he prepared his thunderbolts. </p> <p> - ‘If I ever do come back, and mix myself up with these people again,’ - thought Mr. Winkle, as he wended his way to the Peacock, ‘I shall deserve - to be horsewhipped myself—that’s all.’ + ‘If I ever do come back, and mix myself up with these people again,’ + thought Mr. Winkle, as he wended his way to the Peacock, ‘I shall deserve + to be horsewhipped myself—that’s all.’ </p> <p> His friends were ready, the coach was nearly so, and in half an hour they were proceeding on their journey, along the road over which Mr. Pickwick and Sam had so recently travelled, and of which, as we have already said - something, we do not feel called upon to extract Mr. Snodgrass’s poetical + something, we do not feel called upon to extract Mr. Snodgrass’s poetical and beautiful description. </p> <p> @@ -13737,55 +13669,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger no small embarrassment of Mr. Tupman, they found old Wardle and Trundle. </p> <p> - ‘How are you?’ said the old man, grasping Mr. Tupman’s hand. ‘Don’t hang - back, or look sentimental about it; it can’t be helped, old fellow. For - her sake, I wish you’d had her; for your own, I’m very glad you have not. - A young fellow like you will do better one of these days, eh?’ With this + ‘How are you?’ said the old man, grasping Mr. Tupman’s hand. ‘Don’t hang + back, or look sentimental about it; it can’t be helped, old fellow. For + her sake, I wish you’d had her; for your own, I’m very glad you have not. + A young fellow like you will do better one of these days, eh?’ With this conclusion, Wardle slapped Mr. Tupman on the back, and laughed heartily. </p> <p> - ‘Well, and how are you, my fine fellows?’ said the old gentleman, shaking - hands with Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass at the same time. ‘I have just - been telling Pickwick that we must have you all down at Christmas. We’re - going to have a wedding—a real wedding this time.’ + ‘Well, and how are you, my fine fellows?’ said the old gentleman, shaking + hands with Mr. Winkle and Mr. Snodgrass at the same time. ‘I have just + been telling Pickwick that we must have you all down at Christmas. We’re + going to have a wedding—a real wedding this time.’ </p> <p> - ‘A wedding!’ exclaimed Mr. Snodgrass, turning very pale. + ‘A wedding!’ exclaimed Mr. Snodgrass, turning very pale. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, a wedding. But don’t be frightened,’ said the good-humoured old man; - ‘it’s only Trundle there, and Bella.’ + ‘Yes, a wedding. But don’t be frightened,’ said the good-humoured old man; + ‘it’s only Trundle there, and Bella.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, is that all?’ said Mr. Snodgrass, relieved from a painful doubt which - had fallen heavily on his breast. ‘Give you joy, Sir. How is Joe?’ + ‘Oh, is that all?’ said Mr. Snodgrass, relieved from a painful doubt which + had fallen heavily on his breast. ‘Give you joy, Sir. How is Joe?’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ replied the old gentleman. ‘Sleepy as ever.’ + ‘Very well,’ replied the old gentleman. ‘Sleepy as ever.’ </p> <p> - ‘And your mother, and the clergyman, and all of ‘em?’ + ‘And your mother, and the clergyman, and all of ‘em?’ </p> <p> - ‘Quite well.’ + ‘Quite well.’ </p> <p> - ‘Where,’ said Mr. Tupman, with an effort—‘where is—<i>she</i>, - Sir?’ and he turned away his head, and covered his eyes with his hand. + ‘Where,’ said Mr. Tupman, with an effort—‘where is—<i>she</i>, + Sir?’ and he turned away his head, and covered his eyes with his hand. </p> <p> - ‘<i>She</i>!’ said the old gentleman, with a knowing shake of the head. - ‘Do you mean my single relative—eh?’ + ‘<i>She</i>!’ said the old gentleman, with a knowing shake of the head. + ‘Do you mean my single relative—eh?’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman, by a nod, intimated that his question applied to the disappointed Rachael. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, she’s gone away,’ said the old gentleman. ‘She’s living at a - relation’s, far enough off. She couldn’t bear to see the girls, so I let - her go. But come! Here’s the dinner. You must be hungry after your ride. I - am, without any ride at all; so let us fall to.’ + ‘Oh, she’s gone away,’ said the old gentleman. ‘She’s living at a + relation’s, far enough off. She couldn’t bear to see the girls, so I let + her go. But come! Here’s the dinner. You must be hungry after your ride. I + am, without any ride at all; so let us fall to.’ </p> <p> Ample justice was done to the meal; and when they were seated round the @@ -13795,54 +13727,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘And the attack of rheumatism which I caught in that garden,’ said Mr. - Pickwick, in conclusion, ‘renders me lame at this moment.’ + ‘And the attack of rheumatism which I caught in that garden,’ said Mr. + Pickwick, in conclusion, ‘renders me lame at this moment.’ </p> <p> - ‘I, too, have had something of an adventure,’ said Mr. Winkle, with a + ‘I, too, have had something of an adventure,’ said Mr. Winkle, with a smile; and, at the request of Mr. Pickwick, he detailed the malicious libel of the Eatanswill <i>Independent</i>, and the consequent excitement of their friend, the editor. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s brow darkened during the recital. His friends observed it, + Mr. Pickwick’s brow darkened during the recital. His friends observed it, and, when Mr. Winkle had concluded, maintained a profound silence. Mr. Pickwick struck the table emphatically with his clenched fist, and spoke - as follows:— + as follows:— </p> <p> - ‘Is it not a wonderful circumstance,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that we seem - destined to enter no man’s house without involving him in some degree of + ‘Is it not a wonderful circumstance,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that we seem + destined to enter no man’s house without involving him in some degree of trouble? Does it not, I ask, bespeak the indiscretion, or, worse than - that, the blackness of heart—that I should say so!—of my + that, the blackness of heart—that I should say so!—of my followers, that, beneath whatever roof they locate, they disturb the peace - of mind and happiness of some confiding female? Is it not, I say—’ + of mind and happiness of some confiding female? Is it not, I say—’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick would in all probability have gone on for some time, had not the entrance of Sam, with a letter, caused him to break off in his eloquent discourse. He passed his handkerchief across his forehead, took off his spectacles, wiped them, and put them on again; and his voice had - recovered its wonted softness of tone when he said— + recovered its wonted softness of tone when he said— </p> <p> - ‘What have you there, Sam?’ + ‘What have you there, Sam?’ </p> <p> - ‘Called at the post-office just now, and found this here letter, as has - laid there for two days,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘It’s sealed vith a vafer, - and directed in round hand.’ + ‘Called at the post-office just now, and found this here letter, as has + laid there for two days,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘It’s sealed vith a vafer, + and directed in round hand.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know this hand,’ said Mr. Pickwick, opening the letter. ‘Mercy on - us! what’s this? It must be a jest; it—it—can’t be true.’ + ‘I don’t know this hand,’ said Mr. Pickwick, opening the letter. ‘Mercy on + us! what’s this? It must be a jest; it—it—can’t be true.’ </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ was the general inquiry. + ‘What’s the matter?’ was the general inquiry. </p> <p> - ‘Nobody dead, is there?’ said Wardle, alarmed at the horror in Mr. - Pickwick’s countenance. + ‘Nobody dead, is there?’ said Wardle, alarmed at the horror in Mr. + Pickwick’s countenance. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick made no reply, but, pushing the letter across the table, and @@ -13851,10 +13783,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Mr. Tupman, with a trembling voice, read the letter, of which the - following is a copy:— + following is a copy:— </p> <p> - Freeman’s Court, Cornhill, August 28th, 1827. + Freeman’s Court, Cornhill, August 28th, 1827. </p> <p> Bardell against Pickwick. @@ -13882,117 +13814,117 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger seemed afraid to speak. The silence was at length broken by Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Dodson and Fogg,’ he repeated mechanically. + ‘Dodson and Fogg,’ he repeated mechanically. </p> <p> - ‘Bardell and Pickwick,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, musing. + ‘Bardell and Pickwick,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, musing. </p> <p> - ‘Peace of mind and happiness of confiding females,’ murmured Mr. Winkle, + ‘Peace of mind and happiness of confiding females,’ murmured Mr. Winkle, with an air of abstraction. </p> <p> - ‘It’s a conspiracy,’ said Mr. Pickwick, at length recovering the power of - speech; ‘a base conspiracy between these two grasping attorneys, Dodson - and Fogg. Mrs. Bardell would never do it;—she hasn’t the heart to do - it;—she hasn’t the case to do it. Ridiculous—ridiculous.’ + ‘It’s a conspiracy,’ said Mr. Pickwick, at length recovering the power of + speech; ‘a base conspiracy between these two grasping attorneys, Dodson + and Fogg. Mrs. Bardell would never do it;—she hasn’t the heart to do + it;—she hasn’t the case to do it. Ridiculous—ridiculous.’ </p> <p> - Of her heart,’ said Wardle, with a smile, ‘you should certainly be the - best judge. I don’t wish to discourage you, but I should certainly say + Of her heart,’ said Wardle, with a smile, ‘you should certainly be the + best judge. I don’t wish to discourage you, but I should certainly say that, of her case, Dodson and Fogg are far better judges than any of us - can be.’ + can be.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s a vile attempt to extort money,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘It’s a vile attempt to extort money,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I hope it is,’ said Wardle, with a short, dry cough. + ‘I hope it is,’ said Wardle, with a short, dry cough. </p> <p> - ‘Who ever heard me address her in any way but that in which a lodger would - address his landlady?’ continued Mr. Pickwick, with great vehemence. ‘Who - ever saw me with her? Not even my friends here—’ + ‘Who ever heard me address her in any way but that in which a lodger would + address his landlady?’ continued Mr. Pickwick, with great vehemence. ‘Who + ever saw me with her? Not even my friends here—’ </p> <p> - ‘Except on one occasion,’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Except on one occasion,’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick changed colour. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Wardle. ‘Well, that’s important. There was nothing - suspicious then, I suppose?’ + ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Wardle. ‘Well, that’s important. There was nothing + suspicious then, I suppose?’ </p> <p> - Mr. Tupman glanced timidly at his leader. ‘Why,’ said he, ‘there was - nothing suspicious; but—I don’t know how it happened, mind—she - certainly was reclining in his arms.’ + Mr. Tupman glanced timidly at his leader. ‘Why,’ said he, ‘there was + nothing suspicious; but—I don’t know how it happened, mind—she + certainly was reclining in his arms.’ </p> <p> - ‘Gracious powers!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, as the recollection of the - scene in question struck forcibly upon him; ‘what a dreadful instance of - the force of circumstances! So she was—so she was.’ + ‘Gracious powers!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, as the recollection of the + scene in question struck forcibly upon him; ‘what a dreadful instance of + the force of circumstances! So she was—so she was.’ </p> <p> - ‘And our friend was soothing her anguish,’ said Mr. Winkle, rather + ‘And our friend was soothing her anguish,’ said Mr. Winkle, rather maliciously. </p> <p> - ‘So I was,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I don’t deny it. So I was.’ + ‘So I was,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I don’t deny it. So I was.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ said Wardle; ‘for a case in which there’s nothing suspicious, - this looks rather queer—eh, Pickwick? Ah, sly dog—sly dog!’ + ‘Hollo!’ said Wardle; ‘for a case in which there’s nothing suspicious, + this looks rather queer—eh, Pickwick? Ah, sly dog—sly dog!’ and he laughed till the glasses on the sideboard rang again. </p> <p> - ‘What a dreadful conjunction of appearances!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, - resting his chin upon his hands. ‘Winkle—Tupman—I beg your + ‘What a dreadful conjunction of appearances!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, + resting his chin upon his hands. ‘Winkle—Tupman—I beg your pardon for the observations I made just now. We are all the victims of - circumstances, and I the greatest.’ With this apology Mr. Pickwick buried + circumstances, and I the greatest.’ With this apology Mr. Pickwick buried his head in his hands, and ruminated; while Wardle measured out a regular circle of nods and winks, addressed to the other members of the company. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll have it explained, though,’ said Mr. Pickwick, raising his head and - hammering the table. ‘I’ll see this Dodson and Fogg! I’ll go to London - to-morrow.’ + ‘I’ll have it explained, though,’ said Mr. Pickwick, raising his head and + hammering the table. ‘I’ll see this Dodson and Fogg! I’ll go to London + to-morrow.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not to-morrow,’ said Wardle; ‘you’re too lame.’ + ‘Not to-morrow,’ said Wardle; ‘you’re too lame.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, then, next day.’ + ‘Well, then, next day.’ </p> <p> - ‘Next day is the first of September, and you’re pledged to ride out with - us, as far as Sir Geoffrey Manning’s grounds at all events, and to meet us - at lunch, if you don’t take the field.’ + ‘Next day is the first of September, and you’re pledged to ride out with + us, as far as Sir Geoffrey Manning’s grounds at all events, and to meet us + at lunch, if you don’t take the field.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, then, the day after,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘Thursday.—Sam!’ + ‘Well, then, the day after,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘Thursday.—Sam!’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Take two places outside to London, on Thursday morning, for yourself and - me.’ + ‘Take two places outside to London, on Thursday morning, for yourself and + me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery well, Sir.’ + ‘Wery well, Sir.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller left the room, and departed slowly on his errand, with his hands in his pocket and his eyes fixed on the ground. </p> <p> - ‘Rum feller, the hemperor,’ said Mr. Weller, as he walked slowly up the - street. ‘Think o’ his makin’ up to that ‘ere Mrs. Bardell—vith a - little boy, too! Always the vay vith these here old ‘uns howsoever, as is - such steady goers to look at. I didn’t think he’d ha’ done it, though—I - didn’t think he’d ha’ done it!’ Moralising in this strain, Mr. Samuel + ‘Rum feller, the hemperor,’ said Mr. Weller, as he walked slowly up the + street. ‘Think o’ his makin’ up to that ‘ere Mrs. Bardell—vith a + little boy, too! Always the vay vith these here old ‘uns howsoever, as is + such steady goers to look at. I didn’t think he’d ha’ done it, though—I + didn’t think he’d ha’ done it!’ Moralising in this strain, Mr. Samuel Weller bent his steps towards the booking-office. </p> <p> @@ -14019,7 +13951,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger low upon the earth. But we grow affecting: let us proceed. </p> <p> - In plain commonplace matter-of-fact, then, it was a fine morning—so + In plain commonplace matter-of-fact, then, it was a fine morning—so fine that you would scarcely have believed that the few months of an English summer had yet flown by. Hedges, fields, and trees, hill and moorland, presented to the eye their ever-varying shades of deep rich @@ -14040,14 +13972,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of capacious dimensions, and accompanied by a brace of pointers. </p> <p> - ‘I say,’ whispered Mr. Winkle to Wardle, as the man let down the steps, - ‘they don’t suppose we’re going to kill game enough to fill those bags, do - they?’ + ‘I say,’ whispered Mr. Winkle to Wardle, as the man let down the steps, + ‘they don’t suppose we’re going to kill game enough to fill those bags, do + they?’ </p> <p> - ‘Fill them!’ exclaimed old Wardle. ‘Bless you, yes! You shall fill one, - and I the other; and when we’ve done with them, the pockets of our - shooting-jackets will hold as much more.’ + ‘Fill them!’ exclaimed old Wardle. ‘Bless you, yes! You shall fill one, + and I the other; and when we’ve done with them, the pockets of our + shooting-jackets will hold as much more.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle dismounted without saying anything in reply to this @@ -14056,21 +13988,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger considerable chance of catching colds in their heads. </p> <p> - ‘Hi, Juno, lass-hi, old girl; down, Daph, down,’ said Wardle, caressing - the dogs. ‘Sir Geoffrey still in Scotland, of course, Martin?’ + ‘Hi, Juno, lass-hi, old girl; down, Daph, down,’ said Wardle, caressing + the dogs. ‘Sir Geoffrey still in Scotland, of course, Martin?’ </p> <p> The tall gamekeeper replied in the affirmative, and looked with some surprise from Mr. Winkle, who was holding his gun as if he wished his coat pocket to save him the trouble of pulling the trigger, to Mr. Tupman, who - was holding his as if he was afraid of it—as there is no earthly + was holding his as if he was afraid of it—as there is no earthly reason to doubt he really was. </p> <p> - ‘My friends are not much in the way of this sort of thing yet, Martin,’ - said Wardle, noticing the look. ‘Live and learn, you know. They’ll be good - shots one of these days. I beg my friend Winkle’s pardon, though; he has - had some practice.’ + ‘My friends are not much in the way of this sort of thing yet, Martin,’ + said Wardle, noticing the look. ‘Live and learn, you know. They’ll be good + shots one of these days. I beg my friend Winkle’s pardon, though; he has + had some practice.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle smiled feebly over his blue neckerchief in acknowledgment of @@ -14079,73 +14011,73 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger inevitably have shot himself dead upon the spot. </p> <p> - ‘You mustn’t handle your piece in that ‘ere way, when you come to have the - charge in it, Sir,’ said the tall gamekeeper gruffly; ‘or I’m damned if - you won’t make cold meat of some on us.’ + ‘You mustn’t handle your piece in that ‘ere way, when you come to have the + charge in it, Sir,’ said the tall gamekeeper gruffly; ‘or I’m damned if + you won’t make cold meat of some on us.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle, thus admonished, abruptly altered his position, and in so doing, contrived to bring the barrel into pretty smart contact with Mr. - Weller’s head. + Weller’s head. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ said Sam, picking up his hat, which had been knocked off, and - rubbing his temple. ‘Hollo, sir! if you comes it this vay, you’ll fill one - o’ them bags, and something to spare, at one fire.’ + ‘Hollo!’ said Sam, picking up his hat, which had been knocked off, and + rubbing his temple. ‘Hollo, sir! if you comes it this vay, you’ll fill one + o’ them bags, and something to spare, at one fire.’ </p> <p> Here the leather-legginged boy laughed very heartily, and then tried to look as if it was somebody else, whereat Mr. Winkle frowned majestically. </p> <p> - ‘Where did you tell the boy to meet us with the snack, Martin?’ inquired + ‘Where did you tell the boy to meet us with the snack, Martin?’ inquired Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Side of One-tree Hill, at twelve o’clock, Sir.’ + ‘Side of One-tree Hill, at twelve o’clock, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s not Sir Geoffrey’s land, is it?’ + ‘That’s not Sir Geoffrey’s land, is it?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, Sir; but it’s close by it. It’s Captain Boldwig’s land; but there’ll - be nobody to interrupt us, and there’s a fine bit of turf there.’ + ‘No, Sir; but it’s close by it. It’s Captain Boldwig’s land; but there’ll + be nobody to interrupt us, and there’s a fine bit of turf there.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ said old Wardle. ‘Now the sooner we’re off the better. Will - you join us at twelve, then, Pickwick?’ + ‘Very well,’ said old Wardle. ‘Now the sooner we’re off the better. Will + you join us at twelve, then, Pickwick?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick was particularly desirous to view the sport, the more - especially as he was rather anxious in respect of Mr. Winkle’s life and + especially as he was rather anxious in respect of Mr. Winkle’s life and limbs. On so inviting a morning, too, it was very tantalising to turn back, and leave his friends to enjoy themselves. It was, therefore, with a - very rueful air that he replied— + very rueful air that he replied— </p> <p> - ‘Why, I suppose I must.’ + ‘Why, I suppose I must.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ain’t the gentleman a shot, Sir?’ inquired the long gamekeeper. + ‘Ain’t the gentleman a shot, Sir?’ inquired the long gamekeeper. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ replied Wardle; ‘and he’s lame besides.’ + ‘No,’ replied Wardle; ‘and he’s lame besides.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should very much like to go,’ said Mr. Pickwick—‘very much.’ + ‘I should very much like to go,’ said Mr. Pickwick—‘very much.’ </p> <p> There was a short pause of commiseration. </p> <p> - ‘There’s a barrow t’other side the hedge,’ said the boy. ‘If the - gentleman’s servant would wheel along the paths, he could keep nigh us, - and we could lift it over the stiles, and that.’ + ‘There’s a barrow t’other side the hedge,’ said the boy. ‘If the + gentleman’s servant would wheel along the paths, he could keep nigh us, + and we could lift it over the stiles, and that.’ </p> <p> - ‘The wery thing,’ said Mr. Weller, who was a party interested, inasmuch as - he ardently longed to see the sport. ‘The wery thing. Well said, - Smallcheek; I’ll have it out in a minute.’ + ‘The wery thing,’ said Mr. Weller, who was a party interested, inasmuch as + he ardently longed to see the sport. ‘The wery thing. Well said, + Smallcheek; I’ll have it out in a minute.’ </p> <p> But here a difficulty arose. The long gamekeeper resolutely protested @@ -14155,67 +14087,67 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> It was a great objection, but not an insurmountable one. The gamekeeper having been coaxed and feed, and having, moreover, eased his mind by - ‘punching’ the head of the inventive youth who had first suggested the use + ‘punching’ the head of the inventive youth who had first suggested the use of the machine, Mr. Pickwick was placed in it, and off the party set; Wardle and the long gamekeeper leading the way, and Mr. Pickwick in the barrow, propelled by Sam, bringing up the rear. </p> <p> - ‘Stop, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, when they had got half across the first + ‘Stop, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, when they had got half across the first field. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter now?’ said Wardle. + ‘What’s the matter now?’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘I won’t suffer this barrow to be moved another step,’ said Mr. Pickwick, - resolutely, ‘unless Winkle carries that gun of his in a different manner.’ + ‘I won’t suffer this barrow to be moved another step,’ said Mr. Pickwick, + resolutely, ‘unless Winkle carries that gun of his in a different manner.’ </p> <p> - ‘How <i>am</i> I to carry it?’ said the wretched Winkle. + ‘How <i>am</i> I to carry it?’ said the wretched Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Carry it with the muzzle to the ground,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Carry it with the muzzle to the ground,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It’s so unsportsmanlike,’ reasoned Winkle. + ‘It’s so unsportsmanlike,’ reasoned Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t care whether it’s unsportsmanlike or not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; - ‘I am not going to be shot in a wheel-barrow, for the sake of appearances, - to please anybody.’ + ‘I don’t care whether it’s unsportsmanlike or not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; + ‘I am not going to be shot in a wheel-barrow, for the sake of appearances, + to please anybody.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know the gentleman’ll put that ‘ere charge into somebody afore he’s - done,’ growled the long man. + ‘I know the gentleman’ll put that ‘ere charge into somebody afore he’s + done,’ growled the long man. </p> <p> - ‘Well, well—I don’t mind,’ said poor Winkle, turning his gun-stock - uppermost—‘there.’ + ‘Well, well—I don’t mind,’ said poor Winkle, turning his gun-stock + uppermost—‘there.’ </p> <p> - ‘Anythin’ for a quiet life,’ said Mr. Weller; and on they went again. + ‘Anythin’ for a quiet life,’ said Mr. Weller; and on they went again. </p> <p> - ‘Stop!’ said Mr. Pickwick, after they had gone a few yards farther. + ‘Stop!’ said Mr. Pickwick, after they had gone a few yards farther. </p> <p> - ‘What now?’ said Wardle. + ‘What now?’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘That gun of Tupman’s is not safe: I know it isn’t,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘That gun of Tupman’s is not safe: I know it isn’t,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Eh? What! not safe?’ said Mr. Tupman, in a tone of great alarm. + ‘Eh? What! not safe?’ said Mr. Tupman, in a tone of great alarm. </p> <p> - ‘Not as you are carrying it,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am very sorry to make + ‘Not as you are carrying it,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am very sorry to make any further objection, but I cannot consent to go on, unless you carry it - as Winkle does his.’ + as Winkle does his.’ </p> <p> - ‘I think you had better, sir,’ said the long gamekeeper, ‘or you’re quite - as likely to lodge the charge in yourself as in anything else.’ + ‘I think you had better, sir,’ said the long gamekeeper, ‘or you’re quite + as likely to lodge the charge in yourself as in anything else.’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman, with the most obliging haste, placed his piece in the position @@ -14227,152 +14159,152 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a single pace, stopped too. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter with the dogs’ legs?’ whispered Mr. Winkle. ‘How queer - they’re standing.’ + ‘What’s the matter with the dogs’ legs?’ whispered Mr. Winkle. ‘How queer + they’re standing.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush, can’t you?’ replied Wardle softly. ‘Don’t you see, they’re making a - point?’ + ‘Hush, can’t you?’ replied Wardle softly. ‘Don’t you see, they’re making a + point?’ </p> <p> - ‘Making a point!’ said Mr. Winkle, staring about him, as if he expected to + ‘Making a point!’ said Mr. Winkle, staring about him, as if he expected to discover some particular beauty in the landscape, which the sagacious - animals were calling special attention to. ‘Making a point! What are they - pointing at?’ + animals were calling special attention to. ‘Making a point! What are they + pointing at?’ </p> <p> - ‘Keep your eyes open,’ said Wardle, not heeding the question in the - excitement of the moment. ‘Now then.’ + ‘Keep your eyes open,’ said Wardle, not heeding the question in the + excitement of the moment. ‘Now then.’ </p> <p> There was a sharp whirring noise, that made Mr. Winkle start back as if he - had been shot himself. Bang, bang, went a couple of guns—the smoke + had been shot himself. Bang, bang, went a couple of guns—the smoke swept quickly away over the field, and curled into the air. </p> <p> - ‘Where are they!’ said Mr. Winkle, in a state of the highest excitement, - turning round and round in all directions. ‘Where are they? Tell me when - to fire. Where are they—where are they?’ + ‘Where are they!’ said Mr. Winkle, in a state of the highest excitement, + turning round and round in all directions. ‘Where are they? Tell me when + to fire. Where are they—where are they?’ </p> <p> - ‘Where are they!’ said Wardle, taking up a brace of birds which the dogs - had deposited at his feet. ‘Why, here they are.’ + ‘Where are they!’ said Wardle, taking up a brace of birds which the dogs + had deposited at his feet. ‘Why, here they are.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no; I mean the others,’ said the bewildered Winkle. + ‘No, no; I mean the others,’ said the bewildered Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Far enough off, by this time,’ replied Wardle, coolly reloading his gun. + ‘Far enough off, by this time,’ replied Wardle, coolly reloading his gun. </p> <p> - ‘We shall very likely be up with another covey in five minutes,’ said the - long gamekeeper. ‘If the gentleman begins to fire now, perhaps he’ll just - get the shot out of the barrel by the time they rise.’ + ‘We shall very likely be up with another covey in five minutes,’ said the + long gamekeeper. ‘If the gentleman begins to fire now, perhaps he’ll just + get the shot out of the barrel by the time they rise.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ha! ha! ha!’ roared Mr. Weller. + ‘Ha! ha! ha!’ roared Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, compassionating his follower’s confusion and + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, compassionating his follower’s confusion and embarrassment. </p> <p> - ‘Sir.’ + ‘Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t laugh.’ + ‘Don’t laugh.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not, Sir.’ So, by way of indemnification, Mr. Weller contorted + ‘Certainly not, Sir.’ So, by way of indemnification, Mr. Weller contorted his features from behind the wheel-barrow, for the exclusive amusement of the boy with the leggings, who thereupon burst into a boisterous laugh, and was summarily cuffed by the long gamekeeper, who wanted a pretext for turning round, to hide his own merriment. </p> <p> - ‘Bravo, old fellow!’ said Wardle to Mr. Tupman; ‘you fired that time, at - all events.’ + ‘Bravo, old fellow!’ said Wardle to Mr. Tupman; ‘you fired that time, at + all events.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, yes,’ replied Mr. Tupman, with conscious pride. ‘I let it off.’ + ‘Oh, yes,’ replied Mr. Tupman, with conscious pride. ‘I let it off.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well done. You’ll hit something next time, if you look sharp. Very easy, - ain’t it?’ + ‘Well done. You’ll hit something next time, if you look sharp. Very easy, + ain’t it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, it’s very easy,’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘How it hurts one’s shoulder, + ‘Yes, it’s very easy,’ said Mr. Tupman. ‘How it hurts one’s shoulder, though. It nearly knocked me backwards. I had no idea these small firearms - kicked so.’ + kicked so.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said the old gentleman, smiling, ‘you’ll get used to it in time. Now - then—all ready—all right with the barrow there?’ + ‘Ah,’ said the old gentleman, smiling, ‘you’ll get used to it in time. Now + then—all ready—all right with the barrow there?’ </p> <p> - ‘All right, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘All right, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Come along, then.’ + ‘Come along, then.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hold hard, Sir,’ said Sam, raising the barrow. + ‘Hold hard, Sir,’ said Sam, raising the barrow. </p> <p> - ‘Aye, aye,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; and on they went, as briskly as need be. + ‘Aye, aye,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; and on they went, as briskly as need be. </p> <p> - ‘Keep that barrow back now,’ cried Wardle, when it had been hoisted over a + ‘Keep that barrow back now,’ cried Wardle, when it had been hoisted over a stile into another field, and Mr. Pickwick had been deposited in it once more. </p> <p> - ‘All right, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, pausing. + ‘All right, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, pausing. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Winkle,’ said the old gentleman, ‘follow me softly, and don’t be too - late this time.’ + ‘Now, Winkle,’ said the old gentleman, ‘follow me softly, and don’t be too + late this time.’ </p> <p> - ‘Never fear,’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘Are they pointing?’ + ‘Never fear,’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘Are they pointing?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no; not now. Quietly now, quietly.’ On they crept, and very quietly + ‘No, no; not now. Quietly now, quietly.’ On they crept, and very quietly they would have advanced, if Mr. Winkle, in the performance of some very intricate evolutions with his gun, had not accidentally fired, at the most - critical moment, over the boy’s head, exactly in the very spot where the - tall man’s brain would have been, had he been there instead. + critical moment, over the boy’s head, exactly in the very spot where the + tall man’s brain would have been, had he been there instead. </p> <p> - ‘Why, what on earth did you do that for?’ said old Wardle, as the birds + ‘Why, what on earth did you do that for?’ said old Wardle, as the birds flew unharmed away. </p> <p> - ‘I never saw such a gun in my life,’ replied poor Mr. Winkle, looking at - the lock, as if that would do any good. ‘It goes off of its own accord. It - <i>will </i>do it.’ + ‘I never saw such a gun in my life,’ replied poor Mr. Winkle, looking at + the lock, as if that would do any good. ‘It goes off of its own accord. It + <i>will </i>do it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Will do it!’ echoed Wardle, with something of irritation in his manner. - ‘I wish it would kill something of its own accord.’ + ‘Will do it!’ echoed Wardle, with something of irritation in his manner. + ‘I wish it would kill something of its own accord.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’ll do that afore long, Sir,’ observed the tall man, in a low, + ‘It’ll do that afore long, Sir,’ observed the tall man, in a low, prophetic voice. </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by that observation, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, angrily. + ‘What do you mean by that observation, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, angrily. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind, Sir, never mind,’ replied the long gamekeeper; ‘I’ve no - family myself, sir; and this here boy’s mother will get something handsome - from Sir Geoffrey, if he’s killed on his land. Load again, Sir, load - again.’ + ‘Never mind, Sir, never mind,’ replied the long gamekeeper; ‘I’ve no + family myself, sir; and this here boy’s mother will get something handsome + from Sir Geoffrey, if he’s killed on his land. Load again, Sir, load + again.’ </p> <p> - ‘Take away his gun,’ cried Mr. Pickwick from the barrow, horror-stricken - at the long man’s dark insinuations. ‘Take away his gun, do you hear, - somebody?’ + ‘Take away his gun,’ cried Mr. Pickwick from the barrow, horror-stricken + at the long man’s dark insinuations. ‘Take away his gun, do you hear, + somebody?’ </p> <p> Nobody, however, volunteered to obey the command; and Mr. Winkle, after @@ -14381,7 +14313,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> We are bound, on the authority of Mr. Pickwick, to state, that Mr. - Tupman’s mode of proceeding evinced far more of prudence and deliberation, + Tupman’s mode of proceeding evinced far more of prudence and deliberation, than that adopted by Mr. Winkle. Still, this by no means detracts from the great authority of the latter gentleman, on all matters connected with the field; because, as Mr. Pickwick beautifully observes, it has somehow or @@ -14390,11 +14322,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger theory, have been wholly unable to reduce them to practice. </p> <p> - Mr. Tupman’s process, like many of our most sublime discoveries, was + Mr. Tupman’s process, like many of our most sublime discoveries, was extremely simple. With the quickness and penetration of a man of genius, - he had at once observed that the two great points to be attained were—first, + he had at once observed that the two great points to be attained were—first, to discharge his piece without injury to himself, and, secondly, to do so, - without danger to the bystanders—obviously, the best thing to do, + without danger to the bystanders—obviously, the best thing to do, after surmounting the difficulty of firing at all, was to shut his eyes firmly, and fire into the air. </p> @@ -14406,17 +14338,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger by the hand. </p> <p> - ‘Tupman,’ said the old gentleman, ‘you singled out that particular bird?’ + ‘Tupman,’ said the old gentleman, ‘you singled out that particular bird?’ </p> <p> - ‘No,’ said Mr. Tupman—‘no.’ + ‘No,’ said Mr. Tupman—‘no.’ </p> <p> - ‘You did,’ said Wardle. ‘I saw you do it—I observed you pick him out—I + ‘You did,’ said Wardle. ‘I saw you do it—I observed you pick him out—I noticed you, as you raised your piece to take aim; and I will say this, that the best shot in existence could not have done it more beautifully. You are an older hand at this than I thought you, Tupman; you have been - out before.’ + out before.’ </p> <p> It was in vain for Mr. Tupman to protest, with a smile of self-denial, @@ -14433,93 +14365,93 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a rather uncertain and precarious tenure. As a display of fancy-shooting, it was extremely varied and curious; as an exhibition of firing with any precise object, it was, upon the whole, perhaps a failure. It is an - established axiom, that ‘every bullet has its billet.’ If it apply in an + established axiom, that ‘every bullet has its billet.’ If it apply in an equal degree to shot, those of Mr. Winkle were unfortunate foundlings, deprived of their natural rights, cast loose upon the world, and billeted nowhere. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Wardle, walking up to the side of the barrow, and wiping the - streams of perspiration from his jolly red face; ‘smoking day, isn’t it?’ + ‘Well,’ said Wardle, walking up to the side of the barrow, and wiping the + streams of perspiration from his jolly red face; ‘smoking day, isn’t it?’ </p> <p> - ‘It is, indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. The sun is tremendously hot, even - to me. I don’t know how you must feel it.’ + ‘It is, indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. The sun is tremendously hot, even + to me. I don’t know how you must feel it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ said the old gentleman, ‘pretty hot. It’s past twelve, though. You - see that green hill there?’ + ‘Why,’ said the old gentleman, ‘pretty hot. It’s past twelve, though. You + see that green hill there?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly.’ + ‘Certainly.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s the place where we are to lunch; and, by Jove, there’s the boy - with the basket, punctual as clockwork!’ + ‘That’s the place where we are to lunch; and, by Jove, there’s the boy + with the basket, punctual as clockwork!’ </p> <p> - ‘So he is,’ said Mr. Pickwick, brightening up. ‘Good boy, that. I’ll give - him a shilling, presently. Now, then, Sam, wheel away.’ + ‘So he is,’ said Mr. Pickwick, brightening up. ‘Good boy, that. I’ll give + him a shilling, presently. Now, then, Sam, wheel away.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hold on, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, invigorated with the prospect of - refreshments. ‘Out of the vay, young leathers. If you walley my precious - life don’t upset me, as the gen’l’m’n said to the driver when they was - a-carryin’ him to Tyburn.’ And quickening his pace to a sharp run, Mr. + ‘Hold on, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, invigorated with the prospect of + refreshments. ‘Out of the vay, young leathers. If you walley my precious + life don’t upset me, as the gen’l’m’n said to the driver when they was + a-carryin’ him to Tyburn.’ And quickening his pace to a sharp run, Mr. Weller wheeled his master nimbly to the green hill, shot him dexterously out by the very side of the basket, and proceeded to unpack it with the utmost despatch. </p> <p> - ‘Weal pie,’ said Mr. Weller, soliloquising, as he arranged the eatables on - the grass. ‘Wery good thing is weal pie, when you know the lady as made - it, and is quite sure it ain’t kittens; and arter all though, where’s the - odds, when they’re so like weal that the wery piemen themselves don’t know - the difference?’ + ‘Weal pie,’ said Mr. Weller, soliloquising, as he arranged the eatables on + the grass. ‘Wery good thing is weal pie, when you know the lady as made + it, and is quite sure it ain’t kittens; and arter all though, where’s the + odds, when they’re so like weal that the wery piemen themselves don’t know + the difference?’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t they, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Don’t they, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Not they, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, touching his hat. ‘I lodged in the - same house vith a pieman once, sir, and a wery nice man he was—reg’lar - clever chap, too—make pies out o’ anything, he could. “What a number - o’ cats you keep, Mr. Brooks,” says I, when I’d got intimate with him. - “Ah,” says he, “I do—a good many,” says he, “You must be wery fond - o’ cats,” says I. “Other people is,” says he, a-winkin’ at me; “they ain’t - in season till the winter though,” says he. “Not in season!” says I. “No,” - says he, “fruits is in, cats is out.” “Why, what do you mean?” says I. - “Mean!” says he. “That I’ll never be a party to the combination o’ the - butchers, to keep up the price o’ meat,” says he. “Mr. Weller,” says he, - a-squeezing my hand wery hard, and vispering in my ear—“don’t - mention this here agin—but it’s the seasonin’ as does it. They’re - all made o’ them noble animals,” says he, a-pointin’ to a wery nice little - tabby kitten, “and I seasons ‘em for beefsteak, weal or kidney, ‘cording - to the demand. And more than that,” says he, “I can make a weal a - beef-steak, or a beef-steak a kidney, or any one on ‘em a mutton, at a - minute’s notice, just as the market changes, and appetites wary!”’ + ‘Not they, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, touching his hat. ‘I lodged in the + same house vith a pieman once, sir, and a wery nice man he was—reg’lar + clever chap, too—make pies out o’ anything, he could. “What a number + o’ cats you keep, Mr. Brooks,” says I, when I’d got intimate with him. + “Ah,” says he, “I do—a good many,” says he, “You must be wery fond + o’ cats,” says I. “Other people is,” says he, a-winkin’ at me; “they ain’t + in season till the winter though,” says he. “Not in season!” says I. “No,” + says he, “fruits is in, cats is out.” “Why, what do you mean?” says I. + “Mean!” says he. “That I’ll never be a party to the combination o’ the + butchers, to keep up the price o’ meat,” says he. “Mr. Weller,” says he, + a-squeezing my hand wery hard, and vispering in my ear—“don’t + mention this here agin—but it’s the seasonin’ as does it. They’re + all made o’ them noble animals,” says he, a-pointin’ to a wery nice little + tabby kitten, “and I seasons ‘em for beefsteak, weal or kidney, ‘cording + to the demand. And more than that,” says he, “I can make a weal a + beef-steak, or a beef-steak a kidney, or any one on ‘em a mutton, at a + minute’s notice, just as the market changes, and appetites wary!”’ </p> <p> - ‘He must have been a very ingenious young man, that, Sam,’ said Mr. + ‘He must have been a very ingenious young man, that, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a slight shudder. </p> <p> - ‘Just was, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, continuing his occupation of emptying - the basket, ‘and the pies was beautiful. Tongue—, well that’s a wery - good thing when it ain’t a woman’s. Bread—knuckle o’ ham, reg’lar - picter—cold beef in slices, wery good. What’s in them stone jars, - young touch-and-go?’ + ‘Just was, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, continuing his occupation of emptying + the basket, ‘and the pies was beautiful. Tongue—, well that’s a wery + good thing when it ain’t a woman’s. Bread—knuckle o’ ham, reg’lar + picter—cold beef in slices, wery good. What’s in them stone jars, + young touch-and-go?’ </p> <p> - ‘Beer in this one,’ replied the boy, taking from his shoulder a couple of - large stone bottles, fastened together by a leathern strap—‘cold - punch in t’other.’ + ‘Beer in this one,’ replied the boy, taking from his shoulder a couple of + large stone bottles, fastened together by a leathern strap—‘cold + punch in t’other.’ </p> <p> - ‘And a wery good notion of a lunch it is, take it altogether,’ said Mr. + ‘And a wery good notion of a lunch it is, take it altogether,’ said Mr. Weller, surveying his arrangement of the repast with great satisfaction. - ‘Now, gen’l’m’n, “fall on,” as the English said to the French when they - fixed bagginets.’ + ‘Now, gen’l’m’n, “fall on,” as the English said to the French when they + fixed bagginets.’ </p> <p> It needed no second invitation to induce the party to yield full justice @@ -14531,50 +14463,50 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hedges, and richly ornamented with wood, lay spread out before them. </p> <p> - ‘This is delightful—thoroughly delightful!’ said Mr. Pickwick; the + ‘This is delightful—thoroughly delightful!’ said Mr. Pickwick; the skin of whose expressive countenance was rapidly peeling off, with exposure to the sun. </p> <p> - ‘So it is—so it is, old fellow,’ replied Wardle. ‘Come; a glass of - punch!’ + ‘So it is—so it is, old fellow,’ replied Wardle. ‘Come; a glass of + punch!’ </p> <p> - ‘With great pleasure,’ said Mr. Pickwick; the satisfaction of whose + ‘With great pleasure,’ said Mr. Pickwick; the satisfaction of whose countenance, after drinking it, bore testimony to the sincerity of the reply. </p> <p> - ‘Good,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smacking his lips. ‘Very good. I’ll take - another. Cool; very cool. Come, gentlemen,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, still - retaining his hold upon the jar, ‘a toast. Our friends at Dingley Dell.’ + ‘Good,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smacking his lips. ‘Very good. I’ll take + another. Cool; very cool. Come, gentlemen,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, still + retaining his hold upon the jar, ‘a toast. Our friends at Dingley Dell.’ </p> <p> The toast was drunk with loud acclamations. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll tell you what I shall do, to get up my shooting again,’ said Mr. - Winkle, who was eating bread and ham with a pocket-knife. ‘I’ll put a + ‘I’ll tell you what I shall do, to get up my shooting again,’ said Mr. + Winkle, who was eating bread and ham with a pocket-knife. ‘I’ll put a stuffed partridge on the top of a post, and practise at it, beginning at a - short distance, and lengthening it by degrees. I understand it’s capital - practice.’ + short distance, and lengthening it by degrees. I understand it’s capital + practice.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know a gen’l’man, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘as did that, and begun at two + ‘I know a gen’l’man, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘as did that, and begun at two yards; but he never tried it on agin; for he blowed the bird right clean - away at the first fire, and nobody ever seed a feather on him arterwards.’ + away at the first fire, and nobody ever seed a feather on him arterwards.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Have the goodness to reserve your anecdotes till they are called for.’ + ‘Have the goodness to reserve your anecdotes till they are called for.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly, sir.’ + ‘Cert’nly, sir.’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Weller winked the eye which was not concealed by the beer-can he @@ -14583,12 +14515,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to smile. </p> <p> - ‘Well, that certainly is most capital cold punch,’ said Mr. Pickwick, - looking earnestly at the stone bottle; ‘and the day is extremely warm, and—Tupman, - my dear friend, a glass of punch?’ + ‘Well, that certainly is most capital cold punch,’ said Mr. Pickwick, + looking earnestly at the stone bottle; ‘and the day is extremely warm, and—Tupman, + my dear friend, a glass of punch?’ </p> <p> - ‘With the greatest delight,’ replied Mr. Tupman; and having drank that + ‘With the greatest delight,’ replied Mr. Tupman; and having drank that glass, Mr. Pickwick took another, just to see whether there was any orange peel in the punch, because orange peel always disagreed with him; and finding that there was not, Mr. Pickwick took another glass to the health @@ -14614,7 +14546,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger it would be better for Mr. Weller to wheel his master back again, or to leave him where he was, until they should all be ready to return. The latter course was at length decided on; and as the further expedition was - not to exceed an hour’s duration, and as Mr. Weller begged very hard to be + not to exceed an hour’s duration, and as Mr. Weller begged very hard to be one of the party, it was determined to leave Mr. Pickwick asleep in the barrow, and to call for him on their return. So away they went, leaving Mr. Pickwick snoring most comfortably in the shade. @@ -14633,8 +14565,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger it in company with a thick rattan stick with a brass ferrule, and a gardener and sub-gardener with meek faces, to whom (the gardeners, not the stick) Captain Boldwig gave his orders with all due grandeur and ferocity; - for Captain Boldwig’s wife’s sister had married a marquis, and the - captain’s house was a villa, and his land ‘grounds,’ and it was all very + for Captain Boldwig’s wife’s sister had married a marquis, and the + captain’s house was a villa, and his land ‘grounds,’ and it was all very high, and mighty, and great. </p> <p> @@ -14647,63 +14579,63 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and summoned the head-gardener. </p> <p> - ‘Hunt,’ said Captain Boldwig. + ‘Hunt,’ said Captain Boldwig. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir,’ said the gardener. + ‘Yes, Sir,’ said the gardener. </p> <p> - ‘Roll this place to-morrow morning—do you hear, Hunt?’ + ‘Roll this place to-morrow morning—do you hear, Hunt?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir.’ + ‘Yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘And take care that you keep this place in good order—do you hear, - Hunt?’ + ‘And take care that you keep this place in good order—do you hear, + Hunt?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir.’ + ‘Yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘And remind me to have a board done about trespassers, and spring guns, + ‘And remind me to have a board done about trespassers, and spring guns, and all that sort of thing, to keep the common people out. Do you hear, - Hunt; do you hear?’ + Hunt; do you hear?’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll not forget it, Sir.’ + ‘I’ll not forget it, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, Sir,’ said the other man, advancing, with his hand to + ‘I beg your pardon, Sir,’ said the other man, advancing, with his hand to his hat. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Wilkins, what’s the matter with you?’ said Captain Boldwig. + ‘Well, Wilkins, what’s the matter with you?’ said Captain Boldwig. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, sir—but I think there have been trespassers here - to-day.’ + ‘I beg your pardon, sir—but I think there have been trespassers here + to-day.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ha!’ said the captain, scowling around him. + ‘Ha!’ said the captain, scowling around him. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir—they have been dining here, I think, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir—they have been dining here, I think, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, damn their audacity, so they have,’ said Captain Boldwig, as the - crumbs and fragments that were strewn upon the grass met his eye. ‘They + ‘Why, damn their audacity, so they have,’ said Captain Boldwig, as the + crumbs and fragments that were strewn upon the grass met his eye. ‘They have actually been devouring their food here. I wish I had the vagabonds - here!’ said the captain, clenching the thick stick. + here!’ said the captain, clenching the thick stick. </p> <p> - ‘I wish I had the vagabonds here,’ said the captain wrathfully. + ‘I wish I had the vagabonds here,’ said the captain wrathfully. </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said Wilkins, ‘but—’ + ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said Wilkins, ‘but—’ </p> <p> - ‘But what? Eh?’ roared the captain; and following the timid glance of + ‘But what? Eh?’ roared the captain; and following the timid glance of Wilkins, his eyes encountered the wheel-barrow and Mr. Pickwick. </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> @@ -14713,49 +14645,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0368.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Who are you, you rascal?’ said the captain, administering several pokes - to Mr. Pickwick’s body with the thick stick. ‘What’s your name?’ + ‘Who are you, you rascal?’ said the captain, administering several pokes + to Mr. Pickwick’s body with the thick stick. ‘What’s your name?’ </p> <p> - ‘Cold punch,’ murmured Mr. Pickwick, as he sank to sleep again. + ‘Cold punch,’ murmured Mr. Pickwick, as he sank to sleep again. </p> <p> - ‘What?’ demanded Captain Boldwig. + ‘What?’ demanded Captain Boldwig. </p> <p> No reply. </p> <p> - ‘What did he say his name was?’ asked the captain. + ‘What did he say his name was?’ asked the captain. </p> <p> - ‘Punch, I think, sir,’ replied Wilkins. + ‘Punch, I think, sir,’ replied Wilkins. </p> <p> - ‘That’s his impudence—that’s his confounded impudence,’ said Captain - Boldwig. ‘He’s only feigning to be asleep now,’ said the captain, in a - high passion. ‘He’s drunk; he’s a drunken plebeian. Wheel him away, - Wilkins, wheel him away directly.’ + ‘That’s his impudence—that’s his confounded impudence,’ said Captain + Boldwig. ‘He’s only feigning to be asleep now,’ said the captain, in a + high passion. ‘He’s drunk; he’s a drunken plebeian. Wheel him away, + Wilkins, wheel him away directly.’ </p> <p> - Where shall I wheel him to, sir?’ inquired Wilkins, with great timidity. + Where shall I wheel him to, sir?’ inquired Wilkins, with great timidity. </p> <p> - ‘Wheel him to the devil,’ replied Captain Boldwig. + ‘Wheel him to the devil,’ replied Captain Boldwig. </p> <p> - ‘Very well, sir,’ said Wilkins. + ‘Very well, sir,’ said Wilkins. </p> <p> - ‘Stay,’ said the captain. + ‘Stay,’ said the captain. </p> <p> Wilkins stopped accordingly. </p> <p> - ‘Wheel him,’ said the captain—‘wheel him to the pound; and let us + ‘Wheel him,’ said the captain—‘wheel him to the pound; and let us see whether he calls himself Punch when he comes to himself. He shall not - bully me—he shall not bully me. Wheel him away.’ + bully me—he shall not bully me. Wheel him away.’ </p> <p> Away Mr. Pickwick was wheeled in compliance with this imperious mandate; @@ -14770,7 +14702,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger notice, and walked off, would have been most extraordinary; but when it came to his wheeling a heavy barrow before him, by way of amusement, it grew positively miraculous. They searched every nook and corner round, - together and separately; they shouted, whistled, laughed, called—and + together and separately; they shouted, whistled, laughed, called—and all with the same result. Mr. Pickwick was not to be found. After some hours of fruitless search, they arrived at the unwelcome conclusion that they must go home without him. @@ -14782,35 +14714,35 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the whole population, who had gathered round, in expectation of his waking. If their most intense gratification had been awakened by seeing him wheeled in, how many hundredfold was their joy increased when, after a - few indistinct cries of ‘Sam!’ he sat up in the barrow, and gazed with + few indistinct cries of ‘Sam!’ he sat up in the barrow, and gazed with indescribable astonishment on the faces before him. </p> <p> A general shout was of course the signal of his having woke up; and his - involuntary inquiry of ‘What’s the matter?’ occasioned another, louder + involuntary inquiry of ‘What’s the matter?’ occasioned another, louder than the first, if possible. </p> <p> - ‘Here’s a game!’ roared the populace. + ‘Here’s a game!’ roared the populace. </p> <p> - ‘Where am I?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Where am I?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘In the pound,’ replied the mob. + ‘In the pound,’ replied the mob. </p> <p> - ‘How came I here? What was I doing? Where was I brought from?’ + ‘How came I here? What was I doing? Where was I brought from?’ </p> <p> - Boldwig! Captain Boldwig!’ was the only reply. + Boldwig! Captain Boldwig!’ was the only reply. </p> <p> - ‘Let me out,’ cried Mr. Pickwick. ‘Where’s my servant? Where are my - friends?’ + ‘Let me out,’ cried Mr. Pickwick. ‘Where’s my servant? Where are my + friends?’ </p> <p> - ‘You ain’t got no friends. Hurrah!’ Then there came a turnip, then a + ‘You ain’t got no friends. Hurrah!’ Then there came a turnip, then a potato, and then an egg; with a few other little tokens of the playful disposition of the many-headed. </p> @@ -14819,43 +14751,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger suffered, no one can tell, had not a carriage, which was driving swiftly by, suddenly pulled up, from whence there descended old Wardle and Sam Weller, the former of whom, in far less time than it takes to write it, if - not to read it, had made his way to Mr. Pickwick’s side, and placed him in + not to read it, had made his way to Mr. Pickwick’s side, and placed him in the vehicle, just as the latter had concluded the third and last round of a single combat with the town-beadle. </p> <p> - ‘Run to the justice’s!’ cried a dozen voices. + ‘Run to the justice’s!’ cried a dozen voices. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, run avay,’ said Mr. Weller, jumping up on the box. ‘Give my - compliments—Mr. Veller’s compliments—to the justice, and tell - him I’ve spiled his beadle, and that, if he’ll swear in a new ‘un, I’ll - come back again to-morrow and spile him. Drive on, old feller.’ + ‘Ah, run avay,’ said Mr. Weller, jumping up on the box. ‘Give my + compliments—Mr. Veller’s compliments—to the justice, and tell + him I’ve spiled his beadle, and that, if he’ll swear in a new ‘un, I’ll + come back again to-morrow and spile him. Drive on, old feller.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll give directions for the commencement of an action for false - imprisonment against this Captain Boldwig, directly I get to London,’ said + ‘I’ll give directions for the commencement of an action for false + imprisonment against this Captain Boldwig, directly I get to London,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as soon as the carriage turned out of the town. </p> <p> - ‘We were trespassing, it seems,’ said Wardle. + ‘We were trespassing, it seems,’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t care,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I’ll bring the action.’ + ‘I don’t care,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I’ll bring the action.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, you won’t,’ said Wardle. + ‘No, you won’t,’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘I will, by—’ But as there was a humorous expression in Wardle’s - face, Mr. Pickwick checked himself, and said, ‘Why not?’ + ‘I will, by—’ But as there was a humorous expression in Wardle’s + face, Mr. Pickwick checked himself, and said, ‘Why not?’ </p> <p> - ‘Because,’ said old Wardle, half-bursting with laughter, ‘because they - might turn on some of us, and say we had taken too much cold punch.’ + ‘Because,’ said old Wardle, half-bursting with laughter, ‘because they + might turn on some of us, and say we had taken too much cold punch.’ </p> <p> - Do what he would, a smile would come into Mr. Pickwick’s face; the smile + Do what he would, a smile would come into Mr. Pickwick’s face; the smile extended into a laugh; the laugh into a roar; the roar became general. So, to keep up their good-humour, they stopped at the first roadside tavern they came to, and ordered a glass of brandy-and-water all round, with a @@ -14877,18 +14809,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n the ground-floor - front of a dingy house, at the very farthest end of Freeman’s Court, + front of a dingy house, at the very farthest end of Freeman’s Court, Cornhill, sat the four clerks of Messrs. Dodson & Fogg, two of his - Majesty’s attorneys of the courts of King’s Bench and Common Pleas at - Westminster, and solicitors of the High Court of Chancery—the - aforesaid clerks catching as favourable glimpses of heaven’s light and - heaven’s sun, in the course of their daily labours, as a man might hope to + Majesty’s attorneys of the courts of King’s Bench and Common Pleas at + Westminster, and solicitors of the High Court of Chancery—the + aforesaid clerks catching as favourable glimpses of heaven’s light and + heaven’s sun, in the course of their daily labours, as a man might hope to do, were he placed at the bottom of a reasonably deep well; and without the opportunity of perceiving the stars in the day-time, which the latter secluded situation affords. </p> <p> - The clerks’ office of Messrs. Dodson & Fogg was a dark, mouldy, + The clerks’ office of Messrs. Dodson & Fogg was a dark, mouldy, earthy-smelling room, with a high wainscotted partition to screen the clerks from the vulgar gaze, a couple of old wooden chairs, a very loud-ticking clock, an almanac, an umbrella-stand, a row of hat-pegs, and @@ -14901,16 +14833,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a faithful narration is given in the last chapter. </p> <p> - ‘Come in, can’t you!’ cried a voice from behind the partition, in reply to - Mr. Pickwick’s gentle tap at the door. And Mr. Pickwick and Sam entered + ‘Come in, can’t you!’ cried a voice from behind the partition, in reply to + Mr. Pickwick’s gentle tap at the door. And Mr. Pickwick and Sam entered accordingly. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Dodson or Mr. Fogg at home, sir?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, gently, + ‘Mr. Dodson or Mr. Fogg at home, sir?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, gently, advancing, hat in hand, towards the partition. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Dodson ain’t at home, and Mr. Fogg’s particularly engaged,’ replied + ‘Mr. Dodson ain’t at home, and Mr. Fogg’s particularly engaged,’ replied the voice; and at the same time the head to which the voice belonged, with a pen behind its ear, looked over the partition, and at Mr. Pickwick. </p> @@ -14922,20 +14854,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger stock. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Dodson ain’t at home, and Mr. Fogg’s particularly engaged,’ said the + ‘Mr. Dodson ain’t at home, and Mr. Fogg’s particularly engaged,’ said the man to whom the head belonged. </p> <p> - ‘When will Mr. Dodson be back, sir?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘When will Mr. Dodson be back, sir?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Can’t say.’ + ‘Can’t say.’ </p> <p> - ‘Will it be long before Mr. Fogg is disengaged, Sir?’ + ‘Will it be long before Mr. Fogg is disengaged, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t know.’ + ‘Don’t know.’ </p> <p> Here the man proceeded to mend his pen with great deliberation, while @@ -14943,75 +14875,75 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his desk, laughed approvingly. </p> <p> - ‘I think I’ll wait,’ said Mr. Pickwick. There was no reply; so Mr. + ‘I think I’ll wait,’ said Mr. Pickwick. There was no reply; so Mr. Pickwick sat down unbidden, and listened to the loud ticking of the clock and the murmured conversation of the clerks. </p> <p> - ‘That was a game, wasn’t it?’ said one of the gentlemen, in a brown coat + ‘That was a game, wasn’t it?’ said one of the gentlemen, in a brown coat and brass buttons, inky drabs, and bluchers, at the conclusion of some - inaudible relation of his previous evening’s adventures. + inaudible relation of his previous evening’s adventures. </p> <p> - ‘Devilish good—devilish good,’ said the Seidlitz-powder man. + ‘Devilish good—devilish good,’ said the Seidlitz-powder man. </p> <p> - ‘Tom Cummins was in the chair,’ said the man with the brown coat. ‘It was + ‘Tom Cummins was in the chair,’ said the man with the brown coat. ‘It was half-past four when I got to Somers Town, and then I was so uncommon - lushy, that I couldn’t find the place where the latch-key went in, and was - obliged to knock up the old ‘ooman. I say, I wonder what old Fogg ‘ud say, - if he knew it. I should get the sack, I s’pose—eh?’ + lushy, that I couldn’t find the place where the latch-key went in, and was + obliged to knock up the old ‘ooman. I say, I wonder what old Fogg ‘ud say, + if he knew it. I should get the sack, I s’pose—eh?’ </p> <p> At this humorous notion, all the clerks laughed in concert. </p> <p> - ‘There was such a game with Fogg here, this mornin’,’ said the man in the - brown coat, ‘while Jack was upstairs sorting the papers, and you two were + ‘There was such a game with Fogg here, this mornin’,’ said the man in the + brown coat, ‘while Jack was upstairs sorting the papers, and you two were gone to the stamp-office. Fogg was down here, opening the letters when - that chap as we issued the writ against at Camberwell, you know, came in—what’s - his name again?’ + that chap as we issued the writ against at Camberwell, you know, came in—what’s + his name again?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ramsey,’ said the clerk who had spoken to Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Ramsey,’ said the clerk who had spoken to Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, Ramsey—a precious seedy-looking customer. “Well, sir,” says old - Fogg, looking at him very fierce—you know his way—“well, Sir, - have you come to settle?” “Yes, I have, sir,” said Ramsey, putting his - hand in his pocket, and bringing out the money, “the debt’s two pound ten, - and the costs three pound five, and here it is, Sir;” and he sighed like + ‘Ah, Ramsey—a precious seedy-looking customer. “Well, sir,” says old + Fogg, looking at him very fierce—you know his way—“well, Sir, + have you come to settle?” “Yes, I have, sir,” said Ramsey, putting his + hand in his pocket, and bringing out the money, “the debt’s two pound ten, + and the costs three pound five, and here it is, Sir;” and he sighed like bricks, as he lugged out the money, done up in a bit of blotting-paper. Old Fogg looked first at the money, and then at him, and then he coughed - in his rum way, so that I knew something was coming. “You don’t know - there’s a declaration filed, which increases the costs materially, I - suppose,” said Fogg. “You don’t say that, sir,” said Ramsey, starting - back; “the time was only out last night, Sir.” “I do say it, though,” said - Fogg, “my clerk’s just gone to file it. Hasn’t Mr. Jackson gone to file - that declaration in Bullman and Ramsey, Mr. Wicks?” Of course I said yes, - and then Fogg coughed again, and looked at Ramsey. “My God!” said Ramsey; - “and here have I nearly driven myself mad, scraping this money together, - and all to no purpose.” “None at all,” said Fogg coolly; “so you had - better go back and scrape some more together, and bring it here in time.” - “I can’t get it, by God!” said Ramsey, striking the desk with his fist. - “Don’t bully me, sir,” said Fogg, getting into a passion on purpose. “I am - not bullying you, sir,” said Ramsey. “You are,” said Fogg; “get out, sir; + in his rum way, so that I knew something was coming. “You don’t know + there’s a declaration filed, which increases the costs materially, I + suppose,” said Fogg. “You don’t say that, sir,” said Ramsey, starting + back; “the time was only out last night, Sir.” “I do say it, though,” said + Fogg, “my clerk’s just gone to file it. Hasn’t Mr. Jackson gone to file + that declaration in Bullman and Ramsey, Mr. Wicks?” Of course I said yes, + and then Fogg coughed again, and looked at Ramsey. “My God!” said Ramsey; + “and here have I nearly driven myself mad, scraping this money together, + and all to no purpose.” “None at all,” said Fogg coolly; “so you had + better go back and scrape some more together, and bring it here in time.” + “I can’t get it, by God!” said Ramsey, striking the desk with his fist. + “Don’t bully me, sir,” said Fogg, getting into a passion on purpose. “I am + not bullying you, sir,” said Ramsey. “You are,” said Fogg; “get out, sir; get out of this office, Sir, and come back, Sir, when you know how to - behave yourself.” Well, Ramsey tried to speak, but Fogg wouldn’t let him, + behave yourself.” Well, Ramsey tried to speak, but Fogg wouldn’t let him, so he put the money in his pocket, and sneaked out. The door was scarcely shut, when old Fogg turned round to me, with a sweet smile on his face, - and drew the declaration out of his coat pocket. “Here, Wicks,” says Fogg, - “take a cab, and go down to the Temple as quick as you can, and file that. - The costs are quite safe, for he’s a steady man with a large family, at a + and drew the declaration out of his coat pocket. “Here, Wicks,” says Fogg, + “take a cab, and go down to the Temple as quick as you can, and file that. + The costs are quite safe, for he’s a steady man with a large family, at a salary of five-and-twenty shillings a week, and if he gives us a warrant of attorney, as he must in the end, I know his employers will see it paid; - so we may as well get all we can get out of him, Mr. Wicks; it’s a + so we may as well get all we can get out of him, Mr. Wicks; it’s a Christian act to do it, Mr. Wicks, for with his large family and small - income, he’ll be all the better for a good lesson against getting into - debt—won’t he, Mr. Wicks, won’t he?”—and he smiled so + income, he’ll be all the better for a good lesson against getting into + debt—won’t he, Mr. Wicks, won’t he?”—and he smiled so good-naturedly as he went away, that it was delightful to see him. He is a - capital man of business,’ said Wicks, in a tone of the deepest admiration, - ‘capital, isn’t he?’ + capital man of business,’ said Wicks, in a tone of the deepest admiration, + ‘capital, isn’t he?’ </p> <p> The other three cordially subscribed to this opinion, and the anecdote @@ -15024,8 +14956,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0376.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Nice men these here, Sir,’ whispered Mr. Weller to his master; ‘wery nice - notion of fun they has, Sir.’ + ‘Nice men these here, Sir,’ whispered Mr. Weller to his master; ‘wery nice + notion of fun they has, Sir.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick nodded assent, and coughed to attract the attention of the @@ -15034,14 +14966,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger notice of the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘I wonder whether Fogg’s disengaged now?’ said Jackson. + ‘I wonder whether Fogg’s disengaged now?’ said Jackson. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll see,’ said Wicks, dismounting leisurely from his stool. ‘What name - shall I tell Mr. Fogg?’ + ‘I’ll see,’ said Wicks, dismounting leisurely from his stool. ‘What name + shall I tell Mr. Fogg?’ </p> <p> - ‘Pickwick,’ replied the illustrious subject of these memoirs. + ‘Pickwick,’ replied the illustrious subject of these memoirs. </p> <p> Mr. Jackson departed upstairs on his errand, and immediately returned with @@ -15049,21 +14981,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger delivered it, returned again to his desk. </p> <p> - ‘What did he say his name was?’ whispered Wicks. + ‘What did he say his name was?’ whispered Wicks. </p> <p> - ‘Pickwick,’ replied Jackson; ‘it’s the defendant in Bardell and Pickwick.’ + ‘Pickwick,’ replied Jackson; ‘it’s the defendant in Bardell and Pickwick.’ </p> <p> A sudden scraping of feet, mingled with the sound of suppressed laughter, was heard from behind the partition. </p> <p> - ‘They’re a-twiggin’ of you, Sir,’ whispered Mr. Weller. + ‘They’re a-twiggin’ of you, Sir,’ whispered Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Twigging of me, Sam!’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘what do you mean by twigging - me?’ + ‘Twigging of me, Sam!’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘what do you mean by twigging + me?’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller replied by pointing with his thumb over his shoulder, and Mr. @@ -15083,24 +15015,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Upstairs Mr. Pickwick did step accordingly, leaving Sam Weller below. The room door of the one-pair back, bore inscribed in legible characters the - imposing words, ‘Mr. Fogg’; and, having tapped thereat, and been desired + imposing words, ‘Mr. Fogg’; and, having tapped thereat, and been desired to come in, Jackson ushered Mr. Pickwick into the presence. </p> <p> - ‘Is Mr. Dodson in?’ inquired Mr. Fogg. + ‘Is Mr. Dodson in?’ inquired Mr. Fogg. </p> <p> - ‘Just come in, Sir,’ replied Jackson. + ‘Just come in, Sir,’ replied Jackson. </p> <p> - ‘Ask him to step here.’ + ‘Ask him to step here.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ Exit Jackson. + ‘Yes, sir.’ Exit Jackson. </p> <p> - ‘Take a seat, sir,’ said Fogg; ‘there is the paper, sir; my partner will - be here directly, and we can converse about this matter, sir.’ + ‘Take a seat, sir,’ said Fogg; ‘there is the paper, sir; my partner will + be here directly, and we can converse about this matter, sir.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick took a seat and the paper, but, instead of reading the @@ -15111,47 +15043,47 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger writing, and to have as much thought or feeling. </p> <p> - After a few minutes’ silence, Mr. Dodson, a plump, portly, stern-looking + After a few minutes’ silence, Mr. Dodson, a plump, portly, stern-looking man, with a loud voice, appeared; and the conversation commenced. </p> <p> - ‘This is Mr. Pickwick,’ said Fogg. + ‘This is Mr. Pickwick,’ said Fogg. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! You are the defendant, Sir, in Bardell and Pickwick?’ said Dodson. + ‘Ah! You are the defendant, Sir, in Bardell and Pickwick?’ said Dodson. </p> <p> - ‘I am, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I am, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Well, sir,’ said Dodson, ‘and what do you propose?’ + ‘Well, sir,’ said Dodson, ‘and what do you propose?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said Fogg, thrusting his hands into his trousers’ pockets, and - throwing himself back in his chair, ‘what do you propose, Mr Pickwick?’ + ‘Ah!’ said Fogg, thrusting his hands into his trousers’ pockets, and + throwing himself back in his chair, ‘what do you propose, Mr Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush, Fogg,’ said Dodson, ‘let me hear what Mr. Pickwick has to say.’ + ‘Hush, Fogg,’ said Dodson, ‘let me hear what Mr. Pickwick has to say.’ </p> <p> - ‘I came, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick, gazing placidly on the two - partners, ‘I came here, gentlemen, to express the surprise with which I + ‘I came, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick, gazing placidly on the two + partners, ‘I came here, gentlemen, to express the surprise with which I received your letter of the other day, and to inquire what grounds of - action you can have against me.’ + action you can have against me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Grounds of—’ Fogg had ejaculated this much, when he was stopped by + ‘Grounds of—’ Fogg had ejaculated this much, when he was stopped by Dodson. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Fogg,’ said Dodson, ‘I am going to speak.’ + ‘Mr. Fogg,’ said Dodson, ‘I am going to speak.’ </p> <p> - I beg your pardon, Mr. Dodson,’ said Fogg. + I beg your pardon, Mr. Dodson,’ said Fogg. </p> <p> - ‘For the grounds of action, sir,’ continued Dodson, with moral elevation - in his air, ‘you will consult your own conscience and your own feelings. + ‘For the grounds of action, sir,’ continued Dodson, with moral elevation + in his air, ‘you will consult your own conscience and your own feelings. We, Sir, we, are guided entirely by the statement of our client. That statement, Sir, may be true, or it may be false; it may be credible, or it may be incredible; but, if it be true, and if it be credible, I do not @@ -15159,143 +15091,143 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to be shaken. You may be an unfortunate man, Sir, or you may be a designing one; but if I were called upon, as a juryman upon my oath, Sir, to express an opinion of your conduct, Sir, I do not hesitate to assert - that I should have but one opinion about it.’ Here Dodson drew himself up, + that I should have but one opinion about it.’ Here Dodson drew himself up, with an air of offended virtue, and looked at Fogg, who thrust his hands farther in his pockets, and nodding his head sagely, said, in a tone of - the fullest concurrence, ‘Most certainly.’ + the fullest concurrence, ‘Most certainly.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with considerable pain depicted in his - countenance, ‘you will permit me to assure you that I am a most - unfortunate man, so far as this case is concerned.’ + ‘Well, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with considerable pain depicted in his + countenance, ‘you will permit me to assure you that I am a most + unfortunate man, so far as this case is concerned.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope you are, Sir,’ replied Dodson; ‘I trust you may be, Sir. If you + ‘I hope you are, Sir,’ replied Dodson; ‘I trust you may be, Sir. If you are really innocent of what is laid to your charge, you are more unfortunate than I had believed any man could possibly be. What do you - say, Mr. Fogg?’ + say, Mr. Fogg?’ </p> <p> - ‘I say precisely what you say,’ replied Fogg, with a smile of incredulity. + ‘I say precisely what you say,’ replied Fogg, with a smile of incredulity. </p> <p> - ‘The writ, Sir, which commences the action,’ continued Dodson, ‘was issued - regularly. Mr. Fogg, where is the <i>Praecipe </i>book?’ + ‘The writ, Sir, which commences the action,’ continued Dodson, ‘was issued + regularly. Mr. Fogg, where is the <i>Praecipe </i>book?’ </p> <p> - ‘Here it is,’ said Fogg, handing over a square book, with a parchment + ‘Here it is,’ said Fogg, handing over a square book, with a parchment cover. </p> <p> - ‘Here is the entry,’ resumed Dodson. ‘“Middlesex, Capias MARTHA BARDELL, + ‘Here is the entry,’ resumed Dodson. ‘“Middlesex, Capias MARTHA BARDELL, WIDOW, v. SAMUEL PICKWICK. Damages £1500. Dodson & Fogg for the - plaintiff, Aug. 28, 1827.” All regular, Sir; perfectly.’ Dodson coughed - and looked at Fogg, who said ‘Perfectly,’ also. And then they both looked + plaintiff, Aug. 28, 1827.” All regular, Sir; perfectly.’ Dodson coughed + and looked at Fogg, who said ‘Perfectly,’ also. And then they both looked at Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I am to understand, then,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that it really is your - intention to proceed with this action?’ + ‘I am to understand, then,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that it really is your + intention to proceed with this action?’ </p> <p> - ‘Understand, sir!—that you certainly may,’ replied Dodson, with + ‘Understand, sir!—that you certainly may,’ replied Dodson, with something as near a smile as his importance would allow. </p> <p> - ‘And that the damages are actually laid at fifteen hundred pounds?’ said + ‘And that the damages are actually laid at fifteen hundred pounds?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘To which understanding you may add my assurance, that if we could have + ‘To which understanding you may add my assurance, that if we could have prevailed upon our client, they would have been laid at treble the amount, - sir,’ replied Dodson. + sir,’ replied Dodson. </p> <p> - ‘I believe Mrs. Bardell specially said, however,’ observed Fogg, glancing - at Dodson, ‘that she would not compromise for a farthing less.’ + ‘I believe Mrs. Bardell specially said, however,’ observed Fogg, glancing + at Dodson, ‘that she would not compromise for a farthing less.’ </p> <p> - ‘Unquestionably,’ replied Dodson sternly. For the action was only just - begun; and it wouldn’t have done to let Mr. Pickwick compromise it then, + ‘Unquestionably,’ replied Dodson sternly. For the action was only just + begun; and it wouldn’t have done to let Mr. Pickwick compromise it then, even if he had been so disposed. </p> <p> - ‘As you offer no terms, sir,’ said Dodson, displaying a slip of parchment + ‘As you offer no terms, sir,’ said Dodson, displaying a slip of parchment in his right hand, and affectionately pressing a paper copy of it, on Mr. - Pickwick with his left, ‘I had better serve you with a copy of this writ, - sir. Here is the original, sir.’ + Pickwick with his left, ‘I had better serve you with a copy of this writ, + sir. Here is the original, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well, gentlemen, very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rising in person and - wrath at the same time; ‘you shall hear from my solicitor, gentlemen.’ + ‘Very well, gentlemen, very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rising in person and + wrath at the same time; ‘you shall hear from my solicitor, gentlemen.’ </p> <p> - ‘We shall be very happy to do so,’ said Fogg, rubbing his hands. + ‘We shall be very happy to do so,’ said Fogg, rubbing his hands. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said Dodson, opening the door. + ‘Very,’ said Dodson, opening the door. </p> <p> - ‘And before I go, gentlemen,’ said the excited Mr. Pickwick, turning round - on the landing, ‘permit me to say, that of all the disgraceful and - rascally proceedings—’ + ‘And before I go, gentlemen,’ said the excited Mr. Pickwick, turning round + on the landing, ‘permit me to say, that of all the disgraceful and + rascally proceedings—’ </p> <p> - ‘Stay, sir, stay,’ interposed Dodson, with great politeness. ‘Mr. Jackson! - Mr. Wicks!’ + ‘Stay, sir, stay,’ interposed Dodson, with great politeness. ‘Mr. Jackson! + Mr. Wicks!’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said the two clerks, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. + ‘Sir,’ said the two clerks, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. </p> <p> - ‘I merely want you to hear what this gentleman says,’ replied Dodson. - ‘Pray, go on, sir—disgraceful and rascally proceedings, I think you - said?’ + ‘I merely want you to hear what this gentleman says,’ replied Dodson. + ‘Pray, go on, sir—disgraceful and rascally proceedings, I think you + said?’ </p> <p> - ‘I did,’ said Mr. Pickwick, thoroughly roused. ‘I said, Sir, that of all + ‘I did,’ said Mr. Pickwick, thoroughly roused. ‘I said, Sir, that of all the disgraceful and rascally proceedings that ever were attempted, this is - the most so. I repeat it, sir.’ + the most so. I repeat it, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘You hear that, Mr. Wicks,’ said Dodson. + ‘You hear that, Mr. Wicks,’ said Dodson. </p> <p> - ‘You won’t forget these expressions, Mr. Jackson?’ said Fogg. + ‘You won’t forget these expressions, Mr. Jackson?’ said Fogg. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps you would like to call us swindlers, sir,’ said Dodson. ‘Pray do, - Sir, if you feel disposed; now pray do, Sir.’ + ‘Perhaps you would like to call us swindlers, sir,’ said Dodson. ‘Pray do, + Sir, if you feel disposed; now pray do, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I do,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘You <i>are </i>swindlers.’ + ‘I do,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘You <i>are </i>swindlers.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ said Dodson. ‘You can hear down there, I hope, Mr. Wicks?’ + ‘Very good,’ said Dodson. ‘You can hear down there, I hope, Mr. Wicks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, yes, Sir,’ said Wicks. + ‘Oh, yes, Sir,’ said Wicks. </p> <p> - ‘You had better come up a step or two higher, if you can’t,’ added Mr. - Fogg. ‘Go on, Sir; do go on. You had better call us thieves, Sir; or + ‘You had better come up a step or two higher, if you can’t,’ added Mr. + Fogg. ‘Go on, Sir; do go on. You had better call us thieves, Sir; or perhaps You would like to assault one of <i>us</i>. Pray do it, Sir, if - you would; we will not make the smallest resistance. Pray do it, Sir.’ + you would; we will not make the smallest resistance. Pray do it, Sir.’ </p> <p> - As Fogg put himself very temptingly within the reach of Mr. Pickwick’s + As Fogg put himself very temptingly within the reach of Mr. Pickwick’s clenched fist, there is little doubt that that gentleman would have complied with his earnest entreaty, but for the interposition of Sam, who, hearing the dispute, emerged from the office, mounted the stairs, and seized his master by the arm. </p> <p> - ‘You just come away,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Battledore and shuttlecock’s a - wery good game, vhen you ain’t the shuttlecock and two lawyers the - battledores, in which case it gets too excitin’ to be pleasant. Come avay, + ‘You just come away,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Battledore and shuttlecock’s a + wery good game, vhen you ain’t the shuttlecock and two lawyers the + battledores, in which case it gets too excitin’ to be pleasant. Come avay, Sir. If you want to ease your mind by blowing up somebody, come out into - the court and blow up me; but it’s rayther too expensive work to be - carried on here.’ + the court and blow up me; but it’s rayther too expensive work to be + carried on here.’ </p> <p> And without the slightest ceremony, Mr. Weller hauled his master down the @@ -15305,38 +15237,38 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Pickwick walked on abstractedly, crossed opposite the Mansion House, and bent his steps up Cheapside. Sam began to wonder where they were - going, when his master turned round, and said— + going, when his master turned round, and said— </p> <p> - ‘Sam, I will go immediately to Mr. Perker’s.’ + ‘Sam, I will go immediately to Mr. Perker’s.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s just exactly the wery place vere you ought to have gone last - night, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘That’s just exactly the wery place vere you ought to have gone last + night, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I think it is, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I think it is, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I <i>know </i>it is,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘I <i>know </i>it is,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Well, well, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘we will go there at once; but + ‘Well, well, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘we will go there at once; but first, as I have been rather ruffled, I should like a glass of - brandy-and-water warm, Sam. Where can I have it, Sam?’ + brandy-and-water warm, Sam. Where can I have it, Sam?’ </p> <p> - Mr. Weller’s knowledge of London was extensive and peculiar. He replied, - without the slightest consideration— + Mr. Weller’s knowledge of London was extensive and peculiar. He replied, + without the slightest consideration— </p> <p> - ‘Second court on the right hand side—last house but vun on the same - side the vay—take the box as stands in the first fireplace, ‘cos - there ain’t no leg in the middle o’ the table, which all the others has, - and it’s wery inconvenient.’ + ‘Second court on the right hand side—last house but vun on the same + side the vay—take the box as stands in the first fireplace, ‘cos + there ain’t no leg in the middle o’ the table, which all the others has, + and it’s wery inconvenient.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick observed his valet’s directions implicitly, and bidding Sam + Mr. Pickwick observed his valet’s directions implicitly, and bidding Sam follow him, entered the tavern he had pointed out, where the hot brandy-and-water was speedily placed before him; while Mr. Weller, seated at a respectful distance, though at the same table with his master, was @@ -15348,7 +15280,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger all the appearance of belonging to that learned profession, were drinking and smoking in the different boxes. Among the number was one stout, red-faced, elderly man, in particular, seated in an opposite box, who - attracted Mr. Pickwick’s attention. The stout man was smoking with great + attracted Mr. Pickwick’s attention. The stout man was smoking with great vehemence, but between every half-dozen puffs, he took his pipe from his mouth, and looked first at Mr. Weller and then at Mr. Pickwick. Then, he would bury in a quart pot, as much of his countenance as the dimensions of @@ -15361,220 +15293,220 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger could of them. </p> <p> - At first the evolutions of the stout man had escaped Mr. Weller’s - observation, but by degrees, as he saw Mr. Pickwick’s eyes every now and + At first the evolutions of the stout man had escaped Mr. Weller’s + observation, but by degrees, as he saw Mr. Pickwick’s eyes every now and then turning towards him, he began to gaze in the same direction, at the same time shading his eyes with his hand, as if he partially recognised the object before him, and wished to make quite sure of its identity. His doubts were speedily dispelled, however; for the stout man having blown a thick cloud from his pipe, a hoarse voice, like some strange effort of ventriloquism, emerged from beneath the capacious shawls which muffled his - throat and chest, and slowly uttered these sounds—‘Wy, Sammy!’ + throat and chest, and slowly uttered these sounds—‘Wy, Sammy!’ </p> <p> - ‘Who’s that, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Who’s that, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Why, I wouldn’t ha’ believed it, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, with - astonished eyes. ‘It’s the old ‘un.’ + ‘Why, I wouldn’t ha’ believed it, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, with + astonished eyes. ‘It’s the old ‘un.’ </p> <p> - ‘Old one,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘What old one?’ + ‘Old one,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘What old one?’ </p> <p> - ‘My father, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘How are you, my ancient?’ And with + ‘My father, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘How are you, my ancient?’ And with this beautiful ebullition of filial affection, Mr. Weller made room on the seat beside him, for the stout man, who advanced pipe in mouth and pot in hand, to greet him. </p> <p> - ‘Wy, Sammy,’ said the father, ‘I ha’n’t seen you, for two year and - better.’ + ‘Wy, Sammy,’ said the father, ‘I ha’n’t seen you, for two year and + better.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nor more you have, old codger,’ replied the son. ‘How’s mother-in-law?’ + ‘Nor more you have, old codger,’ replied the son. ‘How’s mother-in-law?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wy, I’ll tell you what, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, senior, with much - solemnity in his manner; ‘there never was a nicer woman as a widder, than - that ‘ere second wentur o’ mine—a sweet creetur she was, Sammy; all + ‘Wy, I’ll tell you what, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, senior, with much + solemnity in his manner; ‘there never was a nicer woman as a widder, than + that ‘ere second wentur o’ mine—a sweet creetur she was, Sammy; all I can say on her now, is, that as she was such an uncommon pleasant - widder, it’s a great pity she ever changed her condition. She don’t act as - a vife, Sammy.’ + widder, it’s a great pity she ever changed her condition. She don’t act as + a vife, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - Don’t she, though?’ inquired Mr. Weller, junior. + Don’t she, though?’ inquired Mr. Weller, junior. </p> <p> - The elder Mr. Weller shook his head, as he replied with a sigh, ‘I’ve done - it once too often, Sammy; I’ve done it once too often. Take example by - your father, my boy, and be wery careful o’ widders all your life, - ‘specially if they’ve kept a public-house, Sammy.’ Having delivered this + The elder Mr. Weller shook his head, as he replied with a sigh, ‘I’ve done + it once too often, Sammy; I’ve done it once too often. Take example by + your father, my boy, and be wery careful o’ widders all your life, + ‘specially if they’ve kept a public-house, Sammy.’ Having delivered this parental advice with great pathos, Mr. Weller, senior, refilled his pipe from a tin box he carried in his pocket; and, lighting his fresh pipe from the ashes of the old One, commenced smoking at a great rate. </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ he said, renewing the subject, and addressing Mr. - Pickwick, after a considerable pause, ‘nothin’ personal, I hope, sir; I - hope you ha’n’t got a widder, sir.’ + ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ he said, renewing the subject, and addressing Mr. + Pickwick, after a considerable pause, ‘nothin’ personal, I hope, sir; I + hope you ha’n’t got a widder, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not I,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, laughing; and while Mr. Pickwick laughed, + ‘Not I,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, laughing; and while Mr. Pickwick laughed, Sam Weller informed his parent in a whisper, of the relation in which he stood towards that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, senior, taking off his hat, ‘I - hope you’ve no fault to find with Sammy, Sir?’ + ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, senior, taking off his hat, ‘I + hope you’ve no fault to find with Sammy, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘None whatever,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘None whatever,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wery glad to hear it, sir,’ replied the old man; ‘I took a good deal o’ + ‘Wery glad to hear it, sir,’ replied the old man; ‘I took a good deal o’ pains with his eddication, sir; let him run in the streets when he was - wery young, and shift for hisself. It’s the only way to make a boy sharp, - sir.’ + wery young, and shift for hisself. It’s the only way to make a boy sharp, + sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Rather a dangerous process, I should imagine,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a + ‘Rather a dangerous process, I should imagine,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. </p> <p> - ‘And not a wery sure one, neither,’ added Mr. Weller; ‘I got reg’larly - done the other day.’ + ‘And not a wery sure one, neither,’ added Mr. Weller; ‘I got reg’larly + done the other day.’ </p> <p> - ‘No!’ said his father. + ‘No!’ said his father. </p> <p> - ‘I did,’ said the son; and he proceeded to relate, in as few words as + ‘I did,’ said the son; and he proceeded to relate, in as few words as possible, how he had fallen a ready dupe to the stratagems of Job Trotter. </p> <p> Mr. Weller, senior, listened to the tale with the most profound attention, - and, at its termination, said— + and, at its termination, said— </p> <p> - ‘Worn’t one o’ these chaps slim and tall, with long hair, and the gift o’ - the gab wery gallopin’?’ + ‘Worn’t one o’ these chaps slim and tall, with long hair, and the gift o’ + the gab wery gallopin’?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick did not quite understand the last item of description, but, - comprehending the first, said ‘Yes,’ at a venture. + comprehending the first, said ‘Yes,’ at a venture. </p> <p> - ‘T’ other’s a black-haired chap in mulberry livery, with a wery large - head?’ + ‘T’ other’s a black-haired chap in mulberry livery, with a wery large + head?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes, he is,’ said Mr. Pickwick and Sam, with great earnestness. + ‘Yes, yes, he is,’ said Mr. Pickwick and Sam, with great earnestness. </p> <p> - ‘Then I know where they are, and that’s all about it,’ said Mr. Weller; - ‘they’re at Ipswich, safe enough, them two.’ + ‘Then I know where they are, and that’s all about it,’ said Mr. Weller; + ‘they’re at Ipswich, safe enough, them two.’ </p> <p> - ‘No!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘No!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Fact,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘and I’ll tell you how I know it. I work an - Ipswich coach now and then for a friend o’ mine. I worked down the wery + ‘Fact,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘and I’ll tell you how I know it. I work an + Ipswich coach now and then for a friend o’ mine. I worked down the wery day arter the night as you caught the rheumatic, and at the Black Boy at - Chelmsford—the wery place they’d come to—I took ‘em up, right - through to Ipswich, where the man-servant—him in the mulberries—told - me they was a-goin’ to put up for a long time.’ + Chelmsford—the wery place they’d come to—I took ‘em up, right + through to Ipswich, where the man-servant—him in the mulberries—told + me they was a-goin’ to put up for a long time.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll follow him,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘we may as well see Ipswich as any - other place. I’ll follow him.’ + ‘I’ll follow him,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘we may as well see Ipswich as any + other place. I’ll follow him.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re quite certain it was them, governor?’ inquired Mr. Weller, junior. + ‘You’re quite certain it was them, governor?’ inquired Mr. Weller, junior. </p> <p> - ‘Quite, Sammy, quite,’ replied his father, ‘for their appearance is wery - sing’ler; besides that ‘ere, I wondered to see the gen’l’m’n so formiliar + ‘Quite, Sammy, quite,’ replied his father, ‘for their appearance is wery + sing’ler; besides that ‘ere, I wondered to see the gen’l’m’n so formiliar with his servant; and, more than that, as they sat in the front, right - behind the box, I heerd ‘em laughing and saying how they’d done old - Fireworks.’ + behind the box, I heerd ‘em laughing and saying how they’d done old + Fireworks.’ </p> <p> - ‘Old who?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Old who?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Old Fireworks, Sir; by which, I’ve no doubt, they meant you, Sir.’ + ‘Old Fireworks, Sir; by which, I’ve no doubt, they meant you, Sir.’ </p> <p> - There is nothing positively vile or atrocious in the appellation of ‘old - Fireworks,’ but still it is by no means a respectful or flattering + There is nothing positively vile or atrocious in the appellation of ‘old + Fireworks,’ but still it is by no means a respectful or flattering designation. The recollection of all the wrongs he had sustained at - Jingle’s hands, had crowded on Mr. Pickwick’s mind, the moment Mr. Weller - began to speak; it wanted but a feather to turn the scale, and ‘old - Fireworks’ did it. + Jingle’s hands, had crowded on Mr. Pickwick’s mind, the moment Mr. Weller + began to speak; it wanted but a feather to turn the scale, and ‘old + Fireworks’ did it. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll follow him,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with an emphatic blow on the table. + ‘I’ll follow him,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with an emphatic blow on the table. </p> <p> - ‘I shall work down to Ipswich the day arter to-morrow, Sir,’ said Mr. - Weller the elder, ‘from the Bull in Whitechapel; and if you really mean to - go, you’d better go with me.’ + ‘I shall work down to Ipswich the day arter to-morrow, Sir,’ said Mr. + Weller the elder, ‘from the Bull in Whitechapel; and if you really mean to + go, you’d better go with me.’ </p> <p> - ‘So we had,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘very true; I can write to Bury, and tell - them to meet me at Ipswich. We will go with you. But don’t hurry away, Mr. - Weller; won’t you take anything?’ + ‘So we had,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘very true; I can write to Bury, and tell + them to meet me at Ipswich. We will go with you. But don’t hurry away, Mr. + Weller; won’t you take anything?’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re wery good, Sir,’ replied Mr. W., stopping short;—‘perhaps a + ‘You’re wery good, Sir,’ replied Mr. W., stopping short;—‘perhaps a small glass of brandy to drink your health, and success to Sammy, Sir, - wouldn’t be amiss.’ + wouldn’t be amiss.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Certainly not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘A glass of brandy here!’ The brandy was brought; and Mr. Weller, after + ‘A glass of brandy here!’ The brandy was brought; and Mr. Weller, after pulling his hair to Mr. Pickwick, and nodding to Sam, jerked it down his capacious throat as if it had been a small thimbleful. </p> <p> - ‘Well done, father,’ said Sam, ‘take care, old fellow, or you’ll have a - touch of your old complaint, the gout.’ + ‘Well done, father,’ said Sam, ‘take care, old fellow, or you’ll have a + touch of your old complaint, the gout.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ve found a sov’rin’ cure for that, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, setting + ‘I’ve found a sov’rin’ cure for that, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, setting down the glass. </p> <p> - ‘A sovereign cure for the gout,’ said Mr. Pickwick, hastily producing his - note-book—‘what is it?’ + ‘A sovereign cure for the gout,’ said Mr. Pickwick, hastily producing his + note-book—‘what is it?’ </p> <p> - ‘The gout, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘the gout is a complaint as arises - from too much ease and comfort. If ever you’re attacked with the gout, + ‘The gout, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘the gout is a complaint as arises + from too much ease and comfort. If ever you’re attacked with the gout, sir, jist you marry a widder as has got a good loud woice, with a decent - notion of usin’ it, and you’ll never have the gout agin. It’s a capital - prescription, sir. I takes it reg’lar, and I can warrant it to drive away - any illness as is caused by too much jollity.’ Having imparted this + notion of usin’ it, and you’ll never have the gout agin. It’s a capital + prescription, sir. I takes it reg’lar, and I can warrant it to drive away + any illness as is caused by too much jollity.’ Having imparted this valuable secret, Mr. Weller drained his glass once more, produced a laboured wink, sighed deeply, and slowly retired. </p> <p> - ‘Well, what do you think of what your father says, Sam?’ inquired Mr. + ‘Well, what do you think of what your father says, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. </p> <p> - ‘Think, Sir!’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘why, I think he’s the wictim o’ - connubiality, as Blue Beard’s domestic chaplain said, vith a tear of pity, - ven he buried him.’ + ‘Think, Sir!’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘why, I think he’s the wictim o’ + connubiality, as Blue Beard’s domestic chaplain said, vith a tear of pity, + ven he buried him.’ </p> <p> There was no replying to this very apposite conclusion, and, therefore, - Mr. Pickwick, after settling the reckoning, resumed his walk to Gray’s - Inn. By the time he reached its secluded groves, however, eight o’clock + Mr. Pickwick, after settling the reckoning, resumed his walk to Gray’s + Inn. By the time he reached its secluded groves, however, eight o’clock had struck, and the unbroken stream of gentlemen in muddy high-lows, soiled white hats, and rusty apparel, who were pouring towards the different avenues of egress, warned him that the majority of the offices @@ -15582,71 +15514,71 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> After climbing two pairs of steep and dirty stairs, he found his - anticipations were realised. Mr. Perker’s ‘outer door’ was closed; and the - dead silence which followed Mr. Weller’s repeated kicks thereat, announced + anticipations were realised. Mr. Perker’s ‘outer door’ was closed; and the + dead silence which followed Mr. Weller’s repeated kicks thereat, announced that the officials had retired from business for the night. </p> <p> - ‘This is pleasant, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I shouldn’t lose an hour in + ‘This is pleasant, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I shouldn’t lose an hour in seeing him; I shall not be able to get one wink of sleep to-night, I know, unless I have the satisfaction of reflecting that I have confided this - matter to a professional man.’ + matter to a professional man.’ </p> <p> - ‘Here’s an old ‘ooman comin’ upstairs, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘p’raps - she knows where we can find somebody. Hollo, old lady, vere’s Mr. Perker’s - people?’ + ‘Here’s an old ‘ooman comin’ upstairs, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘p’raps + she knows where we can find somebody. Hollo, old lady, vere’s Mr. Perker’s + people?’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Perker’s people,’ said a thin, miserable-looking old woman, stopping - to recover breath after the ascent of the staircase—‘Mr. Perker’s - people’s gone, and I’m a-goin’ to do the office out.’ + ‘Mr. Perker’s people,’ said a thin, miserable-looking old woman, stopping + to recover breath after the ascent of the staircase—‘Mr. Perker’s + people’s gone, and I’m a-goin’ to do the office out.’ </p> <p> - Are you Mr. Perker’s servant?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + Are you Mr. Perker’s servant?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I am Mr. Perker’s laundress,’ replied the woman. + ‘I am Mr. Perker’s laundress,’ replied the woman. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Pickwick, half aside to Sam, ‘it’s a curious circumstance, + ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Pickwick, half aside to Sam, ‘it’s a curious circumstance, Sam, that they call the old women in these inns, laundresses. I wonder - what’s that for?’ + what’s that for?’ </p> <p> - ‘’Cos they has a mortal awersion to washing anythin’, I suppose, Sir,’ + ‘’Cos they has a mortal awersion to washing anythin’, I suppose, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I shouldn’t wonder,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking at the old woman, whose + ‘I shouldn’t wonder,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking at the old woman, whose appearance, as well as the condition of the office, which she had by this time opened, indicated a rooted antipathy to the application of soap and - water; ‘do you know where I can find Mr. Perker, my good woman?’ + water; ‘do you know where I can find Mr. Perker, my good woman?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, I don’t,’ replied the old woman gruffly; ‘he’s out o’ town now.’ + ‘No, I don’t,’ replied the old woman gruffly; ‘he’s out o’ town now.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s unfortunate,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘where’s his clerk? Do you know?’ + ‘That’s unfortunate,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘where’s his clerk? Do you know?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I know where he is, but he won’t thank me for telling you,’ replied + ‘Yes, I know where he is, but he won’t thank me for telling you,’ replied the laundress. </p> <p> - ‘I have very particular business with him,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I have very particular business with him,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Won’t it do in the morning?’ said the woman. + ‘Won’t it do in the morning?’ said the woman. </p> <p> - ‘Not so well,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Not so well,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said the old woman, ‘if it was anything very particular, I was to - say where he was, so I suppose there’s no harm in telling. If you just go - to the Magpie and Stump, and ask at the bar for Mr. Lowten, they’ll show - you in to him, and he’s Mr. Perker’s clerk.’ + ‘Well,’ said the old woman, ‘if it was anything very particular, I was to + say where he was, so I suppose there’s no harm in telling. If you just go + to the Magpie and Stump, and ask at the bar for Mr. Lowten, they’ll show + you in to him, and he’s Mr. Perker’s clerk.’ </p> <p> With this direction, and having been furthermore informed that the @@ -15674,24 +15606,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger which this mighty cavern might be supposed to extend. When we add that the weather-beaten signboard bore the half-obliterated semblance of a magpie intently eyeing a crooked streak of brown paint, which the neighbours had - been taught from infancy to consider as the ‘stump,’ we have said all that + been taught from infancy to consider as the ‘stump,’ we have said all that need be said of the exterior of the edifice. </p> <p> - On Mr. Pickwick’s presenting himself at the bar, an elderly female emerged + On Mr. Pickwick’s presenting himself at the bar, an elderly female emerged from behind the screen therein, and presented herself before him. </p> <p> - ‘Is Mr. Lowten here, ma’am?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Is Mr. Lowten here, ma’am?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, he is, Sir,’ replied the landlady. ‘Here, Charley, show the - gentleman in to Mr. Lowten.’ + ‘Yes, he is, Sir,’ replied the landlady. ‘Here, Charley, show the + gentleman in to Mr. Lowten.’ </p> <p> - ‘The gen’l’m’n can’t go in just now,’ said a shambling pot-boy, with a red - head, ‘cos’ Mr. Lowten’s a-singin’ a comic song, and he’ll put him out. - He’ll be done directly, Sir.’ + ‘The gen’l’m’n can’t go in just now,’ said a shambling pot-boy, with a red + head, ‘cos’ Mr. Lowten’s a-singin’ a comic song, and he’ll put him out. + He’ll be done directly, Sir.’ </p> <p> The red-headed pot-boy had scarcely finished speaking, when a most @@ -15701,48 +15633,48 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger presence of Mr. Lowten. </p> <p> - At the announcement of ‘A gentleman to speak to you, Sir,’ a puffy-faced + At the announcement of ‘A gentleman to speak to you, Sir,’ a puffy-faced young man, who filled the chair at the head of the table, looked with some surprise in the direction from whence the voice proceeded; and the surprise seemed to be by no means diminished, when his eyes rested on an individual whom he had never seen before. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and I am very sorry to + ‘I beg your pardon, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and I am very sorry to disturb the other gentlemen, too, but I come on very particular business; and if you will suffer me to detain you at this end of the room for five - minutes, I shall be very much obliged to you.’ + minutes, I shall be very much obliged to you.’ </p> <p> The puffy-faced young man rose, and drawing a chair close to Mr. Pickwick in an obscure corner of the room, listened attentively to his tale of woe. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ he said, when Mr. Pickwick had concluded, ‘Dodson and Fogg—sharp - practice theirs—capital men of business, Dodson and Fogg, sir.’ + ‘Ah,’ he said, when Mr. Pickwick had concluded, ‘Dodson and Fogg—sharp + practice theirs—capital men of business, Dodson and Fogg, sir.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick admitted the sharp practice of Dodson and Fogg, and Lowten resumed. </p> <p> - ‘Perker ain’t in town, and he won’t be, neither, before the end of next + ‘Perker ain’t in town, and he won’t be, neither, before the end of next week; but if you want the action defended, and will leave the copy with - me, I can do all that’s needful till he comes back.’ + me, I can do all that’s needful till he comes back.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s exactly what I came here for,’ said Mr. Pickwick, handing over the - document. ‘If anything particular occurs, you can write to me at the - post-office, Ipswich.’ + ‘That’s exactly what I came here for,’ said Mr. Pickwick, handing over the + document. ‘If anything particular occurs, you can write to me at the + post-office, Ipswich.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s all right,’ replied Mr. Perker’s clerk; and then seeing Mr. - Pickwick’s eye wandering curiously towards the table, he added, ‘will you + ‘That’s all right,’ replied Mr. Perker’s clerk; and then seeing Mr. + Pickwick’s eye wandering curiously towards the table, he added, ‘will you join us, for half an hour or so? We are capital company here to-night. - There’s Samkin and Green’s managing-clerk, and Smithers and Price’s - chancery, and Pimkin and Thomas’s out o’ doors—sings a capital song, - he does—and Jack Bamber, and ever so many more. You’re come out of - the country, I suppose. Would you like to join us?’ + There’s Samkin and Green’s managing-clerk, and Smithers and Price’s + chancery, and Pimkin and Thomas’s out o’ doors—sings a capital song, + he does—and Jack Bamber, and ever so many more. You’re come out of + the country, I suppose. Would you like to join us?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick could not resist so tempting an opportunity of studying human @@ -15751,21 +15683,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger seat near the chairman and called for a glass of his favourite beverage. </p> <p> - A profound silence, quite contrary to Mr. Pickwick’s expectation, + A profound silence, quite contrary to Mr. Pickwick’s expectation, succeeded. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t find this sort of thing disagreeable, I hope, sir?’ said his + ‘You don’t find this sort of thing disagreeable, I hope, sir?’ said his right hand neighbour, a gentleman in a checked shirt and Mosaic studs, with a cigar in his mouth. </p> <p> - ‘Not in the least,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘I like it very much, although I - am no smoker myself.’ + ‘Not in the least,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘I like it very much, although I + am no smoker myself.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should be very sorry to say I wasn’t,’ interposed another gentleman on - the opposite side of the table. ‘It’s board and lodgings to me, is smoke.’ + ‘I should be very sorry to say I wasn’t,’ interposed another gentleman on + the opposite side of the table. ‘It’s board and lodgings to me, is smoke.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick glanced at the speaker, and thought that if it were washing @@ -15776,57 +15708,57 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger had evidently cast a damp upon the party. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Grundy’s going to oblige the company with a song,’ said the chairman. + ‘Mr. Grundy’s going to oblige the company with a song,’ said the chairman. </p> <p> - ‘No, he ain’t,’ said Mr. Grundy. + ‘No, he ain’t,’ said Mr. Grundy. </p> <p> - ‘Why not?’ said the chairman. + ‘Why not?’ said the chairman. </p> <p> - ‘Because he can’t,’ said Mr. Grundy. + ‘Because he can’t,’ said Mr. Grundy. </p> <p> - ‘You had better say he won’t,’ replied the chairman. + ‘You had better say he won’t,’ replied the chairman. </p> <p> - ‘Well, then, he won’t,’ retorted Mr. Grundy. Mr. Grundy’s positive refusal + ‘Well, then, he won’t,’ retorted Mr. Grundy. Mr. Grundy’s positive refusal to gratify the company occasioned another silence. </p> <p> - ‘Won’t anybody enliven us?’ said the chairman, despondingly. + ‘Won’t anybody enliven us?’ said the chairman, despondingly. </p> <p> - ‘Why don’t you enliven us yourself, Mr. Chairman?’ said a young man with a + ‘Why don’t you enliven us yourself, Mr. Chairman?’ said a young man with a whisker, a squint, and an open shirt collar (dirty), from the bottom of the table. </p> <p> - ‘Hear! hear!’ said the smoking gentleman, in the Mosaic jewellery. + ‘Hear! hear!’ said the smoking gentleman, in the Mosaic jewellery. </p> <p> - ‘Because I only know one song, and I have sung it already, and it’s a fine - of “glasses round” to sing the same song twice in a night,’ replied the + ‘Because I only know one song, and I have sung it already, and it’s a fine + of “glasses round” to sing the same song twice in a night,’ replied the chairman. </p> <p> This was an unanswerable reply, and silence prevailed again. </p> <p> - ‘I have been to-night, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick, hoping to start a - subject which all the company could take a part in discussing, ‘I have + ‘I have been to-night, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick, hoping to start a + subject which all the company could take a part in discussing, ‘I have been to-night, in a place which you all know very well, doubtless, but which I have not been in for some years, and know very little of; I mean - Gray’s Inn, gentlemen. Curious little nooks in a great place, like London, - these old inns are.’ + Gray’s Inn, gentlemen. Curious little nooks in a great place, like London, + these old inns are.’ </p> <p> - ‘By Jove!’ said the chairman, whispering across the table to Mr. Pickwick, - ‘you have hit upon something that one of us, at least, would talk upon for - ever. You’ll draw old Jack Bamber out; he was never heard to talk about - anything else but the inns, and he has lived alone in them till he’s half - crazy.’ + ‘By Jove!’ said the chairman, whispering across the table to Mr. Pickwick, + ‘you have hit upon something that one of us, at least, would talk upon for + ever. You’ll draw old Jack Bamber out; he was never heard to talk about + anything else but the inns, and he has lived alone in them till he’s half + crazy.’ </p> <p> The individual to whom Lowten alluded, was a little, yellow, @@ -15858,51 +15790,51 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger AND RELATES A STORY ABOUT A QUEER CLIENT </h2> <p class="pfirst"> - <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">’ A</span>ha!’ said the old + <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">’ A</span>ha!’ said the old man, a brief description of whose manner and appearance concluded the last - chapter, ‘aha! who was talking about the inns?’ + chapter, ‘aha! who was talking about the inns?’ </p> <p> - ‘I was, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick—‘I was observing what singular - old places they are.’ + ‘I was, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick—‘I was observing what singular + old places they are.’ </p> <p> - ‘<i>You</i>!’ said the old man contemptuously. ‘What do <i>you </i>know of + ‘<i>You</i>!’ said the old man contemptuously. ‘What do <i>you </i>know of the time when young men shut themselves up in those lonely rooms, and read and read, hour after hour, and night after night, till their reason wandered beneath their midnight studies; till their mental powers were - exhausted; till morning’s light brought no freshness or health to them; + exhausted; till morning’s light brought no freshness or health to them; and they sank beneath the unnatural devotion of their youthful energies to their dry old books? Coming down to a later time, and a very different day, what do <i>you</i> know of the gradual sinking beneath consumption, - or the quick wasting of fever—the grand results of “life” and - dissipation—which men have undergone in these same rooms? How many + or the quick wasting of fever—the grand results of “life” and + dissipation—which men have undergone in these same rooms? How many vain pleaders for mercy, do you think, have turned away heart-sick from - the lawyer’s office, to find a resting-place in the Thames, or a refuge in + the lawyer’s office, to find a resting-place in the Thames, or a refuge in the jail? They are no ordinary houses, those. There is not a panel in the old wainscotting, but what, if it were endowed with the powers of speech - and memory, could start from the wall, and tell its tale of horror—the + and memory, could start from the wall, and tell its tale of horror—the romance of life, Sir, the romance of life! Common-place as they may seem now, I tell you they are strange old places, and I would rather hear many a legend with a terrific-sounding name, than the true history of one old - set of chambers.’ + set of chambers.’ </p> <p> - There was something so odd in the old man’s sudden energy, and the subject + There was something so odd in the old man’s sudden energy, and the subject which had called it forth, that Mr. Pickwick was prepared with no observation in reply; and the old man checking his impetuosity, and resuming the leer, which had disappeared during his previous excitement, - said— + said— </p> <p> - ‘Look at them in another light—their most common-place and least + ‘Look at them in another light—their most common-place and least romantic. What fine places of slow torture they are! Think of the needy man who has spent his all, beggared himself, and pinched his friends, to enter the profession, which is destined never to yield him a morsel of - bread. The waiting—the hope—the disappointment—the fear—the - misery—the poverty—the blight on his hopes, and end to his - career—the suicide perhaps, or the shabby, slipshod drunkard. Am I - not right about them?’ And the old man rubbed his hands, and leered as if + bread. The waiting—the hope—the disappointment—the fear—the + misery—the poverty—the blight on his hopes, and end to his + career—the suicide perhaps, or the shabby, slipshod drunkard. Am I + not right about them?’ And the old man rubbed his hands, and leered as if in delight at having found another point of view in which to place his favourite subject. </p> @@ -15911,80 +15843,80 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the company smiled, and looked on in silence. </p> <p> - ‘Talk of your German universities,’ said the little old man. ‘Pooh, pooh! - there’s romance enough at home without going half a mile for it; only - people never think of it.’ + ‘Talk of your German universities,’ said the little old man. ‘Pooh, pooh! + there’s romance enough at home without going half a mile for it; only + people never think of it.’ </p> <p> - ‘I never thought of the romance of this particular subject before, - certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick, laughing. + ‘I never thought of the romance of this particular subject before, + certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick, laughing. </p> <p> - ‘To be sure you didn’t,’ said the little old man; ‘of course not. As a - friend of mine used to say to me, “What is there in chambers in - particular?” “Queer old places,” said I. “Not at all,” said he. “Lonely,” - said I. “Not a bit of it,” said he. He died one morning of apoplexy, as he + ‘To be sure you didn’t,’ said the little old man; ‘of course not. As a + friend of mine used to say to me, “What is there in chambers in + particular?” “Queer old places,” said I. “Not at all,” said he. “Lonely,” + said I. “Not a bit of it,” said he. He died one morning of apoplexy, as he was going to open his outer door. Fell with his head in his own - letter-box, and there he lay for eighteen months. Everybody thought he’d - gone out of town.’ + letter-box, and there he lay for eighteen months. Everybody thought he’d + gone out of town.’ </p> <p> - ‘And how was he found out at last?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘And how was he found out at last?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘The benchers determined to have his door broken open, as he hadn’t paid + ‘The benchers determined to have his door broken open, as he hadn’t paid any rent for two years. So they did. Forced the lock; and a very dusty skeleton in a blue coat, black knee-shorts, and silks, fell forward in the arms of the porter who opened the door. Queer, that. Rather, perhaps; - rather, eh?’ The little old man put his head more on one side, and rubbed + rather, eh?’ The little old man put his head more on one side, and rubbed his hands with unspeakable glee. </p> <p> - ‘I know another case,’ said the little old man, when his chuckles had in - some degree subsided. ‘It occurred in Clifford’s Inn. Tenant of a top set—bad - character—shut himself up in his bedroom closet, and took a dose of + ‘I know another case,’ said the little old man, when his chuckles had in + some degree subsided. ‘It occurred in Clifford’s Inn. Tenant of a top set—bad + character—shut himself up in his bedroom closet, and took a dose of arsenic. The steward thought he had run away: opened the door, and put a bill up. Another man came, took the chambers, furnished them, and went to - live there. Somehow or other he couldn’t sleep—always restless and - uncomfortable. “Odd,” says he. “I’ll make the other room my bedchamber, - and this my sitting-room.” He made the change, and slept very well at - night, but suddenly found that, somehow, he couldn’t read in the evening: + live there. Somehow or other he couldn’t sleep—always restless and + uncomfortable. “Odd,” says he. “I’ll make the other room my bedchamber, + and this my sitting-room.” He made the change, and slept very well at + night, but suddenly found that, somehow, he couldn’t read in the evening: he got nervous and uncomfortable, and used to be always snuffing his - candles and staring about him. “I can’t make this out,” said he, when he + candles and staring about him. “I can’t make this out,” said he, when he came home from the play one night, and was drinking a glass of cold grog, - with his back to the wall, in order that he mightn’t be able to fancy - there was any one behind him—“I can’t make it out,” said he; and + with his back to the wall, in order that he mightn’t be able to fancy + there was any one behind him—“I can’t make it out,” said he; and just then his eyes rested on the little closet that had been always locked - up, and a shudder ran through his whole frame from top to toe. “I have - felt this strange feeling before,” said he, “I cannot help thinking - there’s something wrong about that closet.” He made a strong effort, + up, and a shudder ran through his whole frame from top to toe. “I have + felt this strange feeling before,” said he, “I cannot help thinking + there’s something wrong about that closet.” He made a strong effort, plucked up his courage, shivered the lock with a blow or two of the poker, opened the door, and there, sure enough, standing bolt upright in the corner, was the last tenant, with a little bottle clasped firmly in his - hand, and his face—well!’ As the little old man concluded, he looked + hand, and his face—well!’ As the little old man concluded, he looked round on the attentive faces of his wondering auditory with a smile of grim delight. </p> <p> - ‘What strange things these are you tell us of, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, - minutely scanning the old man’s countenance, by the aid of his glasses. + ‘What strange things these are you tell us of, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, + minutely scanning the old man’s countenance, by the aid of his glasses. </p> <p> - ‘Strange!’ said the little old man. ‘Nonsense; you think them strange, - because you know nothing about it. They are funny, but not uncommon.’ + ‘Strange!’ said the little old man. ‘Nonsense; you think them strange, + because you know nothing about it. They are funny, but not uncommon.’ </p> <p> - ‘Funny!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick involuntarily. + ‘Funny!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick involuntarily. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, funny, are they not?’ replied the little old man, with a diabolical - leer; and then, without pausing for an answer, he continued— + ‘Yes, funny, are they not?’ replied the little old man, with a diabolical + leer; and then, without pausing for an answer, he continued— </p> <p> - ‘I knew another man—let me see—forty years ago now—who + ‘I knew another man—let me see—forty years ago now—who took an old, damp, rotten set of chambers, in one of the most ancient inns, that had been shut up and empty for years and years before. There - were lots of old women’s stories about the place, and it certainly was + were lots of old women’s stories about the place, and it certainly was very far from being a cheerful one; but he was poor, and the rooms were cheap, and that would have been quite a sufficient reason for him, if they had been ten times worse than they really were. He was obliged to take @@ -15992,21 +15924,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a great lumbering wooden press for papers, with large glass doors, and a green curtain inside; a pretty useless thing for him, for he had no papers to put in it; and as to his clothes, he carried them about with him, and - that wasn’t very hard work, either. Well, he had moved in all his - furniture—it wasn’t quite a truck-full—and had sprinkled it + that wasn’t very hard work, either. Well, he had moved in all his + furniture—it wasn’t quite a truck-full—and had sprinkled it about the room, so as to make the four chairs look as much like a dozen as possible, and was sitting down before the fire at night, drinking the first glass of two gallons of whisky he had ordered on credit, wondering - whether it would ever be paid for, and if so, in how many years’ time, - when his eyes encountered the glass doors of the wooden press. “Ah,” says - he, “if I hadn’t been obliged to take that ugly article at the old - broker’s valuation, I might have got something comfortable for the money. - I’ll tell you what it is, old fellow,” he said, speaking aloud to the - press, having nothing else to speak to, “if it wouldn’t cost more to break - up your old carcass, than it would ever be worth afterward, I’d have a - fire out of you in less than no time.” He had hardly spoken the words, + whether it would ever be paid for, and if so, in how many years’ time, + when his eyes encountered the glass doors of the wooden press. “Ah,” says + he, “if I hadn’t been obliged to take that ugly article at the old + broker’s valuation, I might have got something comfortable for the money. + I’ll tell you what it is, old fellow,” he said, speaking aloud to the + press, having nothing else to speak to, “if it wouldn’t cost more to break + up your old carcass, than it would ever be worth afterward, I’d have a + fire out of you in less than no time.” He had hardly spoken the words, when a sound resembling a faint groan, appeared to issue from the interior - of the case. It startled him at first, but thinking, on a moment’s + of the case. It startled him at first, but thinking, on a moment’s reflection, that it must be some young fellow in the next chamber, who had been dining out, he put his feet on the fender, and raised the poker to stir the fire. At that moment, the sound was repeated; and one of the @@ -16015,81 +15947,81 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and thin, and the countenance expressive of care and anxiety; but there was something in the hue of the skin, and gaunt and unearthly appearance of the whole form, which no being of this world was ever seen to wear. - “Who are you?” said the new tenant, turning very pale; poising the poker + “Who are you?” said the new tenant, turning very pale; poising the poker in his hand, however, and taking a very decent aim at the countenance of - the figure. “Who are you?” “Don’t throw that poker at me,” replied the - form; “if you hurled it with ever so sure an aim, it would pass through + the figure. “Who are you?” “Don’t throw that poker at me,” replied the + form; “if you hurled it with ever so sure an aim, it would pass through me, without resistance, and expend its force on the wood behind. I am a - spirit.” “And pray, what do you want here?” faltered the tenant. “In this - room,” replied the apparition, “my worldly ruin was worked, and I and my + spirit.” “And pray, what do you want here?” faltered the tenant. “In this + room,” replied the apparition, “my worldly ruin was worked, and I and my children beggared. In this press, the papers in a long, long suit, which accumulated for years, were deposited. In this room, when I had died of grief, and long-deferred hope, two wily harpies divided the wealth for which I had contested during a wretched existence, and of which, at last, not one farthing was left for my unhappy descendants. I terrified them - from the spot, and since that day have prowled by night—the only - period at which I can revisit the earth—about the scenes of my - long-protracted misery. This apartment is mine: leave it to me.” “If you - insist upon making your appearance here,” said the tenant, who had had + from the spot, and since that day have prowled by night—the only + period at which I can revisit the earth—about the scenes of my + long-protracted misery. This apartment is mine: leave it to me.” “If you + insist upon making your appearance here,” said the tenant, who had had time to collect his presence of mind during this prosy statement of the - ghost’s, “I shall give up possession with the greatest pleasure; but I - should like to ask you one question, if you will allow me.” “Say on,” said - the apparition sternly. “Well,” said the tenant, “I don’t apply the + ghost’s, “I shall give up possession with the greatest pleasure; but I + should like to ask you one question, if you will allow me.” “Say on,” said + the apparition sternly. “Well,” said the tenant, “I don’t apply the observation personally to you, because it is equally applicable to most of the ghosts I ever heard of; but it does appear to me somewhat inconsistent, that when you have an opportunity of visiting the fairest - spots of earth—for I suppose space is nothing to you—you + spots of earth—for I suppose space is nothing to you—you should always return exactly to the very places where you have been most - miserable.” “Egad, that’s very true; I never thought of that before,” said - the ghost. “You see, Sir,” pursued the tenant, “this is a very + miserable.” “Egad, that’s very true; I never thought of that before,” said + the ghost. “You see, Sir,” pursued the tenant, “this is a very uncomfortable room. From the appearance of that press, I should be disposed to say that it is not wholly free from bugs; and I really think you might find much more comfortable quarters: to say nothing of the - climate of London, which is extremely disagreeable.” “You are very right, - Sir,” said the ghost politely, “it never struck me till now; I’ll try - change of air directly”—and, in fact, he began to vanish as he - spoke; his legs, indeed, had quite disappeared. “And if, Sir,” said the - tenant, calling after him, “if you <i>would </i>have the goodness to + climate of London, which is extremely disagreeable.” “You are very right, + Sir,” said the ghost politely, “it never struck me till now; I’ll try + change of air directly”—and, in fact, he began to vanish as he + spoke; his legs, indeed, had quite disappeared. “And if, Sir,” said the + tenant, calling after him, “if you <i>would </i>have the goodness to suggest to the other ladies and gentlemen who are now engaged in haunting old empty houses, that they might be much more comfortable elsewhere, you - will confer a very great benefit on society.” “I will,” replied the ghost; - “we must be dull fellows—very dull fellows, indeed; I can’t imagine - how we can have been so stupid.” With these words, the spirit disappeared; - and what is rather remarkable,’ added the old man, with a shrewd look - round the table, ‘he never came back again.’ + will confer a very great benefit on society.” “I will,” replied the ghost; + “we must be dull fellows—very dull fellows, indeed; I can’t imagine + how we can have been so stupid.” With these words, the spirit disappeared; + and what is rather remarkable,’ added the old man, with a shrewd look + round the table, ‘he never came back again.’ </p> <p> - ‘That ain’t bad, if it’s true,’ said the man in the Mosaic studs, lighting + ‘That ain’t bad, if it’s true,’ said the man in the Mosaic studs, lighting a fresh cigar. </p> <p> - ‘<i>If</i>!’ exclaimed the old man, with a look of excessive contempt. ‘I - suppose,’ he added, turning to Lowten, ‘he’ll say next, that my story - about the queer client we had, when I was in an attorney’s office, is not - true either—I shouldn’t wonder.’ + ‘<i>If</i>!’ exclaimed the old man, with a look of excessive contempt. ‘I + suppose,’ he added, turning to Lowten, ‘he’ll say next, that my story + about the queer client we had, when I was in an attorney’s office, is not + true either—I shouldn’t wonder.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shan’t venture to say anything at all about it, seeing that I never - heard the story,’ observed the owner of the Mosaic decorations. + ‘I shan’t venture to say anything at all about it, seeing that I never + heard the story,’ observed the owner of the Mosaic decorations. </p> <p> - ‘I wish you would repeat it, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I wish you would repeat it, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, do,’ said Lowten, ‘nobody has heard it but me, and I have nearly - forgotten it.’ + ‘Ah, do,’ said Lowten, ‘nobody has heard it but me, and I have nearly + forgotten it.’ </p> <p> The old man looked round the table, and leered more horribly than ever, as if in triumph, at the attention which was depicted in every face. Then rubbing his chin with his hand, and looking up to the ceiling as if to - recall the circumstances to his memory, he began as follows:— + recall the circumstances to his memory, he began as follows:— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - THE OLD MAN’S TALE ABOUT THE QUEER CLIENT + THE OLD MAN’S TALE ABOUT THE QUEER CLIENT </pre> <p> - ‘It matters little,’ said the old man, ‘where, or how, I picked up this + ‘It matters little,’ said the old man, ‘where, or how, I picked up this brief history. If I were to relate it in the order in which it reached me, I should commence in the middle, and when I had arrived at the conclusion, go back for a beginning. It is enough for me to say that some of its @@ -16098,8 +16030,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger them but too well. </p> <p> - ‘In the Borough High Street, near St. George’s Church, and on the same - side of the way, stands, as most people know, the smallest of our debtors’ + ‘In the Borough High Street, near St. George’s Church, and on the same + side of the way, stands, as most people know, the smallest of our debtors’ prisons, the Marshalsea. Although in later times it has been a very different place from the sink of filth and dirt it once was, even its improved condition holds out but little temptation to the extravagant, or @@ -16109,10 +16041,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger no longer.] </p> <p> - ‘It may be my fancy, or it may be that I cannot separate the place from + ‘It may be my fancy, or it may be that I cannot separate the place from the old recollections associated with it, but this part of London I cannot bear. The street is broad, the shops are spacious, the noise of passing - vehicles, the footsteps of a perpetual stream of people—all the busy + vehicles, the footsteps of a perpetual stream of people—all the busy sounds of traffic, resound in it from morn to midnight; but the streets around are mean and close; poverty and debauchery lie festering in the crowded alleys; want and misfortune are pent up in the narrow prison; an @@ -16120,13 +16052,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger scene, and to impart to it a squalid and sickly hue. </p> <p> - ‘Many eyes, that have long since been closed in the grave, have looked + ‘Many eyes, that have long since been closed in the grave, have looked round upon that scene lightly enough, when entering the gate of the old Marshalsea Prison for the first time; for despair seldom comes with the first severe shock of misfortune. A man has confidence in untried friends, he remembers the many offers of service so freely made by his boon - companions when he wanted them not; he has hope—the hope of happy - inexperience—and however he may bend beneath the first shock, it + companions when he wanted them not; he has hope—the hope of happy + inexperience—and however he may bend beneath the first shock, it springs up in his bosom, and flourishes there for a brief space, until it droops beneath the blight of disappointment and neglect. How soon have those same eyes, deeply sunken in the head, glared from faces wasted with @@ -16137,40 +16069,40 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger heart bleed. </p> <p> - ‘Twenty years ago, that pavement was worn with the footsteps of a mother + ‘Twenty years ago, that pavement was worn with the footsteps of a mother and child, who, day by day, so surely as the morning came, presented themselves at the prison gate; often after a night of restless misery and anxious thoughts, were they there, a full hour too soon, and then the young mother turning meekly away, would lead the child to the old bridge, and raising him in her arms to show him the glistening water, tinted with - the light of the morning’s sun, and stirring with all the bustling + the light of the morning’s sun, and stirring with all the bustling preparations for business and pleasure that the river presented at that early hour, endeavour to interest his thoughts in the objects before him. But she would quickly set him down, and hiding her face in her shawl, give vent to the tears that blinded her; for no expression of interest or amusement lighted up his thin and sickly face. His recollections were few - enough, but they were all of one kind—all connected with the poverty - and misery of his parents. Hour after hour had he sat on his mother’s + enough, but they were all of one kind—all connected with the poverty + and misery of his parents. Hour after hour had he sat on his mother’s knee, and with childish sympathy watched the tears that stole down her face, and then crept quietly away into some dark corner, and sobbed himself to sleep. The hard realities of the world, with many of its worst - privations—hunger and thirst, and cold and want—had all come + privations—hunger and thirst, and cold and want—had all come home to him, from the first dawnings of reason; and though the form of childhood was there, its light heart, its merry laugh, and sparkling eyes were wanting. </p> <p> - ‘The father and mother looked on upon this, and upon each other, with + ‘The father and mother looked on upon this, and upon each other, with thoughts of agony they dared not breathe in words. The healthy, strong-made man, who could have borne almost any fatigue of active exertion, was wasting beneath the close confinement and unhealthy atmosphere of a crowded prison. The slight and delicate woman was sinking - beneath the combined effects of bodily and mental illness. The child’s + beneath the combined effects of bodily and mental illness. The child’s young heart was breaking. </p> <p> - ‘Winter came, and with it weeks of cold and heavy rain. The poor girl had - removed to a wretched apartment close to the spot of her husband’s + ‘Winter came, and with it weeks of cold and heavy rain. The poor girl had + removed to a wretched apartment close to the spot of her husband’s imprisonment; and though the change had been rendered necessary by their increasing poverty, she was happier now, for she was nearer him. For two months, she and her little companion watched the opening of the gate as @@ -16178,14 +16110,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger arrived, and she came alone. The child was dead. </p> <p> - ‘They little know, who coldly talk of the poor man’s bereavements, as a + ‘They little know, who coldly talk of the poor man’s bereavements, as a happy release from pain to the departed, and a merciful relief from - expense to the survivor—they little know, I say, what the agony of + expense to the survivor—they little know, I say, what the agony of those bereavements is. A silent look of affection and regard when all - other eyes are turned coldly away—the consciousness that we possess - the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us—is + other eyes are turned coldly away—the consciousness that we possess + the sympathy and affection of one being when all others have deserted us—is a hold, a stay, a comfort, in the deepest affliction, which no wealth - could purchase, or power bestow. The child had sat at his parents’ feet + could purchase, or power bestow. The child had sat at his parents’ feet for hours together, with his little hands patiently folded in each other, and his thin wan face raised towards them. They had seen him pine away, from day to day; and though his brief existence had been a joyless one, @@ -16194,55 +16126,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger deep into their souls. </p> <p> - ‘It was plain to those who looked upon the mother’s altered face, that - death must soon close the scene of her adversity and trial. Her husband’s + ‘It was plain to those who looked upon the mother’s altered face, that + death must soon close the scene of her adversity and trial. Her husband’s fellow-prisoners shrank from obtruding on his grief and misery, and left to himself alone, the small room he had previously occupied in common with two companions. She shared it with him; and lingering on without pain, but without hope, her life ebbed slowly away. </p> <p> - ‘She had fainted one evening in her husband’s arms, and he had borne her + ‘She had fainted one evening in her husband’s arms, and he had borne her to the open window, to revive her with the air, when the light of the moon falling full upon her face, showed him a change upon her features, which made him stagger beneath her weight, like a helpless infant. </p> <p> - ‘“Set me down, George,” she said faintly. He did so, and seating himself + ‘“Set me down, George,” she said faintly. He did so, and seating himself beside her, covered his face with his hands, and burst into tears. </p> <p> - ‘“It is very hard to leave you, George,” she said; “but it is God’s will, + ‘“It is very hard to leave you, George,” she said; “but it is God’s will, and you must bear it for my sake. Oh! how I thank Him for having taken our boy! He is happy, and in heaven now. What would he have done here, without - his mother!” + his mother!” </p> <p> - ‘“You shall not die, Mary, you shall not die;” said the husband, starting + ‘“You shall not die, Mary, you shall not die;” said the husband, starting up. He paced hurriedly to and fro, striking his head with his clenched fists; then reseating himself beside her, and supporting her in his arms, - added more calmly, “Rouse yourself, my dear girl. Pray, pray do. You will - revive yet.” + added more calmly, “Rouse yourself, my dear girl. Pray, pray do. You will + revive yet.” </p> <p> - ‘“Never again, George; never again,” said the dying woman. “Let them lay + ‘“Never again, George; never again,” said the dying woman. “Let them lay me by my poor boy now, but promise me, that if ever you leave this dreadful place, and should grow rich, you will have us removed to some - quiet country churchyard, a long, long way off—very far from here—where - we can rest in peace. Dear George, promise me you will.” + quiet country churchyard, a long, long way off—very far from here—where + we can rest in peace. Dear George, promise me you will.” </p> <p> - ‘“I do, I do,” said the man, throwing himself passionately on his knees - before her. “Speak to me, Mary, another word; one look—but one!” + ‘“I do, I do,” said the man, throwing himself passionately on his knees + before her. “Speak to me, Mary, another word; one look—but one!” </p> <p> - ‘He ceased to speak: for the arm that clasped his neck grew stiff and + ‘He ceased to speak: for the arm that clasped his neck grew stiff and heavy. A deep sigh escaped from the wasted form before him; the lips moved, and a smile played upon the face; but the lips were pallid, and the smile faded into a rigid and ghastly stare. He was alone in the world. </p> <p> - ‘That night, in the silence and desolation of his miserable room, the + ‘That night, in the silence and desolation of his miserable room, the wretched man knelt down by the dead body of his wife, and called on God to witness a terrible oath, that from that hour, he devoted himself to revenge her death and that of his child; that thenceforth to the last @@ -16252,7 +16184,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger through the world. </p> <p> - ‘The deepest despair, and passion scarcely human, had made such fierce + ‘The deepest despair, and passion scarcely human, had made such fierce ravages on his face and form, in that one night, that his companions in misfortune shrank affrighted from him as he passed by. His eyes were bloodshot and heavy, his face a deadly white, and his body bent as if with @@ -16264,14 +16196,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was burning within. </p> <p> - ‘It was necessary that his wife’s body should be removed from the prison, + ‘It was necessary that his wife’s body should be removed from the prison, without delay. He received the communication with perfect calmness, and acquiesced in its propriety. Nearly all the inmates of the prison had assembled to witness its removal; they fell back on either side when the widower appeared; he walked hurriedly forward, and stationed himself, alone, in a little railed area close to the lodge gate, from whence the crowd, with an instinctive feeling of delicacy, had retired. The rude - coffin was borne slowly forward on men’s shoulders. A dead silence + coffin was borne slowly forward on men’s shoulders. A dead silence pervaded the throng, broken only by the audible lamentations of the women, and the shuffling steps of the bearers on the stone pavement. They reached the spot where the bereaved husband stood: and stopped. He laid his hand @@ -16282,7 +16214,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the ground. </p> <p> - ‘Although for many weeks after this, he was watched, night and day, in the + ‘Although for many weeks after this, he was watched, night and day, in the wildest ravings of fever, neither the consciousness of his loss, nor the recollection of the vow he had made, ever left him for a moment. Scenes changed before his eyes, place succeeded place, and event followed event, @@ -16297,13 +16229,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger bore, amidst the roaring mass of water, with a speed and force which nothing could resist; and striking the stem of the foremost vessel, crushed her beneath their keel. From the huge whirlpool which the sinking - wreck occasioned, arose a shriek so loud and shrill—the death-cry of - a hundred drowning creatures, blended into one fierce yell—that it + wreck occasioned, arose a shriek so loud and shrill—the death-cry of + a hundred drowning creatures, blended into one fierce yell—that it rung far above the war-cry of the elements, and echoed, and re-echoed till - it seemed to pierce air, sky, and ocean. But what was that—that old - gray head that rose above the water’s surface, and with looks of agony, + it seemed to pierce air, sky, and ocean. But what was that—that old + gray head that rose above the water’s surface, and with looks of agony, and screams for aid, buffeted with the waves! One look, and he had sprung - from the vessel’s side, and with vigorous strokes was swimming towards it. + from the vessel’s side, and with vigorous strokes was swimming towards it. He reached it; he was close upon it. They were <i>his </i>features. The old man saw him coming, and vainly strove to elude his grasp. But he clasped him tight, and dragged him beneath the water. Down, down with him, @@ -16311,7 +16243,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger wholly ceased. He was dead; he had killed him, and had kept his oath. </p> <p> - ‘He was traversing the scorching sands of a mighty desert, barefoot and + ‘He was traversing the scorching sands of a mighty desert, barefoot and alone. The sand choked and blinded him; its fine thin grains entered the very pores of his skin, and irritated him almost to madness. Gigantic masses of the same material, carried forward by the wind, and shone @@ -16328,30 +16260,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger throwing his aching limbs upon the bank, sank into a delicious trance. The sound of approaching footsteps roused him. An old gray-headed man tottered forward to slake his burning thirst. It was <i>he</i> again! He wound his - arms round the old man’s body, and held him back. He struggled, and - shrieked for water—for but one drop of water to save his life! But + arms round the old man’s body, and held him back. He struggled, and + shrieked for water—for but one drop of water to save his life! But he held the old man firmly, and watched his agonies with greedy eyes; and when his lifeless head fell forward on his bosom, he rolled the corpse from him with his feet. </p> <p> - ‘When the fever left him, and consciousness returned, he awoke to find + ‘When the fever left him, and consciousness returned, he awoke to find himself rich and free, to hear that the parent who would have let him die - in jail—<i>would</i>! who <i>had </i>let those who were far dearer + in jail—<i>would</i>! who <i>had </i>let those who were far dearer to him than his own existence die of want, and sickness of heart that - medicine cannot cure—had been found dead in his bed of down. He had + medicine cannot cure—had been found dead in his bed of down. He had had all the heart to leave his son a beggar, but proud even of his health and strength, had put off the act till it was too late, and now might gnash his teeth in the other world, at the thought of the wealth his remissness had left him. He awoke to this, and he awoke to more. To recollect the purpose for which he lived, and to remember that his enemy - was his wife’s own father—the man who had cast him into prison, and + was his wife’s own father—the man who had cast him into prison, and who, when his daughter and her child sued at his feet for mercy, had spurned them from his door. Oh, how he cursed the weakness that prevented him from being up, and active, in his scheme of vengeance! </p> <p> - ‘He caused himself to be carried from the scene of his loss and misery, + ‘He caused himself to be carried from the scene of his loss and misery, and conveyed to a quiet residence on the sea-coast; not in the hope of recovering his peace of mind or happiness, for both were fled for ever; but to restore his prostrate energies, and meditate on his darling object. @@ -16359,17 +16291,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger most horrible revenge. </p> <p> - ‘It was summer-time; and wrapped in his gloomy thoughts, he would issue + ‘It was summer-time; and wrapped in his gloomy thoughts, he would issue from his solitary lodgings early in the evening, and wandering along a narrow path beneath the cliffs, to a wild and lonely spot that had struck his fancy in his ramblings, seat himself on some fallen fragment of the - rock, and burying his face in his hands, remain there for hours—sometimes + rock, and burying his face in his hands, remain there for hours—sometimes until night had completely closed in, and the long shadows of the frowning cliffs above his head cast a thick, black darkness on every object near him. </p> <p> - ‘He was seated here, one calm evening, in his old position, now and then + ‘He was seated here, one calm evening, in his old position, now and then raising his head to watch the flight of a sea-gull, or carry his eye along the glorious crimson path, which, commencing in the middle of the ocean, seemed to lead to its very verge where the sun was setting, when the @@ -16379,7 +16311,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hastened in the direction whence it proceeded. </p> <p> - ‘The tale told itself at once: some scattered garments lay on the beach; a + ‘The tale told itself at once: some scattered garments lay on the beach; a human head was just visible above the waves at a little distance from the shore; and an old man, wringing his hands in agony, was running to and fro, shrieking for assistance. The invalid, whose strength was now @@ -16387,57 +16319,57 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with the intention of plunging in, and dragging the drowning man ashore. </p> <p> - ‘“Hasten here, Sir, in God’s name; help, help, sir, for the love of - Heaven. He is my son, Sir, my only son!” said the old man frantically, as - he advanced to meet him. “My only son, Sir, and he is dying before his - father’s eyes!” + ‘“Hasten here, Sir, in God’s name; help, help, sir, for the love of + Heaven. He is my son, Sir, my only son!” said the old man frantically, as + he advanced to meet him. “My only son, Sir, and he is dying before his + father’s eyes!” </p> <p> - ‘At the first word the old man uttered, the stranger checked himself in + ‘At the first word the old man uttered, the stranger checked himself in his career, and, folding his arms, stood perfectly motionless. </p> <p> - ‘“Great God!” exclaimed the old man, recoiling, “Heyling!” + ‘“Great God!” exclaimed the old man, recoiling, “Heyling!” </p> <p> - ‘The stranger smiled, and was silent. + ‘The stranger smiled, and was silent. </p> <p> - ‘“Heyling!” said the old man wildly; “my boy, Heyling, my dear boy, look, - look!” Gasping for breath, the miserable father pointed to the spot where + ‘“Heyling!” said the old man wildly; “my boy, Heyling, my dear boy, look, + look!” Gasping for breath, the miserable father pointed to the spot where the young man was struggling for life. </p> <p> - ‘“Hark!” said the old man. “He cries once more. He is alive yet. Heyling, - save him, save him!” + ‘“Hark!” said the old man. “He cries once more. He is alive yet. Heyling, + save him, save him!” </p> <p> - ‘The stranger smiled again, and remained immovable as a statue. + ‘The stranger smiled again, and remained immovable as a statue. </p> <p> - ‘“I have wronged you,” shrieked the old man, falling on his knees, and - clasping his hands together. “Be revenged; take my all, my life; cast me + ‘“I have wronged you,” shrieked the old man, falling on his knees, and + clasping his hands together. “Be revenged; take my all, my life; cast me into the water at your feet, and, if human nature can repress a struggle, I will die, without stirring hand or foot. Do it, Heyling, do it, but save - my boy; he is so young, Heyling, so young to die!” + my boy; he is so young, Heyling, so young to die!” </p> <p> - ‘“Listen,” said the stranger, grasping the old man fiercely by the wrist; - “I will have life for life, and here is <i>one</i>. <i>My</i> child died, - before his father’s eyes, a far more agonising and painful death than that - young slanderer of his sister’s worth is meeting while I speak. You - laughed—laughed in your daughter’s face, where death had already set - his hand—at our sufferings, then. What think you of them now! See - there, see there!” + ‘“Listen,” said the stranger, grasping the old man fiercely by the wrist; + “I will have life for life, and here is <i>one</i>. <i>My</i> child died, + before his father’s eyes, a far more agonising and painful death than that + young slanderer of his sister’s worth is meeting while I speak. You + laughed—laughed in your daughter’s face, where death had already set + his hand—at our sufferings, then. What think you of them now! See + there, see there!” </p> <p> - ‘As the stranger spoke, he pointed to the sea. A faint cry died away upon + ‘As the stranger spoke, he pointed to the sea. A faint cry died away upon its surface; the last powerful struggle of the dying man agitated the rippling waves for a few seconds; and the spot where he had gone down into his early grave, was undistinguishable from the surrounding water. </p> <p> - ‘Three years had elapsed, when a gentleman alighted from a private + ‘Three years had elapsed, when a gentleman alighted from a private carriage at the door of a London attorney, then well known as a man of no great nicety in his professional dealings, and requested a private interview on business of importance. Although evidently not past the prime @@ -16448,72 +16380,72 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his whole life. </p> <p> - ‘“I wish you to undertake some legal business for me,” said the stranger. + ‘“I wish you to undertake some legal business for me,” said the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘The attorney bowed obsequiously, and glanced at a large packet which the + ‘The attorney bowed obsequiously, and glanced at a large packet which the gentleman carried in his hand. His visitor observed the look, and proceeded. </p> <p> - ‘“It is no common business,” said he; “nor have these papers reached my - hands without long trouble and great expense.” + ‘“It is no common business,” said he; “nor have these papers reached my + hands without long trouble and great expense.” </p> <p> - ‘The attorney cast a still more anxious look at the packet; and his + ‘The attorney cast a still more anxious look at the packet; and his visitor, untying the string that bound it, disclosed a quantity of promissory notes, with copies of deeds, and other documents. </p> <p> - ‘“Upon these papers,” said the client, “the man whose name they bear, has + ‘“Upon these papers,” said the client, “the man whose name they bear, has raised, as you will see, large sums of money, for years past. There was a tacit understanding between him and the men into whose hands they - originally went—and from whom I have by degrees purchased the whole, - for treble and quadruple their nominal value—that these loans should + originally went—and from whom I have by degrees purchased the whole, + for treble and quadruple their nominal value—that these loans should be from time to time renewed, until a given period had elapsed. Such an understanding is nowhere expressed. He has sustained many losses of late; and these obligations accumulating upon him at once, would crush him to - the earth.” + the earth.” </p> <p> - ‘“The whole amount is many thousands of pounds,” said the attorney, + ‘“The whole amount is many thousands of pounds,” said the attorney, looking over the papers. </p> <p> - ‘“It is,” said the client. + ‘“It is,” said the client. </p> <p> - ‘“What are we to do?” inquired the man of business. + ‘“What are we to do?” inquired the man of business. </p> <p> - ‘“Do!” replied the client, with sudden vehemence. “Put every engine of the + ‘“Do!” replied the client, with sudden vehemence. “Put every engine of the law in force, every trick that ingenuity can devise and rascality execute; fair means and foul; the open oppression of the law, aided by all the craft of its most ingenious practitioners. I would have him die a harassing and lingering death. Ruin him, seize and sell his lands and goods, drive him from house and home, and drag him forth a beggar in his - old age, to die in a common jail.” + old age, to die in a common jail.” </p> <p> - ‘“But the costs, my dear Sir, the costs of all this,” reasoned the - attorney, when he had recovered from his momentary surprise. “If the - defendant be a man of straw, who is to pay the costs, Sir?” + ‘“But the costs, my dear Sir, the costs of all this,” reasoned the + attorney, when he had recovered from his momentary surprise. “If the + defendant be a man of straw, who is to pay the costs, Sir?” </p> <p> - ‘“Name any sum,” said the stranger, his hand trembling so violently with - excitement, that he could scarcely hold the pen he seized as he spoke—“any - sum, and it is yours. Don’t be afraid to name it, man. I shall not think - it dear, if you gain my object.” + ‘“Name any sum,” said the stranger, his hand trembling so violently with + excitement, that he could scarcely hold the pen he seized as he spoke—“any + sum, and it is yours. Don’t be afraid to name it, man. I shall not think + it dear, if you gain my object.” </p> <p> - ‘The attorney named a large sum, at hazard, as the advance he should + ‘The attorney named a large sum, at hazard, as the advance he should require to secure himself against the possibility of loss; but more with the view of ascertaining how far his client was really disposed to go, than with any idea that he would comply with the demand. The stranger wrote a cheque upon his banker, for the whole amount, and left him. </p> <p> - ‘The draft was duly honoured, and the attorney, finding that his strange + ‘The draft was duly honoured, and the attorney, finding that his strange client might be safely relied upon, commenced his work in earnest. For more than two years afterwards, Mr. Heyling would sit whole days together, in the office, poring over the papers as they accumulated, and reading @@ -16521,16 +16453,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the prayers for a little delay, the representations of the certain ruin in which the opposite party must be involved, which poured in, as suit after suit, and process after process, was commenced. To all applications for a - brief indulgence, there was but one reply—the money must be paid. + brief indulgence, there was but one reply—the money must be paid. Land, house, furniture, each in its turn, was taken under some one of the numerous executions which were issued; and the old man himself would have been immured in prison had he not escaped the vigilance of the officers, and fled. </p> <p> - ‘The implacable animosity of Heyling, so far from being satiated by the + ‘The implacable animosity of Heyling, so far from being satiated by the success of his persecution, increased a hundredfold with the ruin he - inflicted. On being informed of the old man’s flight, his fury was + inflicted. On being informed of the old man’s flight, his fury was unbounded. He gnashed his teeth with rage, tore the hair from his head, and assailed with horrid imprecations the men who had been intrusted with the writ. He was only restored to comparative calmness by repeated @@ -16541,46 +16473,46 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger undiscovered. </p> <p> - ‘At length late one night, Heyling, of whom nothing had been seen for many - weeks before, appeared at his attorney’s private residence, and sent up + ‘At length late one night, Heyling, of whom nothing had been seen for many + weeks before, appeared at his attorney’s private residence, and sent up word that a gentleman wished to see him instantly. Before the attorney, who had recognised his voice from above stairs, could order the servant to admit him, he had rushed up the staircase, and entered the drawing-room pale and breathless. Having closed the door, to prevent being overheard, - he sank into a chair, and said, in a low voice— + he sank into a chair, and said, in a low voice— </p> <p> - ‘“Hush! I have found him at last.” + ‘“Hush! I have found him at last.” </p> <p> - ‘“No!” said the attorney. “Well done, my dear sir, well done.” + ‘“No!” said the attorney. “Well done, my dear sir, well done.” </p> <p> - ‘“He lies concealed in a wretched lodging in Camden Town,” said Heyling. - “Perhaps it is as well we <i>did </i>lose sight of him, for he has been + ‘“He lies concealed in a wretched lodging in Camden Town,” said Heyling. + “Perhaps it is as well we <i>did </i>lose sight of him, for he has been living alone there, in the most abject misery, all the time, and he is - poor—very poor.” + poor—very poor.” </p> <p> - ‘“Very good,” said the attorney. “You will have the caption made - to-morrow, of course?” + ‘“Very good,” said the attorney. “You will have the caption made + to-morrow, of course?” </p> <p> - ‘“Yes,” replied Heyling. “Stay! No! The next day. You are surprised at my - wishing to postpone it,” he added, with a ghastly smile; “but I had + ‘“Yes,” replied Heyling. “Stay! No! The next day. You are surprised at my + wishing to postpone it,” he added, with a ghastly smile; “but I had forgotten. The next day is an anniversary in his life: let it be done - then.” + then.” </p> <p> - ‘“Very good,” said the attorney. “Will you write down instructions for the - officer?” + ‘“Very good,” said the attorney. “Will you write down instructions for the + officer?” </p> <p> - ‘“No; let him meet me here, at eight in the evening, and I will accompany - him myself.” + ‘“No; let him meet me here, at eight in the evening, and I will accompany + him myself.” </p> <p> - ‘They met on the appointed night, and, hiring a hackney-coach, directed + ‘They met on the appointed night, and, hiring a hackney-coach, directed the driver to stop at that corner of the old Pancras Road, at which stands the parish workhouse. By the time they alighted there, it was quite dark; and, proceeding by the dead wall in front of the Veterinary Hospital, they @@ -16589,7 +16521,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger desolate place enough, surrounded by little else than fields and ditches. </p> <p> - ‘Having drawn the travelling-cap he had on half over his face, and muffled + ‘Having drawn the travelling-cap he had on half over his face, and muffled himself in his cloak, Heyling stopped before the meanest-looking house in the street, and knocked gently at the door. It was at once opened by a woman, who dropped a curtsey of recognition, and Heyling, whispering the @@ -16597,22 +16529,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the front room, entered at once. </p> <p> - ‘The object of his search and his unrelenting animosity, now a decrepit + ‘The object of his search and his unrelenting animosity, now a decrepit old man, was seated at a bare deal table, on which stood a miserable candle. He started on the entrance of the stranger, and rose feebly to his feet. </p> <p> - ‘“What now, what now?” said the old man. “What fresh misery is this? What - do you want here?” + ‘“What now, what now?” said the old man. “What fresh misery is this? What + do you want here?” </p> <p> - ‘“A word with <i>you</i>,” replied Heyling. As he spoke, he seated himself + ‘“A word with <i>you</i>,” replied Heyling. As he spoke, he seated himself at the other end of the table, and, throwing off his cloak and cap, disclosed his features. </p> <p> - ‘The old man seemed instantly deprived of speech. He fell backward in his + ‘The old man seemed instantly deprived of speech. He fell backward in his chair, and, clasping his hands together, gazed on the apparition with a mingled look of abhorrence and fear. </p> @@ -16623,40 +16555,40 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0414.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘“This day six years,” said Heyling, “I claimed the life you owed me for - my child’s. Beside the lifeless form of your daughter, old man, I swore to + ‘“This day six years,” said Heyling, “I claimed the life you owed me for + my child’s. Beside the lifeless form of your daughter, old man, I swore to live a life of revenge. I have never swerved from my purpose for a - moment’s space; but if I had, one thought of her uncomplaining, suffering + moment’s space; but if I had, one thought of her uncomplaining, suffering look, as she drooped away, or of the starving face of our innocent child, would have nerved me to my task. My first act of requital you well - remember: this is my last.” + remember: this is my last.” </p> <p> - ‘The old man shivered, and his hands dropped powerless by his side. + ‘The old man shivered, and his hands dropped powerless by his side. </p> <p> - ‘“I leave England to-morrow,” said Heyling, after a moment’s pause. - “To-night I consign you to the living death to which you devoted her—a - hopeless prison—” + ‘“I leave England to-morrow,” said Heyling, after a moment’s pause. + “To-night I consign you to the living death to which you devoted her—a + hopeless prison—” </p> <p> - ‘He raised his eyes to the old man’s countenance, and paused. He lifted + ‘He raised his eyes to the old man’s countenance, and paused. He lifted the light to his face, set it gently down, and left the apartment. </p> <p> - ‘“You had better see to the old man,” he said to the woman, as he opened - the door, and motioned the officer to follow him into the street. “I think - he is ill.” The woman closed the door, ran hastily upstairs, and found him + ‘“You had better see to the old man,” he said to the woman, as he opened + the door, and motioned the officer to follow him into the street. “I think + he is ill.” The woman closed the door, ran hastily upstairs, and found him lifeless. </p> <p> - ‘Beneath a plain gravestone, in one of the most peaceful and secluded + ‘Beneath a plain gravestone, in one of the most peaceful and secluded churchyards in Kent, where wild flowers mingle with the grass, and the soft landscape around forms the fairest spot in the garden of England, lie the bones of the young mother and her gentle child. But the ashes of the father do not mingle with theirs; nor, from that night forward, did the attorney ever gain the remotest clue to the subsequent history of his - queer client.’ + queer client.’ </p> <p> <br /> @@ -16683,239 +16615,239 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger ADVENTURE WITH A MIDDLE-AGED LADY IN YELLOW CURL-PAPERS </h2> <p class="pfirst"> - <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>hat ‘ere your - governor’s luggage, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller of his affectionate son, + <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>hat ‘ere your + governor’s luggage, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller of his affectionate son, as he entered the yard of the Bull Inn, Whitechapel, with a travelling-bag and a small portmanteau. </p> <p> - ‘You might ha’ made a worser guess than that, old feller,’ replied Mr. + ‘You might ha’ made a worser guess than that, old feller,’ replied Mr. Weller the younger, setting down his burden in the yard, and sitting - himself down upon it afterwards. ‘The governor hisself’ll be down here - presently.’ + himself down upon it afterwards. ‘The governor hisself’ll be down here + presently.’ </p> <p> - ‘He’s a-cabbin’ it, I suppose?’ said the father. + ‘He’s a-cabbin’ it, I suppose?’ said the father. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, he’s a havin’ two mile o’ danger at eight-pence,’ responded the son. - ‘How’s mother-in-law this mornin’?’ + ‘Yes, he’s a havin’ two mile o’ danger at eight-pence,’ responded the son. + ‘How’s mother-in-law this mornin’?’ </p> <p> - ‘Queer, Sammy, queer,’ replied the elder Mr. Weller, with impressive - gravity. ‘She’s been gettin’ rayther in the Methodistical order lately, - Sammy; and she is uncommon pious, to be sure. She’s too good a creetur for - me, Sammy. I feel I don’t deserve her.’ + ‘Queer, Sammy, queer,’ replied the elder Mr. Weller, with impressive + gravity. ‘She’s been gettin’ rayther in the Methodistical order lately, + Sammy; and she is uncommon pious, to be sure. She’s too good a creetur for + me, Sammy. I feel I don’t deserve her.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Samuel. ‘that’s wery self-denyin’ o’ you.’ + ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Samuel. ‘that’s wery self-denyin’ o’ you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery,’ replied his parent, with a sigh. ‘She’s got hold o’ some inwention - for grown-up people being born again, Sammy—the new birth, I think + ‘Wery,’ replied his parent, with a sigh. ‘She’s got hold o’ some inwention + for grown-up people being born again, Sammy—the new birth, I think they calls it. I should wery much like to see that system in haction, Sammy. I should wery much like to see your mother-in-law born again. - Wouldn’t I put her out to nurse!’ + Wouldn’t I put her out to nurse!’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you think them women does t’other day,’ continued Mr. Weller, + ‘What do you think them women does t’other day,’ continued Mr. Weller, after a short pause, during which he had significantly struck the side of - his nose with his forefinger some half-dozen times. ‘What do you think - they does, t’other day, Sammy?’ + his nose with his forefinger some half-dozen times. ‘What do you think + they does, t’other day, Sammy?’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t know,’ replied Sam, ‘what?’ + ‘Don’t know,’ replied Sam, ‘what?’ </p> <p> - ‘Goes and gets up a grand tea drinkin’ for a feller they calls their - shepherd,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘I was a-standing starin’ in at the pictur - shop down at our place, when I sees a little bill about it; “tickets + ‘Goes and gets up a grand tea drinkin’ for a feller they calls their + shepherd,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘I was a-standing starin’ in at the pictur + shop down at our place, when I sees a little bill about it; “tickets half-a-crown. All applications to be made to the committee. Secretary, - Mrs. Weller”; and when I got home there was the committee a-sittin’ in our - back parlour. Fourteen women; I wish you could ha’ heard ‘em, Sammy. There - they was, a-passin’ resolutions, and wotin’ supplies, and all sorts o’ + Mrs. Weller”; and when I got home there was the committee a-sittin’ in our + back parlour. Fourteen women; I wish you could ha’ heard ‘em, Sammy. There + they was, a-passin’ resolutions, and wotin’ supplies, and all sorts o’ games. Well, what with your mother-in-law a-worrying me to go, and what - with my looking for’ard to seein’ some queer starts if I did, I put my - name down for a ticket; at six o’clock on the Friday evenin’ I dresses - myself out wery smart, and off I goes with the old ‘ooman, and up we walks + with my looking for’ard to seein’ some queer starts if I did, I put my + name down for a ticket; at six o’clock on the Friday evenin’ I dresses + myself out wery smart, and off I goes with the old ‘ooman, and up we walks into a fust-floor where there was tea-things for thirty, and a whole lot - o’ women as begins whisperin’ to one another, and lookin’ at me, as if - they’d never seen a rayther stout gen’l’m’n of eight-and-fifty afore. By + o’ women as begins whisperin’ to one another, and lookin’ at me, as if + they’d never seen a rayther stout gen’l’m’n of eight-and-fifty afore. By and by, there comes a great bustle downstairs, and a lanky chap with a red - nose and a white neckcloth rushes up, and sings out, “Here’s the shepherd - a-coming to wisit his faithful flock;” and in comes a fat chap in black, - vith a great white face, a-smilin’ avay like clockwork. Such goin’s on, - Sammy! “The kiss of peace,” says the shepherd; and then he kissed the - women all round, and ven he’d done, the man vith the red nose began. I was - just a-thinkin’ whether I hadn’t better begin too—‘specially as - there was a wery nice lady a-sittin’ next me—ven in comes the tea, - and your mother-in-law, as had been makin’ the kettle bile downstairs. At + nose and a white neckcloth rushes up, and sings out, “Here’s the shepherd + a-coming to wisit his faithful flock;” and in comes a fat chap in black, + vith a great white face, a-smilin’ avay like clockwork. Such goin’s on, + Sammy! “The kiss of peace,” says the shepherd; and then he kissed the + women all round, and ven he’d done, the man vith the red nose began. I was + just a-thinkin’ whether I hadn’t better begin too—‘specially as + there was a wery nice lady a-sittin’ next me—ven in comes the tea, + and your mother-in-law, as had been makin’ the kettle bile downstairs. At it they went, tooth and nail. Such a precious loud hymn, Sammy, while the - tea was a brewing; such a grace, such eatin’ and drinkin’! I wish you - could ha’ seen the shepherd walkin’ into the ham and muffins. I never see - such a chap to eat and drink—never. The red-nosed man warn’t by no - means the sort of person you’d like to grub by contract, but he was - nothin’ to the shepherd. Well; arter the tea was over, they sang another + tea was a brewing; such a grace, such eatin’ and drinkin’! I wish you + could ha’ seen the shepherd walkin’ into the ham and muffins. I never see + such a chap to eat and drink—never. The red-nosed man warn’t by no + means the sort of person you’d like to grub by contract, but he was + nothin’ to the shepherd. Well; arter the tea was over, they sang another hymn, and then the shepherd began to preach: and wery well he did it, - considerin’ how heavy them muffins must have lied on his chest. Presently - he pulls up, all of a sudden, and hollers out, “Where is the sinner; where - is the mis’rable sinner?” Upon which, all the women looked at me, and - began to groan as if they was a-dying. I thought it was rather sing’ler, - but howsoever, I says nothing. Presently he pulls up again, and lookin’ - wery hard at me, says, “Where is the sinner; where is the mis’rable - sinner?” and all the women groans again, ten times louder than afore. I - got rather savage at this, so I takes a step or two for’ard and says, “My - friend,” says I, “did you apply that ‘ere obserwation to me?” ‘Stead of - beggin’ my pardon as any gen’l’m’n would ha’ done, he got more abusive - than ever:—called me a wessel, Sammy—a wessel of wrath—and - all sorts o’ names. So my blood being reg’larly up, I first gave him two + considerin’ how heavy them muffins must have lied on his chest. Presently + he pulls up, all of a sudden, and hollers out, “Where is the sinner; where + is the mis’rable sinner?” Upon which, all the women looked at me, and + began to groan as if they was a-dying. I thought it was rather sing’ler, + but howsoever, I says nothing. Presently he pulls up again, and lookin’ + wery hard at me, says, “Where is the sinner; where is the mis’rable + sinner?” and all the women groans again, ten times louder than afore. I + got rather savage at this, so I takes a step or two for’ard and says, “My + friend,” says I, “did you apply that ‘ere obserwation to me?” ‘Stead of + beggin’ my pardon as any gen’l’m’n would ha’ done, he got more abusive + than ever:—called me a wessel, Sammy—a wessel of wrath—and + all sorts o’ names. So my blood being reg’larly up, I first gave him two or three for himself, and then two or three more to hand over to the man - with the red nose, and walked off. I wish you could ha’ heard how the + with the red nose, and walked off. I wish you could ha’ heard how the women screamed, Sammy, ven they picked up the shepherd from underneath the - table—Hollo! here’s the governor, the size of life.’ + table—Hollo! here’s the governor, the size of life.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Weller spoke, Mr. Pickwick dismounted from a cab, and entered the yard. </p> <p> - ‘Fine mornin’, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, senior. + ‘Fine mornin’, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, senior. </p> <p> - ‘Beautiful indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Beautiful indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Beautiful indeed,’ echoes a red-haired man with an inquisitive nose and + ‘Beautiful indeed,’ echoes a red-haired man with an inquisitive nose and green spectacles, who had unpacked himself from a cab at the same moment - as Mr. Pickwick. ‘Going to Ipswich, Sir?’ + as Mr. Pickwick. ‘Going to Ipswich, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Extraordinary coincidence. So am I.’ + ‘Extraordinary coincidence. So am I.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick bowed. </p> <p> - ‘Going outside?’ said the red-haired man. + ‘Going outside?’ said the red-haired man. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick bowed again. </p> <p> - ‘Bless my soul, how remarkable—I am going outside, too,’ said the - red-haired man; ‘we are positively going together.’ And the red-haired + ‘Bless my soul, how remarkable—I am going outside, too,’ said the + red-haired man; ‘we are positively going together.’ And the red-haired man, who was an important-looking, sharp-nosed, mysterious-spoken personage, with a bird-like habit of giving his head a jerk every time he said anything, smiled as if he had made one of the strangest discoveries that ever fell to the lot of human wisdom. </p> <p> - ‘I am happy in the prospect of your company, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I am happy in the prospect of your company, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said the new-comer, ‘it’s a good thing for both of us, isn’t it? - Company, you see—company—is—is—it’s a very - different thing from solitude—ain’t it?’ + ‘Ah,’ said the new-comer, ‘it’s a good thing for both of us, isn’t it? + Company, you see—company—is—is—it’s a very + different thing from solitude—ain’t it?’ </p> <p> - ‘There’s no denying that ‘ere,’ said Mr. Weller, joining in the - conversation, with an affable smile. ‘That’s what I call a self-evident - proposition, as the dog’s-meat man said, when the housemaid told him he - warn’t a gentleman.’ + ‘There’s no denying that ‘ere,’ said Mr. Weller, joining in the + conversation, with an affable smile. ‘That’s what I call a self-evident + proposition, as the dog’s-meat man said, when the housemaid told him he + warn’t a gentleman.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, surveying Mr. Weller from head to foot with - a supercilious look. ‘Friend of yours, sir?’ + ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, surveying Mr. Weller from head to foot with + a supercilious look. ‘Friend of yours, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not exactly a friend,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, in a low tone. ‘The fact is, + ‘Not exactly a friend,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, in a low tone. ‘The fact is, he is my servant, but I allow him to take a good many liberties; for, between ourselves, I flatter myself he is an original, and I am rather - proud of him.’ + proud of him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, ‘that, you see, is a matter of taste. I am - not fond of anything original; I don’t like it; don’t see the necessity - for it. What’s your name, sir?’ + ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, ‘that, you see, is a matter of taste. I am + not fond of anything original; I don’t like it; don’t see the necessity + for it. What’s your name, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Here is my card, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, much amused by the + ‘Here is my card, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, much amused by the abruptness of the question, and the singular manner of the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, placing the card in his pocket-book, - ‘Pickwick; very good. I like to know a man’s name, it saves so much - trouble. That’s my card, sir. Magnus, you will perceive, sir—Magnus - is my name. It’s rather a good name, I think, sir.’ + ‘Ah,’ said the red-haired man, placing the card in his pocket-book, + ‘Pickwick; very good. I like to know a man’s name, it saves so much + trouble. That’s my card, sir. Magnus, you will perceive, sir—Magnus + is my name. It’s rather a good name, I think, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘A very good name, indeed,’ said Mr. Pickwick, wholly unable to repress a + ‘A very good name, indeed,’ said Mr. Pickwick, wholly unable to repress a smile. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I think it is,’ resumed Mr. Magnus. ‘There’s a good name before it, - too, you will observe. Permit me, sir—if you hold the card a little - slanting, this way, you catch the light upon the up-stroke. There—Peter - Magnus—sounds well, I think, sir.’ + ‘Yes, I think it is,’ resumed Mr. Magnus. ‘There’s a good name before it, + too, you will observe. Permit me, sir—if you hold the card a little + slanting, this way, you catch the light upon the up-stroke. There—Peter + Magnus—sounds well, I think, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Very,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Curious circumstance about those initials, sir,’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘You - will observe—P.M.—post meridian. In hasty notes to intimate - acquaintance, I sometimes sign myself “Afternoon.” It amuses my friends - very much, Mr. Pickwick.’ + ‘Curious circumstance about those initials, sir,’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘You + will observe—P.M.—post meridian. In hasty notes to intimate + acquaintance, I sometimes sign myself “Afternoon.” It amuses my friends + very much, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘It is calculated to afford them the highest gratification, I should - conceive,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rather envying the ease with which Mr. - Magnus’s friends were entertained. + ‘It is calculated to afford them the highest gratification, I should + conceive,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rather envying the ease with which Mr. + Magnus’s friends were entertained. </p> <p> - ‘Now, gen’l’m’n,’ said the hostler, ‘coach is ready, if you please.’ + ‘Now, gen’l’m’n,’ said the hostler, ‘coach is ready, if you please.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is all my luggage in?’ inquired Mr. Magnus. + ‘Is all my luggage in?’ inquired Mr. Magnus. </p> <p> - ‘All right, sir.’ + ‘All right, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is the red bag in?’ + ‘Is the red bag in?’ </p> <p> - ‘All right, Sir.’ + ‘All right, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘And the striped bag?’ + ‘And the striped bag?’ </p> <p> - ‘Fore boot, Sir.’ + ‘Fore boot, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘And the brown-paper parcel?’ + ‘And the brown-paper parcel?’ </p> <p> - ‘Under the seat, Sir.’ + ‘Under the seat, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘And the leather hat-box?’ + ‘And the leather hat-box?’ </p> <p> - ‘They’re all in, Sir.’ + ‘They’re all in, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, will you get up?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Now, will you get up?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Excuse me,’ replied Magnus, standing on the wheel. ‘Excuse me, Mr. + ‘Excuse me,’ replied Magnus, standing on the wheel. ‘Excuse me, Mr. Pickwick. I cannot consent to get up, in this state of uncertainty. I am - quite satisfied from that man’s manner, that the leather hat-box is not - in.’ + quite satisfied from that man’s manner, that the leather hat-box is not + in.’ </p> <p> The solemn protestations of the hostler being wholly unavailing, the @@ -16923,116 +16855,116 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger boot, to satisfy him that it had been safely packed; and after he had been assured on this head, he felt a solemn presentiment, first, that the red bag was mislaid, and next that the striped bag had been stolen, and then - that the brown-paper parcel ‘had come untied.’ At length when he had + that the brown-paper parcel ‘had come untied.’ At length when he had received ocular demonstration of the groundless nature of each and every of these suspicions, he consented to climb up to the roof of the coach, observing that now he had taken everything off his mind, he felt quite comfortable and happy. </p> <p> - ‘You’re given to nervousness, ain’t you, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller, + ‘You’re given to nervousness, ain’t you, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller, senior, eyeing the stranger askance, as he mounted to his place. </p> <p> - ‘Yes; I always am rather about these little matters,’ said the stranger, - ‘but I am all right now—quite right.’ + ‘Yes; I always am rather about these little matters,’ said the stranger, + ‘but I am all right now—quite right.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, that’s a blessin’, said Mr. Weller. ‘Sammy, help your master up to - the box; t’other leg, Sir, that’s it; give us your hand, Sir. Up with you. - You was a lighter weight when you was a boy, sir.’ + ‘Well, that’s a blessin’, said Mr. Weller. ‘Sammy, help your master up to + the box; t’other leg, Sir, that’s it; give us your hand, Sir. Up with you. + You was a lighter weight when you was a boy, sir.’ </p> <p> - True enough, that, Mr. Weller,’ said the breathless Mr. Pickwick + True enough, that, Mr. Weller,’ said the breathless Mr. Pickwick good-humouredly, as he took his seat on the box beside him. </p> <p> - ‘Jump up in front, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Now Villam, run ‘em out. Take - care o’ the archvay, gen’l’m’n. “Heads,” as the pieman says. That’ll do, - Villam. Let ‘em alone.’ And away went the coach up Whitechapel, to the + ‘Jump up in front, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Now Villam, run ‘em out. Take + care o’ the archvay, gen’l’m’n. “Heads,” as the pieman says. That’ll do, + Villam. Let ‘em alone.’ And away went the coach up Whitechapel, to the admiration of the whole population of that pretty densely populated quarter. </p> <p> - ‘Not a wery nice neighbourhood, this, Sir,’ said Sam, with a touch of the + ‘Not a wery nice neighbourhood, this, Sir,’ said Sam, with a touch of the hat, which always preceded his entering into conversation with his master. </p> <p> - ‘It is not indeed, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying the crowded and + ‘It is not indeed, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying the crowded and filthy street through which they were passing. </p> <p> - ‘It’s a wery remarkable circumstance, Sir,’ said Sam, ‘that poverty and - oysters always seem to go together.’ + ‘It’s a wery remarkable circumstance, Sir,’ said Sam, ‘that poverty and + oysters always seem to go together.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t understand you, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I don’t understand you, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘What I mean, sir,’ said Sam, ‘is, that the poorer a place is, the greater - call there seems to be for oysters. Look here, sir; here’s a oyster-stall - to every half-dozen houses. The street’s lined vith ‘em. Blessed if I - don’t think that ven a man’s wery poor, he rushes out of his lodgings, and - eats oysters in reg’lar desperation.’ + ‘What I mean, sir,’ said Sam, ‘is, that the poorer a place is, the greater + call there seems to be for oysters. Look here, sir; here’s a oyster-stall + to every half-dozen houses. The street’s lined vith ‘em. Blessed if I + don’t think that ven a man’s wery poor, he rushes out of his lodgings, and + eats oysters in reg’lar desperation.’ </p> <p> - ‘To be sure he does,’ said Mr. Weller, senior; ‘and it’s just the same - vith pickled salmon!’ + ‘To be sure he does,’ said Mr. Weller, senior; ‘and it’s just the same + vith pickled salmon!’ </p> <p> - ‘Those are two very remarkable facts, which never occurred to me before,’ - said Mr. Pickwick. ‘The very first place we stop at, I’ll make a note of - them.’ + ‘Those are two very remarkable facts, which never occurred to me before,’ + said Mr. Pickwick. ‘The very first place we stop at, I’ll make a note of + them.’ </p> <p> By this time they had reached the turnpike at Mile End; a profound silence prevailed until they had got two or three miles farther on, when Mr. - Weller, senior, turning suddenly to Mr. Pickwick, said— + Weller, senior, turning suddenly to Mr. Pickwick, said— </p> <p> - ‘Wery queer life is a pike-keeper’s, sir.’ + ‘Wery queer life is a pike-keeper’s, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘A what?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘A what?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘A pike-keeper.’ + ‘A pike-keeper.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by a pike-keeper?’ inquired Mr. Peter Magnus. + ‘What do you mean by a pike-keeper?’ inquired Mr. Peter Magnus. </p> <p> - ‘The old ‘un means a turnpike-keeper, gen’l’m’n,’ observed Mr. Samuel + ‘The old ‘un means a turnpike-keeper, gen’l’m’n,’ observed Mr. Samuel Weller, in explanation. </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I see. Yes; very curious life. Very - uncomfortable.’ + ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I see. Yes; very curious life. Very + uncomfortable.’ </p> <p> - ‘They’re all on ‘em men as has met vith some disappointment in life,’ said + ‘They’re all on ‘em men as has met vith some disappointment in life,’ said Mr. Weller, senior. </p> <p> - ‘Ay, ay,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Ay, ay,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes. Consequence of vich, they retires from the world, and shuts + ‘Yes. Consequence of vich, they retires from the world, and shuts themselves up in pikes; partly with the view of being solitary, and partly - to rewenge themselves on mankind by takin’ tolls.’ + to rewenge themselves on mankind by takin’ tolls.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I never knew that before.’ + ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I never knew that before.’ </p> <p> - ‘Fact, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘if they was gen’l’m’n, you’d call ‘em - misanthropes, but as it is, they only takes to pike-keepin’.’ + ‘Fact, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘if they was gen’l’m’n, you’d call ‘em + misanthropes, but as it is, they only takes to pike-keepin’.’ </p> <p> With such conversation, possessing the inestimable charm of blending amusement with instruction, did Mr. Weller beguile the tediousness of the journey, during the greater part of the day. Topics of conversation were - never wanting, for even when any pause occurred in Mr. Weller’s loquacity, + never wanting, for even when any pause occurred in Mr. Weller’s loquacity, it was abundantly supplied by the desire evinced by Mr. Magnus to make himself acquainted with the whole of the personal history of his fellow-travellers, and his loudly-expressed anxiety at every stage, @@ -17047,7 +16979,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger rampacious animal with flowing mane and tail, distantly resembling an insane cart-horse, which is elevated above the principal door. The Great White Horse is famous in the neighbourhood, in the same degree as a prize - ox, or a county-paper-chronicled turnip, or unwieldy pig—for its + ox, or a county-paper-chronicled turnip, or unwieldy pig—for its enormous size. Never was such labyrinths of uncarpeted passages, such clusters of mouldy, ill-lighted rooms, such huge numbers of small dens for eating or sleeping in, beneath any one roof, as are collected together @@ -17060,52 +16992,52 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger particular evening to which this chapter of our history bears reference. </p> <p> - ‘Do you stop here, sir?’ inquired Mr. Peter Magnus, when the striped bag, + ‘Do you stop here, sir?’ inquired Mr. Peter Magnus, when the striped bag, and the red bag, and the brown-paper parcel, and the leather hat-box, had - all been deposited in the passage. ‘Do you stop here, sir?’ + all been deposited in the passage. ‘Do you stop here, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I do,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I do,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘I never knew anything like these + ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘I never knew anything like these extraordinary coincidences. Why, I stop here too. I hope we dine - together?’ + together?’ </p> <p> - ‘With pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am not quite certain whether I + ‘With pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am not quite certain whether I have any friends here or not, though. Is there any gentleman of the name - of Tupman here, waiter?’ + of Tupman here, waiter?’ </p> <p> - A corpulent man, with a fortnight’s napkin under his arm, and coeval + A corpulent man, with a fortnight’s napkin under his arm, and coeval stockings on his legs, slowly desisted from his occupation of staring down the street, on this question being put to him by Mr. Pickwick; and, after - minutely inspecting that gentleman’s appearance, from the crown of his hat - to the lowest button of his gaiters, replied emphatically— + minutely inspecting that gentleman’s appearance, from the crown of his hat + to the lowest button of his gaiters, replied emphatically— </p> <p> - ‘No!’ + ‘No!’ </p> <p> - ‘Nor any gentleman of the name of Snodgrass?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Nor any gentleman of the name of Snodgrass?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No!’ + ‘No!’ </p> <p> - ‘Nor Winkle?’ + ‘Nor Winkle?’ </p> <p> - ‘No!’ + ‘No!’ </p> <p> - ‘My friends have not arrived to-day, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘We will - dine alone, then. Show us a private room, waiter.’ + ‘My friends have not arrived to-day, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘We will + dine alone, then. Show us a private room, waiter.’ </p> <p> On this request being preferred, the corpulent man condescended to order - the boots to bring in the gentlemen’s luggage; and preceding them down a + the boots to bring in the gentlemen’s luggage; and preceding them down a long, dark passage, ushered them into a large, badly-furnished apartment, with a dirty grate, in which a small fire was making a wretched attempt to be cheerful, but was fast sinking beneath the dispiriting influence of the @@ -17123,78 +17055,78 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger brothers (most talkative men have a great deal to say about their brothers), Mr. Peter Magnus took a view of Mr. Pickwick through his coloured spectacles for several minutes, and then said, with an air of - modesty— + modesty— </p> <p> - ‘And what do you think—what <i>do</i> you think, Mr. Pickwick—I - have come down here for?’ + ‘And what do you think—what <i>do</i> you think, Mr. Pickwick—I + have come down here for?’ </p> <p> - ‘Upon my word,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘it is wholly impossible for me to - guess; on business, perhaps.’ + ‘Upon my word,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘it is wholly impossible for me to + guess; on business, perhaps.’ </p> <p> - ‘Partly right, Sir,’ replied Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘but partly wrong at the - same time; try again, Mr. Pickwick.’ + ‘Partly right, Sir,’ replied Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘but partly wrong at the + same time; try again, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘Really,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I must throw myself on your mercy, to tell + ‘Really,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I must throw myself on your mercy, to tell me or not, as you may think best; for I should never guess, if I were to - try all night.’ + try all night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, then, he-he-he!’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, with a bashful titter, ‘what + ‘Why, then, he-he-he!’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, with a bashful titter, ‘what should you think, Mr. Pickwick, if I had come down here to make a - proposal, Sir, eh? He, he, he!’ + proposal, Sir, eh? He, he, he!’ </p> <p> - ‘Think! That you are very likely to succeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, with + ‘Think! That you are very likely to succeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, with one of his beaming smiles. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘But do you really think so, Mr. Pickwick? Do you, - though?’ + ‘Ah!’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘But do you really think so, Mr. Pickwick? Do you, + though?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No; but you’re joking, though.’ + ‘No; but you’re joking, though.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am not, indeed.’ + ‘I am not, indeed.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, then,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘to let you into a little secret, I think so - too. I don’t mind telling you, Mr. Pickwick, although I’m dreadful jealous - by nature—horrid—that the lady is in this house.’ Here Mr. + ‘Why, then,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘to let you into a little secret, I think so + too. I don’t mind telling you, Mr. Pickwick, although I’m dreadful jealous + by nature—horrid—that the lady is in this house.’ Here Mr. Magnus took off his spectacles, on purpose to wink, and then put them on again. </p> <p> - ‘That’s what you were running out of the room for, before dinner, then, so - often,’ said Mr. Pickwick archly. + ‘That’s what you were running out of the room for, before dinner, then, so + often,’ said Mr. Pickwick archly. </p> <p> - ‘Hush! Yes, you’re right, that was it; not such a fool as to see her, - though.’ + ‘Hush! Yes, you’re right, that was it; not such a fool as to see her, + though.’ </p> <p> - ‘No!’ + ‘No!’ </p> <p> - ‘No; wouldn’t do, you know, after having just come off a journey. Wait + ‘No; wouldn’t do, you know, after having just come off a journey. Wait till to-morrow, sir; double the chance then. Mr. Pickwick, Sir, there is a suit of clothes in that bag, and a hat in that box, which, I expect, in - the effect they will produce, will be invaluable to me, sir.’ + the effect they will produce, will be invaluable to me, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes; you must have observed my anxiety about them to-day. I do not + ‘Yes; you must have observed my anxiety about them to-day. I do not believe that such another suit of clothes, and such a hat, could be bought - for money, Mr. Pickwick.’ + for money, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick congratulated the fortunate owner of the irresistible @@ -17202,55 +17134,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger apparently absorbed in contemplation. </p> <p> - ‘She’s a fine creature,’ said Mr. Magnus. + ‘She’s a fine creature,’ said Mr. Magnus. </p> <p> - ‘Is she?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Is she?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘Very. She lives about twenty miles from here, + ‘Very,’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘Very. She lives about twenty miles from here, Mr. Pickwick. I heard she would be here to-night and all to-morrow forenoon, and came down to seize the opportunity. I think an inn is a good sort of a place to propose to a single woman in, Mr. Pickwick. She is more likely to feel the loneliness of her situation in travelling, perhaps, - than she would be at home. What do you think, Mr. Pickwick?’ + than she would be at home. What do you think, Mr. Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - ‘I think it is very probable,’ replied that gentleman. + ‘I think it is very probable,’ replied that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘but I am - naturally rather curious; what may you have come down here for?’ + ‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘but I am + naturally rather curious; what may you have come down here for?’ </p> <p> - ‘On a far less pleasant errand, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, the colour - mounting to his face at the recollection. ‘I have come down here, Sir, to + ‘On a far less pleasant errand, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, the colour + mounting to his face at the recollection. ‘I have come down here, Sir, to expose the treachery and falsehood of an individual, upon whose truth and - honour I placed implicit reliance.’ + honour I placed implicit reliance.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘that’s very unpleasant. It is a lady, I + ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘that’s very unpleasant. It is a lady, I presume? Eh? ah! Sly, Mr. Pickwick, sly. Well, Mr. Pickwick, sir, I - wouldn’t probe your feelings for the world. Painful subjects, these, sir, - very painful. Don’t mind me, Mr. Pickwick, if you wish to give vent to + wouldn’t probe your feelings for the world. Painful subjects, these, sir, + very painful. Don’t mind me, Mr. Pickwick, if you wish to give vent to your feelings. I know what it is to be jilted, Sir; I have endured that - sort of thing three or four times.’ + sort of thing three or four times.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am much obliged to you, for your condolence on what you presume to be - my melancholy case,’ said Mr. Pickwick, winding up his watch, and laying - it on the table, ‘but—’ + ‘I am much obliged to you, for your condolence on what you presume to be + my melancholy case,’ said Mr. Pickwick, winding up his watch, and laying + it on the table, ‘but—’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘not a word more; it’s a painful subject. - I see, I see. What’s the time, Mr. Pickwick?’ + ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘not a word more; it’s a painful subject. + I see, I see. What’s the time, Mr. Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - Past twelve.’ + Past twelve.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, it’s time to go to bed. It will never do, sitting here. I shall - be pale to-morrow, Mr. Pickwick.’ + ‘Dear me, it’s time to go to bed. It will never do, sitting here. I shall + be pale to-morrow, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> At the bare notion of such a calamity, Mr. Peter Magnus rang the bell for @@ -17261,26 +17193,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger through a multitude of tortuous windings, to another. </p> <p> - ‘This is your room, sir,’ said the chambermaid. + ‘This is your room, sir,’ said the chambermaid. </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking round him. It was a tolerably + ‘Very well,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking round him. It was a tolerably large double-bedded room, with a fire; upon the whole, a more - comfortable-looking apartment than Mr. Pickwick’s short experience of the + comfortable-looking apartment than Mr. Pickwick’s short experience of the accommodations of the Great White Horse had led him to expect. </p> <p> - ‘Nobody sleeps in the other bed, of course,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Nobody sleeps in the other bed, of course,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no, Sir.’ + ‘Oh, no, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good. Tell my servant to bring me up some hot water at half-past - eight in the morning, and that I shall not want him any more to-night.’ + ‘Very good. Tell my servant to bring me up some hot water at half-past + eight in the morning, and that I shall not want him any more to-night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir,’ and bidding Mr. Pickwick good-night, the chambermaid retired, + ‘Yes, Sir,’ and bidding Mr. Pickwick good-night, the chambermaid retired, and left him alone. </p> <p> @@ -17288,7 +17220,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger train of rambling meditations. First he thought of his friends, and wondered when they would join him; then his mind reverted to Mrs. Martha Bardell; and from that lady it wandered, by a natural process, to the - dingy counting-house of Dodson & Fogg. From Dodson & Fogg’s it + dingy counting-house of Dodson & Fogg. From Dodson & Fogg’s it flew off at a tangent, to the very centre of the history of the queer client; and then it came back to the Great White Horse at Ipswich, with sufficient clearness to convince Mr. Pickwick that he was falling asleep. @@ -17300,7 +17232,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger carried about, beneath the shadow of his waistcoat, for a greater number of years than we feel called upon to state at present. The possibility of going to sleep, unless it were ticking gently beneath his pillow, or in - the watch-pocket over his head, had never entered Mr. Pickwick’s brain. So + the watch-pocket over his head, had never entered Mr. Pickwick’s brain. So as it was pretty late now, and he was unwilling to ring his bell at that hour of the night, he slipped on his coat, of which he had just divested himself, and taking the japanned candlestick in his hand, walked quietly @@ -17325,20 +17257,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger perplexing. Rows of doors, garnished with boots of every shape, make, and size, branched off in every possible direction. A dozen times did he softly turn the handle of some bedroom door which resembled his own, when - a gruff cry from within of ‘Who the devil’s that?’ or ‘What do you want - here?’ caused him to steal away, on tiptoe, with a perfectly marvellous + a gruff cry from within of ‘Who the devil’s that?’ or ‘What do you want + here?’ caused him to steal away, on tiptoe, with a perfectly marvellous celerity. He was reduced to the verge of despair, when an open door attracted his attention. He peeped in. Right at last! There were the two beds, whose situation he perfectly remembered, and the fire still burning. His candle, not a long one when he first received it, had flickered away in the drafts of air through which he had passed and sank into the socket - as he closed the door after him. ‘No matter,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I can - undress myself just as well by the light of the fire.’ + as he closed the door after him. ‘No matter,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I can + undress myself just as well by the light of the fire.’ </p> <p> The bedsteads stood one on each side of the door; and on the inner side of each was a little path, terminating in a rush-bottomed chair, just wide - enough to admit of a person’s getting into or out of bed, on that side, if + enough to admit of a person’s getting into or out of bed, on that side, if he or she thought proper. Having carefully drawn the curtains of his bed on the outside, Mr. Pickwick sat down on the rush-bottomed chair, and leisurely divested himself of his shoes and gaiters. He then took off and @@ -17353,10 +17285,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger nightcap. </p> <p> - ‘It is the best idea,’ said Mr. Pickwick to himself, smiling till he - almost cracked the nightcap strings—‘it is the best idea, my losing + ‘It is the best idea,’ said Mr. Pickwick to himself, smiling till he + almost cracked the nightcap strings—‘it is the best idea, my losing myself in this place, and wandering about these staircases, that I ever - heard of. Droll, droll, very droll.’ Here Mr. Pickwick smiled again, a + heard of. Droll, droll, very droll.’ Here Mr. Pickwick smiled again, a broader smile than before, and was about to continue the process of undressing, in the best possible humour, when he was suddenly stopped by a most unexpected interruption: to wit, the entrance into the room of some @@ -17364,7 +17296,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger dressing-table, and set down the light upon it. </p> <p> - The smile that played on Mr. Pickwick’s features was instantaneously lost + The smile that played on Mr. Pickwick’s features was instantaneously lost in a look of the most unbounded and wonder-stricken surprise. The person, whoever it was, had come in so suddenly and with so little noise, that Mr. Pickwick had had no time to call out, or oppose their entrance. Who could @@ -17389,7 +17321,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Pickwick almost fainted with horror and dismay. Standing before the dressing-glass was a middle-aged lady, in yellow curl-papers, busily - engaged in brushing what ladies call their ‘back-hair.’ However the + engaged in brushing what ladies call their ‘back-hair.’ However the unconscious middle-aged lady came into that room, it was quite clear that she contemplated remaining there for the night; for she had brought a rushlight and shade with her, which, with praiseworthy precaution against @@ -17397,41 +17329,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger away, like a gigantic lighthouse in a particularly small piece of water. </p> <p> - ‘Bless my soul!’ thought Mr. Pickwick, ‘what a dreadful thing!’ + ‘Bless my soul!’ thought Mr. Pickwick, ‘what a dreadful thing!’ </p> <p> - ‘Hem!’ said the lady; and in went Mr. Pickwick’s head with automaton-like + ‘Hem!’ said the lady; and in went Mr. Pickwick’s head with automaton-like rapidity. </p> <p> - ‘I never met with anything so awful as this,’ thought poor Mr. Pickwick, - the cold perspiration starting in drops upon his nightcap. ‘Never. This is - fearful.’ + ‘I never met with anything so awful as this,’ thought poor Mr. Pickwick, + the cold perspiration starting in drops upon his nightcap. ‘Never. This is + fearful.’ </p> <p> It was quite impossible to resist the urgent desire to see what was going - forward. So out went Mr. Pickwick’s head again. The prospect was worse + forward. So out went Mr. Pickwick’s head again. The prospect was worse than before. The middle-aged lady had finished arranging her hair; had carefully enveloped it in a muslin nightcap with a small plaited border; and was gazing pensively on the fire. </p> <p> - ‘This matter is growing alarming,’ reasoned Mr. Pickwick with himself. ‘I - can’t allow things to go on in this way. By the self-possession of that + ‘This matter is growing alarming,’ reasoned Mr. Pickwick with himself. ‘I + can’t allow things to go on in this way. By the self-possession of that lady, it is clear to me that I must have come into the wrong room. If I - call out she’ll alarm the house; but if I remain here the consequences - will be still more frightful.’ + call out she’ll alarm the house; but if I remain here the consequences + will be still more frightful.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick, it is quite unnecessary to say, was one of the most modest and delicate-minded of mortals. The very idea of exhibiting his nightcap to a lady overpowered him, but he had tied those confounded strings in a - knot, and, do what he would, he couldn’t get it off. The disclosure must + knot, and, do what he would, he couldn’t get it off. The disclosure must be made. There was only one other way of doing it. He shrunk behind the - curtains, and called out very loudly— + curtains, and called out very loudly— </p> <p> - ‘Ha-hum!’ + ‘Ha-hum!’ </p> <p> That the lady started at this unexpected sound was evident, by her falling @@ -17442,8 +17374,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger before. </p> <p> - ‘Most extraordinary female this,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, popping in again. - ‘Ha-hum!’ + ‘Most extraordinary female this,’ thought Mr. Pickwick, popping in again. + ‘Ha-hum!’ </p> <p> These last sounds, so like those in which, as legends inform us, the @@ -17452,74 +17384,74 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger mistaken for the workings of fancy. </p> <p> - ‘Gracious Heaven!’ said the middle-aged lady, ‘what’s that?’ + ‘Gracious Heaven!’ said the middle-aged lady, ‘what’s that?’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s—it’s—only a gentleman, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, from + ‘It’s—it’s—only a gentleman, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, from behind the curtains. </p> <p> - ‘A gentleman!’ said the lady, with a terrific scream. + ‘A gentleman!’ said the lady, with a terrific scream. </p> <p> - ‘It’s all over!’ thought Mr. Pickwick. + ‘It’s all over!’ thought Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘A strange man!’ shrieked the lady. Another instant and the house would be + ‘A strange man!’ shrieked the lady. Another instant and the house would be alarmed. Her garments rustled as she rushed towards the door. </p> <p> - ‘Ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, thrusting out his head in the extremity of his - desperation, ‘ma’am!’ + ‘Ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, thrusting out his head in the extremity of his + desperation, ‘ma’am!’ </p> <p> Now, although Mr. Pickwick was not actuated by any definite object in putting out his head, it was instantaneously productive of a good effect. The lady, as we have already stated, was near the door. She must pass it, to reach the staircase, and she would most undoubtedly have done so by - this time, had not the sudden apparition of Mr. Pickwick’s nightcap driven + this time, had not the sudden apparition of Mr. Pickwick’s nightcap driven her back into the remotest corner of the apartment, where she stood staring wildly at Mr. Pickwick, while Mr. Pickwick in his turn stared wildly at her. </p> <p> - ‘Wretch,’ said the lady, covering her eyes with her hands, ‘what do you - want here?’ + ‘Wretch,’ said the lady, covering her eyes with her hands, ‘what do you + want here?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing, ma’am; nothing whatever, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick earnestly. + ‘Nothing, ma’am; nothing whatever, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick earnestly. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing!’ said the lady, looking up. + ‘Nothing!’ said the lady, looking up. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing, ma’am, upon my honour,’ said Mr. Pickwick, nodding his head so - energetically, that the tassel of his nightcap danced again. ‘I am almost - ready to sink, ma’am, beneath the confusion of addressing a lady in my - nightcap (here the lady hastily snatched off hers), but I can’t get it - off, ma’am (here Mr. Pickwick gave it a tremendous tug, in proof of the - statement). It is evident to me, ma’am, now, that I have mistaken this - bedroom for my own. I had not been here five minutes, ma’am, when you - suddenly entered it.’ + ‘Nothing, ma’am, upon my honour,’ said Mr. Pickwick, nodding his head so + energetically, that the tassel of his nightcap danced again. ‘I am almost + ready to sink, ma’am, beneath the confusion of addressing a lady in my + nightcap (here the lady hastily snatched off hers), but I can’t get it + off, ma’am (here Mr. Pickwick gave it a tremendous tug, in proof of the + statement). It is evident to me, ma’am, now, that I have mistaken this + bedroom for my own. I had not been here five minutes, ma’am, when you + suddenly entered it.’ </p> <p> - ‘If this improbable story be really true, Sir,’ said the lady, sobbing - violently, ‘you will leave it instantly.’ + ‘If this improbable story be really true, Sir,’ said the lady, sobbing + violently, ‘you will leave it instantly.’ </p> <p> - ‘I will, ma’am, with the greatest pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I will, ma’am, with the greatest pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Instantly, sir,’ said the lady. + ‘Instantly, sir,’ said the lady. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, ma’am,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick, very quickly. ‘Certainly, - ma’am. I—I—am very sorry, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, making - his appearance at the bottom of the bed, ‘to have been the innocent - occasion of this alarm and emotion; deeply sorry, ma’am.’ + ‘Certainly, ma’am,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick, very quickly. ‘Certainly, + ma’am. I—I—am very sorry, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, making + his appearance at the bottom of the bed, ‘to have been the innocent + occasion of this alarm and emotion; deeply sorry, ma’am.’ </p> <p> - The lady pointed to the door. One excellent quality of Mr. Pickwick’s + The lady pointed to the door. One excellent quality of Mr. Pickwick’s character was beautifully displayed at this moment, under the most trying circumstances. Although he had hastily put on his hat over his nightcap, after the manner of the old patrol; although he carried his shoes and @@ -17527,20 +17459,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger could subdue his native politeness. </p> <p> - ‘I am exceedingly sorry, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, bowing very low. + ‘I am exceedingly sorry, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, bowing very low. </p> <p> - ‘If you are, Sir, you will at once leave the room,’ said the lady. + ‘If you are, Sir, you will at once leave the room,’ said the lady. </p> <p> - ‘Immediately, ma’am; this instant, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, opening the + ‘Immediately, ma’am; this instant, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, opening the door, and dropping both his shoes with a crash in so doing. </p> <p> - ‘I trust, ma’am,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick, gathering up his shoes, and - turning round to bow again—‘I trust, ma’am, that my unblemished + ‘I trust, ma’am,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick, gathering up his shoes, and + turning round to bow again—‘I trust, ma’am, that my unblemished character, and the devoted respect I entertain for your sex, will plead as - some slight excuse for this—’ But before Mr. Pickwick could conclude + some slight excuse for this—’ But before Mr. Pickwick could conclude the sentence, the lady had thrust him into the passage, and locked and bolted the door behind him. </p> @@ -17568,8 +17500,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger boots, who was sitting up for the mail, was now about to retire to rest. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, suddenly appearing before him, ‘where’s my - bedroom?’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, suddenly appearing before him, ‘where’s my + bedroom?’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller stared at his master with the most emphatic surprise; and it @@ -17577,31 +17509,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger turned round, and led the way to the long-sought apartment. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he got into bed, ‘I have made one of the most - extraordinary mistakes to-night, that ever were heard of.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he got into bed, ‘I have made one of the most + extraordinary mistakes to-night, that ever were heard of.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery likely, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller drily. + ‘Wery likely, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller drily. </p> <p> - ‘But of this I am determined, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘that if I were to + ‘But of this I am determined, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘that if I were to stop in this house for six months, I would never trust myself about it, - alone, again.’ + alone, again.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s the wery prudentest resolution as you could come to, Sir,’ replied - Mr. Weller. ‘You rayther want somebody to look arter you, Sir, when your - judgment goes out a wisitin’.’ + ‘That’s the wery prudentest resolution as you could come to, Sir,’ replied + Mr. Weller. ‘You rayther want somebody to look arter you, Sir, when your + judgment goes out a wisitin’.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by that, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick. He raised himself in + ‘What do you mean by that, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick. He raised himself in bed, and extended his hand, as if he were about to say something more; but - suddenly checking himself, turned round, and bade his valet ‘Good-night.’ + suddenly checking himself, turned round, and bade his valet ‘Good-night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Good-night, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. He paused when he got outside the - door—shook his head—walked on—stopped—snuffed the - candle—shook his head again—and finally proceeded slowly to + ‘Good-night, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. He paused when he got outside the + door—shook his head—walked on—stopped—snuffed the + candle—shook his head again—and finally proceeded slowly to his chamber, apparently buried in the profoundest meditation. </p> <p> @@ -17618,21 +17550,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n a small room in the vicinity of the stableyard, betimes in the morning, which was ushered - in by Mr. Pickwick’s adventure with the middle—aged lady in the + in by Mr. Pickwick’s adventure with the middle—aged lady in the yellow curl-papers, sat Mr. Weller, senior, preparing himself for his journey to London. He was sitting in an excellent attitude for having his portrait taken; and here it is. </p> <p> It is very possible that at some earlier period of his career, Mr. - Weller’s profile might have presented a bold and determined outline. His + Weller’s profile might have presented a bold and determined outline. His face, however, had expanded under the influence of good living, and a disposition remarkable for resignation; and its bold, fleshy curves had so far extended beyond the limits originally assigned them, that unless you took a full view of his countenance in front, it was difficult to distinguish more than the extreme tip of a very rubicund nose. His chin, from the same cause, had acquired the grave and imposing form which is - generally described by prefixing the word ‘double’ to that expressive + generally described by prefixing the word ‘double’ to that expressive feature; and his complexion exhibited that peculiarly mottled combination of colours which is only to be seen in gentlemen of his profession, and in underdone roast beef. Round his neck he wore a crimson travelling-shawl, @@ -17650,7 +17582,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> We have said that Mr. Weller was engaged in preparing for his journey to - London—he was taking sustenance, in fact. On the table before him, + London—he was taking sustenance, in fact. On the table before him, stood a pot of ale, a cold round of beef, and a very respectable-looking loaf, to each of which he distributed his favours in turn, with the most rigid impartiality. He had just cut a mighty slice from the latter, when @@ -17658,108 +17590,108 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and he beheld his son. </p> <p> - ‘Mornin’, Sammy!’ said the father. + ‘Mornin’, Sammy!’ said the father. </p> <p> The son walked up to the pot of ale, and nodding significantly to his parent, took a long draught by way of reply. </p> <p> - ‘Wery good power o’ suction, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller the elder, looking - into the pot, when his first-born had set it down half empty. ‘You’d ha’ - made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if you’d been born in that station o’ - life.’ + ‘Wery good power o’ suction, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller the elder, looking + into the pot, when his first-born had set it down half empty. ‘You’d ha’ + made an uncommon fine oyster, Sammy, if you’d been born in that station o’ + life.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I des-say, I should ha’ managed to pick up a respectable livin’,’ + ‘Yes, I des-say, I should ha’ managed to pick up a respectable livin’,’ replied Sam applying himself to the cold beef, with considerable vigour. </p> <p> - ‘I’m wery sorry, Sammy,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, shaking up the ale, by - describing small circles with the pot, preparatory to drinking. ‘I’m wery + ‘I’m wery sorry, Sammy,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, shaking up the ale, by + describing small circles with the pot, preparatory to drinking. ‘I’m wery sorry, Sammy, to hear from your lips, as you let yourself be gammoned by - that ‘ere mulberry man. I always thought, up to three days ago, that the - names of Veller and gammon could never come into contract, Sammy, never.’ + that ‘ere mulberry man. I always thought, up to three days ago, that the + names of Veller and gammon could never come into contract, Sammy, never.’ </p> <p> - ‘Always exceptin’ the case of a widder, of course,’ said Sam. + ‘Always exceptin’ the case of a widder, of course,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Widders, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, slightly changing colour. ‘Widders - are ‘ceptions to ev’ry rule. I have heerd how many ordinary women one - widder’s equal to in pint o’ comin’ over you. I think it’s - five-and-twenty, but I don’t rightly know vether it ain’t more.’ + ‘Widders, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, slightly changing colour. ‘Widders + are ‘ceptions to ev’ry rule. I have heerd how many ordinary women one + widder’s equal to in pint o’ comin’ over you. I think it’s + five-and-twenty, but I don’t rightly know vether it ain’t more.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well; that’s pretty well,’ said Sam. + ‘Well; that’s pretty well,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Besides,’ continued Mr. Weller, not noticing the interruption, ‘that’s a + ‘Besides,’ continued Mr. Weller, not noticing the interruption, ‘that’s a wery different thing. You know what the counsel said, Sammy, as defended - the gen’l’m’n as beat his wife with the poker, venever he got jolly. “And - arter all, my Lord,” says he, “it’s a amiable weakness.” So I says - respectin’ widders, Sammy, and so you’ll say, ven you gets as old as me.’ + the gen’l’m’n as beat his wife with the poker, venever he got jolly. “And + arter all, my Lord,” says he, “it’s a amiable weakness.” So I says + respectin’ widders, Sammy, and so you’ll say, ven you gets as old as me.’ </p> <p> - ‘I ought to ha’ know’d better, I know,’ said Sam. + ‘I ought to ha’ know’d better, I know,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Ought to ha’ know’d better!’ repeated Mr. Weller, striking the table with - his fist. ‘Ought to ha’ know’d better! why, I know a young ‘un as hasn’t - had half nor quarter your eddication—as hasn’t slept about the - markets, no, not six months—who’d ha’ scorned to be let in, in such - a vay; scorned it, Sammy.’ In the excitement of feeling produced by this + ‘Ought to ha’ know’d better!’ repeated Mr. Weller, striking the table with + his fist. ‘Ought to ha’ know’d better! why, I know a young ‘un as hasn’t + had half nor quarter your eddication—as hasn’t slept about the + markets, no, not six months—who’d ha’ scorned to be let in, in such + a vay; scorned it, Sammy.’ In the excitement of feeling produced by this agonising reflection, Mr. Weller rang the bell, and ordered an additional pint of ale. </p> <p> - ‘Well, it’s no use talking about it now,’ said Sam. ‘It’s over, and can’t - be helped, and that’s one consolation, as they always says in Turkey, ven - they cuts the wrong man’s head off. It’s my innings now, gov’nor, and as - soon as I catches hold o’ this ‘ere Trotter, I’ll have a good ‘un.’ + ‘Well, it’s no use talking about it now,’ said Sam. ‘It’s over, and can’t + be helped, and that’s one consolation, as they always says in Turkey, ven + they cuts the wrong man’s head off. It’s my innings now, gov’nor, and as + soon as I catches hold o’ this ‘ere Trotter, I’ll have a good ‘un.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope you will, Sammy. I hope you will,’ returned Mr. Weller. ‘Here’s - your health, Sammy, and may you speedily vipe off the disgrace as you’ve - inflicted on the family name.’ In honour of this toast Mr. Weller imbibed + ‘I hope you will, Sammy. I hope you will,’ returned Mr. Weller. ‘Here’s + your health, Sammy, and may you speedily vipe off the disgrace as you’ve + inflicted on the family name.’ In honour of this toast Mr. Weller imbibed at a draught, at least two-thirds of a newly-arrived pint, and handed it over to his son, to dispose of the remainder, which he instantaneously did. </p> <p> - ‘And now, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, consulting a large double-faced silver - watch that hung at the end of the copper chain. ‘Now it’s time I was up at + ‘And now, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, consulting a large double-faced silver + watch that hung at the end of the copper chain. ‘Now it’s time I was up at the office to get my vay-bill and see the coach loaded; for coaches, - Sammy, is like guns—they requires to be loaded with wery great care, - afore they go off.’ + Sammy, is like guns—they requires to be loaded with wery great care, + afore they go off.’ </p> <p> At this parental and professional joke, Mr. Weller, junior, smiled a - filial smile. His revered parent continued in a solemn tone— - </p> - <p> - ‘I’m a-goin’ to leave you, Samivel, my boy, and there’s no telling ven I - shall see you again. Your mother-in-law may ha’ been too much for me, or a - thousand things may have happened by the time you next hears any news o’ - the celebrated Mr. Veller o’ the Bell Savage. The family name depends wery - much upon you, Samivel, and I hope you’ll do wot’s right by it. Upon all - little pints o’ breedin’, I know I may trust you as vell as if it was my - own self. So I’ve only this here one little bit of adwice to give you. If - ever you gets to up’ards o’ fifty, and feels disposed to go a-marryin’ - anybody—no matter who—jist you shut yourself up in your own - room, if you’ve got one, and pison yourself off hand. Hangin’s wulgar, so - don’t you have nothin’ to say to that. Pison yourself, Samivel, my boy, - pison yourself, and you’ll be glad on it arterwards.’ With these affecting + filial smile. His revered parent continued in a solemn tone— + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m a-goin’ to leave you, Samivel, my boy, and there’s no telling ven I + shall see you again. Your mother-in-law may ha’ been too much for me, or a + thousand things may have happened by the time you next hears any news o’ + the celebrated Mr. Veller o’ the Bell Savage. The family name depends wery + much upon you, Samivel, and I hope you’ll do wot’s right by it. Upon all + little pints o’ breedin’, I know I may trust you as vell as if it was my + own self. So I’ve only this here one little bit of adwice to give you. If + ever you gets to up’ards o’ fifty, and feels disposed to go a-marryin’ + anybody—no matter who—jist you shut yourself up in your own + room, if you’ve got one, and pison yourself off hand. Hangin’s wulgar, so + don’t you have nothin’ to say to that. Pison yourself, Samivel, my boy, + pison yourself, and you’ll be glad on it arterwards.’ With these affecting words, Mr. Weller looked steadfastly on his son, and turning slowly upon his heel, disappeared from his sight. </p> <p> In the contemplative mood which these words had awakened, Mr. Samuel Weller walked forth from the Great White Horse when his father had left - him; and bending his steps towards St. Clement’s Church, endeavoured to + him; and bending his steps towards St. Clement’s Church, endeavoured to dissipate his melancholy, by strolling among its ancient precincts. He had - loitered about, for some time, when he found himself in a retired spot—a - kind of courtyard of venerable appearance—which he discovered had no + loitered about, for some time, when he found himself in a retired spot—a + kind of courtyard of venerable appearance—which he discovered had no other outlet than the turning by which he had entered. He was about retracing his steps, when he was suddenly transfixed to the spot by a sudden appearance; and the mode and manner of this appearance, we now @@ -17779,7 +17711,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger parts of the world men do come out of gardens, close green gates after them, and even walk briskly away, without attracting any particular share of public observation. It is clear, therefore, that there must have been - something in the man, or in his manner, or both, to attract Mr. Weller’s + something in the man, or in his manner, or both, to attract Mr. Weller’s particular notice. Whether there was, or not, we must leave the reader to determine, when we have faithfully recorded the behaviour of the individual in question. @@ -17794,46 +17726,46 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger therefore resumed his brisk pace, and advanced, staring straight before him. The most extraordinary thing about the man was, that he was contorting his face into the most fearful and astonishing grimaces that - ever were beheld. Nature’s handiwork never was disguised with such + ever were beheld. Nature’s handiwork never was disguised with such extraordinary artificial carving, as the man had overlaid his countenance with in one moment. </p> <p> - ‘Well!’ said Mr. Weller to himself, as the man approached. ‘This is wery - odd. I could ha’ swore it was him.’ + ‘Well!’ said Mr. Weller to himself, as the man approached. ‘This is wery + odd. I could ha’ swore it was him.’ </p> <p> Up came the man, and his face became more frightfully distorted than ever, as he drew nearer. </p> <p> - ‘I could take my oath to that ‘ere black hair and mulberry suit,’ said Mr. - Weller; ‘only I never see such a face as that afore.’ + ‘I could take my oath to that ‘ere black hair and mulberry suit,’ said Mr. + Weller; ‘only I never see such a face as that afore.’ </p> <p> - As Mr. Weller said this, the man’s features assumed an unearthly twinge, + As Mr. Weller said this, the man’s features assumed an unearthly twinge, perfectly hideous. He was obliged to pass very near Sam, however, and the scrutinising glance of that gentleman enabled him to detect, under all these appalling twists of feature, something too like the small eyes of Mr. Job Trotter to be easily mistaken. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo, you Sir!’ shouted Sam fiercely. + ‘Hollo, you Sir!’ shouted Sam fiercely. </p> <p> The stranger stopped. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ repeated Sam, still more gruffly. + ‘Hollo!’ repeated Sam, still more gruffly. </p> <p> The man with the horrible face looked, with the greatest surprise, up the - court, and down the court, and in at the windows of the houses—everywhere - but at Sam Weller—and took another step forward, when he was brought + court, and down the court, and in at the windows of the houses—everywhere + but at Sam Weller—and took another step forward, when he was brought to again by another shout. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo, you sir!’ said Sam, for the third time. + ‘Hollo, you sir!’ said Sam, for the third time. </p> <p> There was no pretending to mistake where the voice came from now, so the @@ -17841,186 +17773,186 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger face. </p> <p> - ‘It won’t do, Job Trotter,’ said Sam. ‘Come! None o’ that ‘ere nonsense. - You ain’t so wery ‘andsome that you can afford to throw avay many o’ your - good looks. Bring them ‘ere eyes o’ yourn back into their proper places, - or I’ll knock ‘em out of your head. D’ye hear?’ + ‘It won’t do, Job Trotter,’ said Sam. ‘Come! None o’ that ‘ere nonsense. + You ain’t so wery ‘andsome that you can afford to throw avay many o’ your + good looks. Bring them ‘ere eyes o’ yourn back into their proper places, + or I’ll knock ‘em out of your head. D’ye hear?’ </p> <p> As Mr. Weller appeared fully disposed to act up to the spirit of this address, Mr. Trotter gradually allowed his face to resume its natural - expression; and then giving a start of joy, exclaimed, ‘What do I see? Mr. - Walker!’ + expression; and then giving a start of joy, exclaimed, ‘What do I see? Mr. + Walker!’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ replied Sam. ‘You’re wery glad to see me, ain’t you?’ + ‘Ah,’ replied Sam. ‘You’re wery glad to see me, ain’t you?’ </p> <p> - ‘Glad!’ exclaimed Job Trotter; ‘Oh, Mr. Walker, if you had but known how I + ‘Glad!’ exclaimed Job Trotter; ‘Oh, Mr. Walker, if you had but known how I have looked forward to this meeting! It is too much, Mr. Walker; I cannot - bear it, indeed I cannot.’ And with these words, Mr. Trotter burst into a + bear it, indeed I cannot.’ And with these words, Mr. Trotter burst into a regular inundation of tears, and, flinging his arms around those of Mr. Weller, embraced him closely, in an ecstasy of joy. </p> <p> - ‘Get off!’ cried Sam, indignant at this process, and vainly endeavouring - to extricate himself from the grasp of his enthusiastic acquaintance. ‘Get - off, I tell you. What are you crying over me for, you portable engine?’ + ‘Get off!’ cried Sam, indignant at this process, and vainly endeavouring + to extricate himself from the grasp of his enthusiastic acquaintance. ‘Get + off, I tell you. What are you crying over me for, you portable engine?’ </p> <p> - ‘Because I am so glad to see you,’ replied Job Trotter, gradually + ‘Because I am so glad to see you,’ replied Job Trotter, gradually releasing Mr. Weller, as the first symptoms of his pugnacity disappeared. - ‘Oh, Mr. Walker, this is too much.’ + ‘Oh, Mr. Walker, this is too much.’ </p> <p> - ‘Too much!’ echoed Sam, ‘I think it is too much—rayther! Now, what - have you got to say to me, eh?’ + ‘Too much!’ echoed Sam, ‘I think it is too much—rayther! Now, what + have you got to say to me, eh?’ </p> <p> Mr. Trotter made no reply; for the little pink pocket-handkerchief was in full force. </p> <p> - ‘What have you got to say to me, afore I knock your head off?’ repeated + ‘What have you got to say to me, afore I knock your head off?’ repeated Mr. Weller, in a threatening manner. </p> <p> - ‘Eh!’ said Mr. Trotter, with a look of virtuous surprise. + ‘Eh!’ said Mr. Trotter, with a look of virtuous surprise. </p> <p> - ‘What have you got to say to me?’ + ‘What have you got to say to me?’ </p> <p> - ‘I, Mr. Walker!’ + ‘I, Mr. Walker!’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t call me Valker; my name’s Veller; you know that vell enough. What - have you got to say to me?’ + ‘Don’t call me Valker; my name’s Veller; you know that vell enough. What + have you got to say to me?’ </p> <p> - ‘Bless you, Mr. Walker—Weller, I mean—a great many things, if + ‘Bless you, Mr. Walker—Weller, I mean—a great many things, if you will come away somewhere, where we can talk comfortably. If you knew - how I have looked for you, Mr. Weller—’ + how I have looked for you, Mr. Weller—’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery hard, indeed, I s’pose?’ said Sam drily. + ‘Wery hard, indeed, I s’pose?’ said Sam drily. </p> <p> - ‘Very, very, Sir,’ replied Mr. Trotter, without moving a muscle of his - face. ‘But shake hands, Mr. Weller.’ + ‘Very, very, Sir,’ replied Mr. Trotter, without moving a muscle of his + face. ‘But shake hands, Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> Sam eyed his companion for a few seconds, and then, as if actuated by a sudden impulse, complied with his request. </p> <p> - ‘How,’ said Job Trotter, as they walked away, ‘how is your dear, good - master? Oh, he is a worthy gentleman, Mr. Weller! I hope he didn’t catch - cold, that dreadful night, Sir.’ + ‘How,’ said Job Trotter, as they walked away, ‘how is your dear, good + master? Oh, he is a worthy gentleman, Mr. Weller! I hope he didn’t catch + cold, that dreadful night, Sir.’ </p> <p> - There was a momentary look of deep slyness in Job Trotter’s eye, as he - said this, which ran a thrill through Mr. Weller’s clenched fist, as he + There was a momentary look of deep slyness in Job Trotter’s eye, as he + said this, which ran a thrill through Mr. Weller’s clenched fist, as he burned with a desire to make a demonstration on his ribs. Sam constrained himself, however, and replied that his master was extremely well. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I am so glad,’ replied Mr. Trotter; ‘is he here?’ + ‘Oh, I am so glad,’ replied Mr. Trotter; ‘is he here?’ </p> <p> - ‘Is yourn?’ asked Sam, by way of reply. + ‘Is yourn?’ asked Sam, by way of reply. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, yes, he is here, and I grieve to say, Mr. Weller, he is going on - worse than ever.’ + ‘Oh, yes, he is here, and I grieve to say, Mr. Weller, he is going on + worse than ever.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, ah!’ said Sam. + ‘Ah, ah!’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, shocking—terrible!’ + ‘Oh, shocking—terrible!’ </p> <p> - ‘At a boarding-school?’ said Sam. + ‘At a boarding-school?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘No, not at a boarding-school,’ replied Job Trotter, with the same sly - look which Sam had noticed before; ‘not at a boarding-school.’ + ‘No, not at a boarding-school,’ replied Job Trotter, with the same sly + look which Sam had noticed before; ‘not at a boarding-school.’ </p> <p> - ‘At the house with the green gate?’ said Sam, eyeing his companion + ‘At the house with the green gate?’ said Sam, eyeing his companion closely. </p> <p> - ‘No, no—oh, not there,’ replied Job, with a quickness very unusual - to him, ‘not there.’ + ‘No, no—oh, not there,’ replied Job, with a quickness very unusual + to him, ‘not there.’ </p> <p> - ‘What was you a-doin’ there?’ asked Sam, with a sharp glance. ‘Got inside - the gate by accident, perhaps?’ + ‘What was you a-doin’ there?’ asked Sam, with a sharp glance. ‘Got inside + the gate by accident, perhaps?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, Mr. Weller,’ replied Job, ‘I don’t mind telling you my little + ‘Why, Mr. Weller,’ replied Job, ‘I don’t mind telling you my little secrets, because, you know, we took such a fancy for each other when we - first met. You recollect how pleasant we were that morning?’ + first met. You recollect how pleasant we were that morning?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, yes,’ said Sam, impatiently. ‘I remember. Well?’ + ‘Oh, yes,’ said Sam, impatiently. ‘I remember. Well?’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ replied Job, speaking with great precision, and in the low tone of - a man who communicates an important secret; ‘in that house with the green - gate, Mr. Weller, they keep a good many servants.’ + ‘Well,’ replied Job, speaking with great precision, and in the low tone of + a man who communicates an important secret; ‘in that house with the green + gate, Mr. Weller, they keep a good many servants.’ </p> <p> - ‘So I should think, from the look on it,’ interposed Sam. + ‘So I should think, from the look on it,’ interposed Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ continued Mr. Trotter, ‘and one of them is a cook, who has saved up + ‘Yes,’ continued Mr. Trotter, ‘and one of them is a cook, who has saved up a little money, Mr. Weller, and is desirous, if she can establish herself - in life, to open a little shop in the chandlery way, you see.’ + in life, to open a little shop in the chandlery way, you see.’ </p> <p> - Yes.’ + Yes.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Mr. Weller. Well, Sir, I met her at a chapel that I go to; a very + ‘Yes, Mr. Weller. Well, Sir, I met her at a chapel that I go to; a very neat little chapel in this town, Mr. Weller, where they sing the number four collection of hymns, which I generally carry about with me, in a - little book, which you may perhaps have seen in my hand—and I got a + little book, which you may perhaps have seen in my hand—and I got a little intimate with her, Mr. Weller, and from that, an acquaintance sprung up between us, and I may venture to say, Mr. Weller, that I am to - be the chandler.’ + be the chandler.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, and a wery amiable chandler you’ll make,’ replied Sam, eyeing Job + ‘Ah, and a wery amiable chandler you’ll make,’ replied Sam, eyeing Job with a side look of intense dislike. </p> <p> - ‘The great advantage of this, Mr. Weller,’ continued Job, his eyes filling - with tears as he spoke, ‘will be, that I shall be able to leave my present + ‘The great advantage of this, Mr. Weller,’ continued Job, his eyes filling + with tears as he spoke, ‘will be, that I shall be able to leave my present disgraceful service with that bad man, and to devote myself to a better and more virtuous life; more like the way in which I was brought up, Mr. - Weller.’ + Weller.’ </p> <p> - ‘You must ha’ been wery nicely brought up,’ said Sam. + ‘You must ha’ been wery nicely brought up,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, very, Mr. Weller, very,’ replied Job. At the recollection of the + ‘Oh, very, Mr. Weller, very,’ replied Job. At the recollection of the purity of his youthful days, Mr. Trotter pulled forth the pink handkerchief, and wept copiously. </p> <p> - ‘You must ha’ been an uncommon nice boy, to go to school vith,’ said Sam. + ‘You must ha’ been an uncommon nice boy, to go to school vith,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I was, sir,’ replied Job, heaving a deep sigh; ‘I was the idol of the - place.’ + ‘I was, sir,’ replied Job, heaving a deep sigh; ‘I was the idol of the + place.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘I don’t wonder at it. What a comfort you must ha’ been to - your blessed mother.’ + ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘I don’t wonder at it. What a comfort you must ha’ been to + your blessed mother.’ </p> <p> At these words, Mr. Job Trotter inserted an end of the pink handkerchief @@ -18028,76 +17960,76 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger copiously. </p> <p> - ‘Wot’s the matter with the man,’ said Sam, indignantly. ‘Chelsea - water-works is nothin’ to you. What are you melting vith now? The - consciousness o’ willainy?’ + ‘Wot’s the matter with the man,’ said Sam, indignantly. ‘Chelsea + water-works is nothin’ to you. What are you melting vith now? The + consciousness o’ willainy?’ </p> <p> - ‘I cannot keep my feelings down, Mr. Weller,’ said Job, after a short - pause. ‘To think that my master should have suspected the conversation I + ‘I cannot keep my feelings down, Mr. Weller,’ said Job, after a short + pause. ‘To think that my master should have suspected the conversation I had with yours, and so dragged me away in a post-chaise, and after persuading the sweet young lady to say she knew nothing of him, and bribing the school-mistress to do the same, deserted her for a better - speculation! Oh! Mr. Weller, it makes me shudder.’ + speculation! Oh! Mr. Weller, it makes me shudder.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, that was the vay, was it?’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Oh, that was the vay, was it?’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘To be sure it was,’ replied Job. + ‘To be sure it was,’ replied Job. </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Sam, as they had now arrived near the hotel, ‘I vant to have - a little bit o’ talk with you, Job; so if you’re not partickler engaged, I + ‘Vell,’ said Sam, as they had now arrived near the hotel, ‘I vant to have + a little bit o’ talk with you, Job; so if you’re not partickler engaged, I should like to see you at the Great White Horse to-night, somewheres about - eight o’clock.’ + eight o’clock.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall be sure to come,’ said Job. + ‘I shall be sure to come,’ said Job. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, you’d better,’ replied Sam, with a very meaning look, ‘or else I - shall perhaps be askin’ arter you, at the other side of the green gate, - and then I might cut you out, you know.’ + ‘Yes, you’d better,’ replied Sam, with a very meaning look, ‘or else I + shall perhaps be askin’ arter you, at the other side of the green gate, + and then I might cut you out, you know.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall be sure to be with you, sir,’ said Mr. Trotter; and wringing - Sam’s hand with the utmost fervour, he walked away. + ‘I shall be sure to be with you, sir,’ said Mr. Trotter; and wringing + Sam’s hand with the utmost fervour, he walked away. </p> <p> - ‘Take care, Job Trotter, take care,’ said Sam, looking after him, ‘or I - shall be one too many for you this time. I shall, indeed.’ Having uttered + ‘Take care, Job Trotter, take care,’ said Sam, looking after him, ‘or I + shall be one too many for you this time. I shall, indeed.’ Having uttered this soliloquy, and looked after Job till he was to be seen no more, Mr. - Weller made the best of his way to his master’s bedroom. + Weller made the best of his way to his master’s bedroom. </p> <p> - ‘It’s all in training, Sir,’ said Sam. + ‘It’s all in training, Sir,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘What’s in training, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What’s in training, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I’ve found ‘em out, Sir,’ said Sam. + ‘I’ve found ‘em out, Sir,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Found out who?’ + ‘Found out who?’ </p> <p> - ‘That ‘ere queer customer, and the melan-cholly chap with the black hair.’ + ‘That ‘ere queer customer, and the melan-cholly chap with the black hair.’ </p> <p> - ‘Impossible, Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, with the greatest energy. ‘Where are - they, Sam: where are they?’ + ‘Impossible, Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, with the greatest energy. ‘Where are + they, Sam: where are they?’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush, hush!’ replied Mr. Weller; and as he assisted Mr. Pickwick to + ‘Hush, hush!’ replied Mr. Weller; and as he assisted Mr. Pickwick to dress, he detailed the plan of action on which he proposed to enter. </p> <p> - ‘But when is this to be done, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘But when is this to be done, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘All in good time, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘All in good time, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> Whether it was done in good time, or not, will be seen hereafter. @@ -18124,44 +18056,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger excitement and agitation. </p> <p> - ‘Good-morning, Sir,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus. ‘What do you think of this, - Sir?’ + ‘Good-morning, Sir,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus. ‘What do you think of this, + Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Very effective indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying the garments of + ‘Very effective indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, surveying the garments of Mr. Peter Magnus with a good-natured smile. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I think it’ll do,’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘Mr. Pickwick, Sir, I have sent - up my card.’ + ‘Yes, I think it’ll do,’ said Mr. Magnus. ‘Mr. Pickwick, Sir, I have sent + up my card.’ </p> <p> - ‘Have you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Have you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘And the waiter brought back word, that she would see me at eleven—at - eleven, Sir; it only wants a quarter now.’ + ‘And the waiter brought back word, that she would see me at eleven—at + eleven, Sir; it only wants a quarter now.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very near the time,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Very near the time,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, it is rather near,’ replied Mr. Magnus, ‘rather too near to be - pleasant—eh! Mr. Pickwick, sir?’ + ‘Yes, it is rather near,’ replied Mr. Magnus, ‘rather too near to be + pleasant—eh! Mr. Pickwick, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Confidence is a great thing in these cases,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Confidence is a great thing in these cases,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I believe it is, Sir,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus. ‘I am very confident, Sir. + ‘I believe it is, Sir,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus. ‘I am very confident, Sir. Really, Mr. Pickwick, I do not see why a man should feel any fear in such - a case as this, sir. What is it, Sir? There’s nothing to be ashamed of; - it’s a matter of mutual accommodation, nothing more. Husband on one side, - wife on the other. That’s my view of the matter, Mr. Pickwick.’ + a case as this, sir. What is it, Sir? There’s nothing to be ashamed of; + it’s a matter of mutual accommodation, nothing more. Husband on one side, + wife on the other. That’s my view of the matter, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘It is a very philosophical one,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘But breakfast is - waiting, Mr. Magnus. Come.’ + ‘It is a very philosophical one,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘But breakfast is + waiting, Mr. Magnus. Come.’ </p> <p> Down they sat to breakfast, but it was evident, notwithstanding the @@ -18172,85 +18104,85 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger principal symptoms. </p> <p> - ‘He-he-he,’ tittered Mr. Magnus, affecting cheerfulness, and gasping with - agitation. ‘It only wants two minutes, Mr. Pickwick. Am I pale, Sir?’ + ‘He-he-he,’ tittered Mr. Magnus, affecting cheerfulness, and gasping with + agitation. ‘It only wants two minutes, Mr. Pickwick. Am I pale, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not very,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Not very,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> There was a brief pause. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Pickwick; but have you ever done this sort of - thing in your time?’ said Mr. Magnus. + ‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Pickwick; but have you ever done this sort of + thing in your time?’ said Mr. Magnus. </p> <p> - ‘You mean proposing?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You mean proposing?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes.’ + ‘Yes.’ </p> <p> - ‘Never,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with great energy, ‘never.’ + ‘Never,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with great energy, ‘never.’ </p> <p> - ‘You have no idea, then, how it’s best to begin?’ said Mr. Magnus. + ‘You have no idea, then, how it’s best to begin?’ said Mr. Magnus. </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I may have formed some ideas upon the subject, + ‘Why,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I may have formed some ideas upon the subject, but, as I have never submitted them to the test of experience, I should be - sorry if you were induced to regulate your proceedings by them.’ + sorry if you were induced to regulate your proceedings by them.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should feel very much obliged to you, for any advice, Sir,’ said Mr. + ‘I should feel very much obliged to you, for any advice, Sir,’ said Mr. Magnus, taking another look at the clock, the hand of which was verging on the five minutes past. </p> <p> - ‘Well, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with the profound solemnity with which + ‘Well, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with the profound solemnity with which that great man could, when he pleased, render his remarks so deeply - impressive. ‘I should commence, sir, with a tribute to the lady’s beauty + impressive. ‘I should commence, sir, with a tribute to the lady’s beauty and excellent qualities; from them, Sir, I should diverge to my own - unworthiness.’ + unworthiness.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ said Mr. Magnus. + ‘Very good,’ said Mr. Magnus. </p> <p> - ‘Unworthiness for <i>her </i>only, mind, sir,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick; ‘for + ‘Unworthiness for <i>her </i>only, mind, sir,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick; ‘for to show that I was not wholly unworthy, sir, I should take a brief review of my past life, and present condition. I should argue, by analogy, that to anybody else, I must be a very desirable object. I should then expatiate on the warmth of my love, and the depth of my devotion. Perhaps - I might then be tempted to seize her hand.’ + I might then be tempted to seize her hand.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I see,’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘that would be a very great point.’ + ‘Yes, I see,’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘that would be a very great point.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should then, Sir,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, growing warmer as the - subject presented itself in more glowing colours before him—‘I - should then, Sir, come to the plain and simple question, “Will you have - me?” I think I am justified in assuming that upon this, she would turn - away her head.’ + ‘I should then, Sir,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, growing warmer as the + subject presented itself in more glowing colours before him—‘I + should then, Sir, come to the plain and simple question, “Will you have + me?” I think I am justified in assuming that upon this, she would turn + away her head.’ </p> <p> - ‘You think that may be taken for granted?’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘because, if - she did not do that at the right place, it would be embarrassing.’ + ‘You think that may be taken for granted?’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘because, if + she did not do that at the right place, it would be embarrassing.’ </p> <p> - ‘I think she would,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Upon this, sir, I should squeeze - her hand, and I think—I think, Mr. Magnus—that after I had + ‘I think she would,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Upon this, sir, I should squeeze + her hand, and I think—I think, Mr. Magnus—that after I had done that, supposing there was no refusal, I should gently draw away the handkerchief, which my slight knowledge of human nature leads me to suppose the lady would be applying to her eyes at the moment, and steal a respectful kiss. I think I should kiss her, Mr. Magnus; and at this particular point, I am decidedly of opinion that if the lady were going to - take me at all, she would murmur into my ears a bashful acceptance.’ + take me at all, she would murmur into my ears a bashful acceptance.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Magnus started; gazed on Mr. Pickwick’s intelligent face, for a short + Mr. Magnus started; gazed on Mr. Pickwick’s intelligent face, for a short time in silence; and then (the dial pointing to the ten minutes past) shook him warmly by the hand, and rushed desperately from the room. </p> @@ -18266,45 +18198,45 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger As Mr. Pickwick greeted them, Mr. Peter Magnus tripped into the room. </p> <p> - ‘My friends, the gentleman I was speaking of—Mr. Magnus,’ said Mr. + ‘My friends, the gentleman I was speaking of—Mr. Magnus,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Your servant, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Magnus, evidently in a high state of - excitement; ‘Mr. Pickwick, allow me to speak to you one moment, sir.’ + ‘Your servant, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Magnus, evidently in a high state of + excitement; ‘Mr. Pickwick, allow me to speak to you one moment, sir.’ </p> <p> - As he said this, Mr. Magnus harnessed his forefinger to Mr. Pickwick’s - buttonhole, and, drawing him to a window recess, said— + As he said this, Mr. Magnus harnessed his forefinger to Mr. Pickwick’s + buttonhole, and, drawing him to a window recess, said— </p> <p> - ‘Congratulate me, Mr. Pickwick; I followed your advice to the very - letter.’ + ‘Congratulate me, Mr. Pickwick; I followed your advice to the very + letter.’ </p> <p> - ‘And it was all correct, was it?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘And it was all correct, was it?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It was, Sir. Could not possibly have been better,’ replied Mr. Magnus. - ‘Mr. Pickwick, she is mine.’ + ‘It was, Sir. Could not possibly have been better,’ replied Mr. Magnus. + ‘Mr. Pickwick, she is mine.’ </p> <p> - ‘I congratulate you, with all my heart,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, warmly + ‘I congratulate you, with all my heart,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, warmly shaking his new friend by the hand. </p> <p> - ‘You must see her. Sir,’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘this way, if you please. Excuse - us for one instant, gentlemen.’ Hurrying on in this way, Mr. Peter Magnus + ‘You must see her. Sir,’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘this way, if you please. Excuse + us for one instant, gentlemen.’ Hurrying on in this way, Mr. Peter Magnus drew Mr. Pickwick from the room. He paused at the next door in the passage, and tapped gently thereat. </p> <p> - ‘Come in,’ said a female voice. And in they went. + ‘Come in,’ said a female voice. And in they went. </p> <p> - ‘Miss Witherfield,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘allow me to introduce my very + ‘Miss Witherfield,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘allow me to introduce my very particular friend, Mr. Pickwick. Mr. Pickwick, I beg to make you known to - Miss Witherfield.’ + Miss Witherfield.’ </p> <p> The lady was at the upper end of the room. As Mr. Pickwick bowed, he took @@ -18321,142 +18253,142 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the fact is, that Mr. Pickwick no sooner put on his spectacles, than he at once recognised in the future Mrs. Magnus the lady into whose room he had so unwarrantably intruded on the previous night; and the spectacles had no - sooner crossed Mr. Pickwick’s nose, than the lady at once identified the + sooner crossed Mr. Pickwick’s nose, than the lady at once identified the countenance which she had seen surrounded by all the horrors of a nightcap. So the lady screamed, and Mr. Pickwick started. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick!’ exclaimed Mr. Magnus, lost in astonishment, ‘what is the - meaning of this, Sir? What is the meaning of it, Sir?’ added Mr. Magnus, + ‘Mr. Pickwick!’ exclaimed Mr. Magnus, lost in astonishment, ‘what is the + meaning of this, Sir? What is the meaning of it, Sir?’ added Mr. Magnus, in a threatening, and a louder tone. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, somewhat indignant at the very sudden manner in - which Mr. Peter Magnus had conjugated himself into the imperative mood, ‘I - decline answering that question.’ + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, somewhat indignant at the very sudden manner in + which Mr. Peter Magnus had conjugated himself into the imperative mood, ‘I + decline answering that question.’ </p> <p> - ‘You decline it, Sir?’ said Mr. Magnus. + ‘You decline it, Sir?’ said Mr. Magnus. </p> <p> - ‘I do, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘I object to say anything which may + ‘I do, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘I object to say anything which may compromise that lady, or awaken unpleasant recollections in her breast, - without her consent and permission.’ + without her consent and permission.’ </p> <p> - ‘Miss Witherfield,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘do you know this person?’ + ‘Miss Witherfield,’ said Mr. Peter Magnus, ‘do you know this person?’ </p> <p> - ‘Know him!’ repeated the middle-aged lady, hesitating. + ‘Know him!’ repeated the middle-aged lady, hesitating. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, know him, ma’am; I said know him,’ replied Mr. Magnus, with + ‘Yes, know him, ma’am; I said know him,’ replied Mr. Magnus, with ferocity. </p> <p> - ‘I have seen him,’ replied the middle-aged lady. + ‘I have seen him,’ replied the middle-aged lady. </p> <p> - ‘Where?’ inquired Mr. Magnus, ‘where?’ + ‘Where?’ inquired Mr. Magnus, ‘where?’ </p> <p> - ‘That,’ said the middle-aged lady, rising from her seat, and averting her - head—‘that I would not reveal for worlds.’ + ‘That,’ said the middle-aged lady, rising from her seat, and averting her + head—‘that I would not reveal for worlds.’ </p> <p> - ‘I understand you, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and respect your delicacy; - it shall never be revealed by <i>me</i> depend upon it.’ + ‘I understand you, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and respect your delicacy; + it shall never be revealed by <i>me</i> depend upon it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Upon my word, ma’am,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘considering the situation in + ‘Upon my word, ma’am,’ said Mr. Magnus, ‘considering the situation in which I am placed with regard to yourself, you carry this matter off with - tolerable coolness—tolerable coolness, ma’am.’ + tolerable coolness—tolerable coolness, ma’am.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cruel Mr. Magnus!’ said the middle-aged lady; here she wept very + ‘Cruel Mr. Magnus!’ said the middle-aged lady; here she wept very copiously indeed. </p> <p> - ‘Address your observations to me, sir,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick; ‘I alone - am to blame, if anybody be.’ + ‘Address your observations to me, sir,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick; ‘I alone + am to blame, if anybody be.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh! you alone are to blame, are you, sir?’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘I—I—see - through this, sir. You repent of your determination now, do you?’ + ‘Oh! you alone are to blame, are you, sir?’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘I—I—see + through this, sir. You repent of your determination now, do you?’ </p> <p> - ‘My determination!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘My determination!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Your determination, Sir. Oh! don’t stare at me, Sir,’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘I + ‘Your determination, Sir. Oh! don’t stare at me, Sir,’ said Mr. Magnus; ‘I recollect your words last night, Sir. You came down here, sir, to expose the treachery and falsehood of an individual on whose truth and honour you - had placed implicit reliance—eh?’ Here Mr. Peter Magnus indulged in - a prolonged sneer; and taking off his green spectacles—which he - probably found superfluous in his fit of jealousy—rolled his little + had placed implicit reliance—eh?’ Here Mr. Peter Magnus indulged in + a prolonged sneer; and taking off his green spectacles—which he + probably found superfluous in his fit of jealousy—rolled his little eyes about, in a manner frightful to behold. </p> <p> - ‘Eh?’ said Mr. Magnus; and then he repeated the sneer with increased - effect. ‘But you shall answer it, Sir.’ + ‘Eh?’ said Mr. Magnus; and then he repeated the sneer with increased + effect. ‘But you shall answer it, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Answer what?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Answer what?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind, sir,’ replied Mr. Magnus, striding up and down the room. - ‘Never mind.’ + ‘Never mind, sir,’ replied Mr. Magnus, striding up and down the room. + ‘Never mind.’ </p> <p> - There must be something very comprehensive in this phrase of ‘Never mind,’ + There must be something very comprehensive in this phrase of ‘Never mind,’ for we do not recollect to have ever witnessed a quarrel in the street, at a theatre, public room, or elsewhere, in which it has not been the - standard reply to all belligerent inquiries. ‘Do you call yourself a - gentleman, sir?’—‘Never mind, sir.’ + standard reply to all belligerent inquiries. ‘Do you call yourself a + gentleman, sir?’—‘Never mind, sir.’ </p> <p> - Did I offer to say anything to the young woman, sir?’—‘Never mind, - sir.’ + Did I offer to say anything to the young woman, sir?’—‘Never mind, + sir.’ </p> <p> - Do you want your head knocked up against that wall, sir?’—‘Never - mind, sir.’ It is observable, too, that there would appear to be some - hidden taunt in this universal ‘Never mind,’ which rouses more indignation + Do you want your head knocked up against that wall, sir?’—‘Never + mind, sir.’ It is observable, too, that there would appear to be some + hidden taunt in this universal ‘Never mind,’ which rouses more indignation in the bosom of the individual addressed, than the most lavish abuse could possibly awaken. </p> <p> We do not mean to assert that the application of this brevity to himself, - struck exactly that indignation to Mr. Pickwick’s soul, which it would + struck exactly that indignation to Mr. Pickwick’s soul, which it would infallibly have roused in a vulgar breast. We merely record the fact that - Mr. Pickwick opened the room door, and abruptly called out, ‘Tupman, come - here!’ + Mr. Pickwick opened the room door, and abruptly called out, ‘Tupman, come + here!’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman immediately presented himself, with a look of very considerable surprise. </p> <p> - ‘Tupman,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘a secret of some delicacy, in which that + ‘Tupman,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘a secret of some delicacy, in which that lady is concerned, is the cause of a difference which has just arisen between this gentleman and myself. When I assure him, in your presence, that it has no relation to himself, and is not in any way connected with his affairs, I need hardly beg you to take notice that if he continue to dispute it, he expresses a doubt of my veracity, which I shall consider - extremely insulting.’ As Mr. Pickwick said this, he looked encyclopedias + extremely insulting.’ As Mr. Pickwick said this, he looked encyclopedias at Mr. Peter Magnus. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s upright and honourable bearing, coupled with that force and + Mr. Pickwick’s upright and honourable bearing, coupled with that force and energy of speech which so eminently distinguished him, would have carried conviction to any reasonable mind; but, unfortunately, at that particular moment, the mind of Mr. Peter Magnus was in anything but reasonable order. - Consequently, instead of receiving Mr. Pickwick’s explanation as he ought + Consequently, instead of receiving Mr. Pickwick’s explanation as he ought to have done, he forthwith proceeded to work himself into a red-hot, scorching, consuming passion, and to talk about what was due to his own feelings, and all that sort of thing; adding force to his declamation by - striding to and fro, and pulling his hair—amusements which he would - vary occasionally, by shaking his fist in Mr. Pickwick’s philanthropic + striding to and fro, and pulling his hair—amusements which he would + vary occasionally, by shaking his fist in Mr. Pickwick’s philanthropic countenance. </p> <p> @@ -18497,7 +18429,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger persuasion with the little man, to quell his boisterous jealousy, supposing that Mr. Pickwick were removed, and no fresh quarrel could arise. Filled with these reflections, the middle-aged lady arrayed herself - in her bonnet and shawl, and repaired to the mayor’s dwelling straightway. + in her bonnet and shawl, and repaired to the mayor’s dwelling straightway. </p> <p> Now George Nupkins, Esquire, the principal magistrate aforesaid, was as @@ -18508,7 +18440,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was in a state of the utmost excitement and irritation, for there had been a rebellion in the town; all the day-scholars at the largest day-school had conspired to break the windows of an obnoxious apple-seller, and had - hooted the beadle and pelted the constabulary—an elderly gentleman + hooted the beadle and pelted the constabulary—an elderly gentleman in top-boots, who had been called out to repress the tumult, and who had been a peace-officer, man and boy, for half a century at least. And Mr. Nupkins was sitting in his easy-chair, frowning with majesty, and boiling @@ -18520,158 +18452,158 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger accordingly. </p> <p> - ‘Muzzle!’ said the magistrate. + ‘Muzzle!’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> Muzzle was an undersized footman, with a long body and short legs. </p> <p> - ‘Muzzle!’ + ‘Muzzle!’ </p> <p> - Yes, your Worship.’ + Yes, your Worship.’ </p> <p> - ‘Place a chair, and leave the room.’ + ‘Place a chair, and leave the room.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, your Worship.’ + ‘Yes, your Worship.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, ma’am, will you state your business?’ said the magistrate. + ‘Now, ma’am, will you state your business?’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘It is of a very painful kind, Sir,’ said Miss Witherfield. + ‘It is of a very painful kind, Sir,’ said Miss Witherfield. </p> <p> - ‘Very likely, ma’am,’ said the magistrate. ‘Compose your feelings, ma’am.’ - Here Mr. Nupkins looked benignant. ‘And then tell me what legal business - brings you here, ma’am.’ Here the magistrate triumphed over the man; and + ‘Very likely, ma’am,’ said the magistrate. ‘Compose your feelings, ma’am.’ + Here Mr. Nupkins looked benignant. ‘And then tell me what legal business + brings you here, ma’am.’ Here the magistrate triumphed over the man; and he looked stern again. </p> <p> - ‘It is very distressing to me, Sir, to give this information,’ said Miss - Witherfield, ‘but I fear a duel is going to be fought here.’ + ‘It is very distressing to me, Sir, to give this information,’ said Miss + Witherfield, ‘but I fear a duel is going to be fought here.’ </p> <p> - ‘Here, ma’am?’ said the magistrate. ‘Where, ma’am?’ + ‘Here, ma’am?’ said the magistrate. ‘Where, ma’am?’ </p> <p> - ‘In Ipswich.’ + ‘In Ipswich.’ </p> <p> - In Ipswich, ma’am! A duel in Ipswich!’ said the magistrate, perfectly - aghast at the notion. ‘Impossible, ma’am; nothing of the kind can be - contemplated in this town, I am persuaded. Bless my soul, ma’am, are you + In Ipswich, ma’am! A duel in Ipswich!’ said the magistrate, perfectly + aghast at the notion. ‘Impossible, ma’am; nothing of the kind can be + contemplated in this town, I am persuaded. Bless my soul, ma’am, are you aware of the activity of our local magistracy? Do you happen to have - heard, ma’am, that I rushed into a prize-ring on the fourth of May last, + heard, ma’am, that I rushed into a prize-ring on the fourth of May last, attended by only sixty special constables; and, at the hazard of falling a sacrifice to the angry passions of an infuriated multitude, prohibited a pugilistic contest between the Middlesex Dumpling and the Suffolk Bantam? - A duel in Ipswich, ma’am? I don’t think—I do not think,’ said the - magistrate, reasoning with himself, ‘that any two men can have had the - hardihood to plan such a breach of the peace, in this town.’ + A duel in Ipswich, ma’am? I don’t think—I do not think,’ said the + magistrate, reasoning with himself, ‘that any two men can have had the + hardihood to plan such a breach of the peace, in this town.’ </p> <p> - ‘My information is, unfortunately, but too correct,’ said the middle-aged - lady; ‘I was present at the quarrel.’ + ‘My information is, unfortunately, but too correct,’ said the middle-aged + lady; ‘I was present at the quarrel.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s a most extraordinary thing,’ said the astounded magistrate. - ‘Muzzle!’ + ‘It’s a most extraordinary thing,’ said the astounded magistrate. + ‘Muzzle!’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, your Worship.’ + ‘Yes, your Worship.’ </p> <p> - ‘Send Mr. Jinks here, directly! Instantly.’ + ‘Send Mr. Jinks here, directly! Instantly.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, your Worship.’ + ‘Yes, your Worship.’ </p> <p> Muzzle retired; and a pale, sharp-nosed, half-fed, shabbily-clad clerk, of middle age, entered the room. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate. ‘Mr. Jinks.’ + ‘Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate. ‘Mr. Jinks.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Jinks. + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘This lady, Mr. Jinks, has come here, to give information of an intended - duel in this town.’ + ‘This lady, Mr. Jinks, has come here, to give information of an intended + duel in this town.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Jinks, not knowing exactly what to do, smiled a dependent’s smile. + Mr. Jinks, not knowing exactly what to do, smiled a dependent’s smile. </p> <p> - ‘What are you laughing at, Mr. Jinks?’ said the magistrate. + ‘What are you laughing at, Mr. Jinks?’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> Mr. Jinks looked serious instantly. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate, ‘you’re a fool.’ + ‘Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate, ‘you’re a fool.’ </p> <p> Mr. Jinks looked humbly at the great man, and bit the top of his pen. </p> <p> - ‘You may see something very comical in this information, Sir—but I - can tell you this, Mr. Jinks, that you have very little to laugh at,’ said + ‘You may see something very comical in this information, Sir—but I + can tell you this, Mr. Jinks, that you have very little to laugh at,’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> The hungry-looking Jinks sighed, as if he were quite aware of the fact of his having very little indeed to be merry about; and, being ordered to - take the lady’s information, shambled to a seat, and proceeded to write it + take the lady’s information, shambled to a seat, and proceeded to write it down. </p> <p> - ‘This man, Pickwick, is the principal, I understand?’ said the magistrate, + ‘This man, Pickwick, is the principal, I understand?’ said the magistrate, when the statement was finished. </p> <p> - ‘He is,’ said the middle-aged lady. + ‘He is,’ said the middle-aged lady. </p> <p> - ‘And the other rioter—what’s his name, Mr. Jinks?’ + ‘And the other rioter—what’s his name, Mr. Jinks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Tupman, Sir.’ + ‘Tupman, Sir.’ </p> <p> - Tupman is the second?’ + Tupman is the second?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes.’ + ‘Yes.’ </p> <p> - ‘The other principal, you say, has absconded, ma’am?’ + ‘The other principal, you say, has absconded, ma’am?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ replied Miss Witherfield, with a short cough. + ‘Yes,’ replied Miss Witherfield, with a short cough. </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ said the magistrate. ‘These are two cut-throats from London, - who have come down here to destroy his Majesty’s population, thinking that + ‘Very well,’ said the magistrate. ‘These are two cut-throats from London, + who have come down here to destroy his Majesty’s population, thinking that at this distance from the capital, the arm of the law is weak and paralysed. They shall be made an example of. Draw up the warrants, Mr. - Jinks. Muzzle!’ + Jinks. Muzzle!’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, your Worship.’ + ‘Yes, your Worship.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is Grummer downstairs?’ + ‘Is Grummer downstairs?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, your Worship.’ + ‘Yes, your Worship.’ </p> <p> - ‘Send him up.’ + ‘Send him up.’ </p> <p> The obsequious Muzzle retired, and presently returned, introducing the @@ -18680,81 +18612,81 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger eye. </p> <p> - ‘Grummer,’ said the magistrate. + ‘Grummer,’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘Your Wash-up.’ + ‘Your Wash-up.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is the town quiet now?’ + ‘Is the town quiet now?’ </p> <p> - ‘Pretty well, your Wash-up,’ replied Grummer. ‘Pop’lar feeling has in a - measure subsided, consekens o’ the boys having dispersed to cricket.’ + ‘Pretty well, your Wash-up,’ replied Grummer. ‘Pop’lar feeling has in a + measure subsided, consekens o’ the boys having dispersed to cricket.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing but vigorous measures will do in these times, Grummer,’ said the - magistrate, in a determined manner. ‘If the authority of the king’s + ‘Nothing but vigorous measures will do in these times, Grummer,’ said the + magistrate, in a determined manner. ‘If the authority of the king’s officers is set at naught, we must have the riot act read. If the civil power cannot protect these windows, Grummer, the military must protect the civil power, and the windows too. I believe that is a maxim of the - constitution, Mr. Jinks?’ + constitution, Mr. Jinks?’ </p> <p> - Certainly, sir,’ said Jinks. + Certainly, sir,’ said Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ said the magistrate, signing the warrants. ‘Grummer, you will + ‘Very good,’ said the magistrate, signing the warrants. ‘Grummer, you will bring these persons before me, this afternoon. You will find them at the Great White Horse. You recollect the case of the Middlesex Dumpling and - the Suffolk Bantam, Grummer?’ + the Suffolk Bantam, Grummer?’ </p> <p> Mr. Grummer intimated, by a retrospective shake of the head, that he - should never forget it—as indeed it was not likely he would, so long + should never forget it—as indeed it was not likely he would, so long as it continued to be cited daily. </p> <p> - ‘This is even more unconstitutional,’ said the magistrate; ‘this is even a - greater breach of the peace, and a grosser infringement of his Majesty’s - prerogative. I believe duelling is one of his Majesty’s most undoubted - prerogatives, Mr. Jinks?’ + ‘This is even more unconstitutional,’ said the magistrate; ‘this is even a + greater breach of the peace, and a grosser infringement of his Majesty’s + prerogative. I believe duelling is one of his Majesty’s most undoubted + prerogatives, Mr. Jinks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Expressly stipulated in Magna Charta, sir,’ said Mr. Jinks. + ‘Expressly stipulated in Magna Charta, sir,’ said Mr. Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘One of the brightest jewels in the British crown, wrung from his Majesty - by the barons, I believe, Mr. Jinks?’ said the magistrate. + ‘One of the brightest jewels in the British crown, wrung from his Majesty + by the barons, I believe, Mr. Jinks?’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘Just so, Sir,’ replied Mr. Jinks. + ‘Just so, Sir,’ replied Mr. Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ said the magistrate, drawing himself up proudly, ‘it shall + ‘Very well,’ said the magistrate, drawing himself up proudly, ‘it shall not be violated in this portion of his dominions. Grummer, procure assistance, and execute these warrants with as little delay as possible. - Muzzle!’ + Muzzle!’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, your Worship.’ + ‘Yes, your Worship.’ </p> <p> - ‘Show the lady out.’ + ‘Show the lady out.’ </p> <p> - Miss Witherfield retired, deeply impressed with the magistrate’s learning + Miss Witherfield retired, deeply impressed with the magistrate’s learning and research; Mr. Nupkins retired to lunch; Mr. Jinks retired within - himself—that being the only retirement he had, except the - sofa-bedstead in the small parlour which was occupied by his landlady’s - family in the daytime—and Mr. Grummer retired, to wipe out, by his + himself—that being the only retirement he had, except the + sofa-bedstead in the small parlour which was occupied by his landlady’s + family in the daytime—and Mr. Grummer retired, to wipe out, by his mode of discharging his present commission, the insult which had been - fastened upon himself, and the other representative of his Majesty—the - beadle—in the course of the morning. + fastened upon himself, and the other representative of his Majesty—the + beadle—in the course of the morning. </p> <p> While these resolute and determined preparations for the conservation of - the king’s peace were pending, Mr. Pickwick and his friends, wholly + the king’s peace were pending, Mr. Pickwick and his friends, wholly unconscious of the mighty events in progress, had sat quietly down to dinner; and very talkative and companionable they all were. Mr. Pickwick was in the very act of relating his adventure of the preceding night, to @@ -18764,12 +18696,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger for several seconds, and were to all appearance satisfied with their investigation; for the body to which the forbidding countenance belonged, slowly brought itself into the apartment, and presented the form of an - elderly individual in top-boots—not to keep the reader any longer in + elderly individual in top-boots—not to keep the reader any longer in suspense, in short, the eyes were the wandering eyes of Mr. Grummer, and the body was the body of the same gentleman. </p> <p> - Mr. Grummer’s mode of proceeding was professional, but peculiar. His first + Mr. Grummer’s mode of proceeding was professional, but peculiar. His first act was to bolt the door on the inside; his second, to polish his head and countenance very carefully with a cotton handkerchief; his third, to place his hat, with the cotton handkerchief in it, on the nearest chair; and his @@ -18780,49 +18712,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Snodgrass was the first to break the astonished silence. He looked steadily at Mr. Grummer for a brief space, and then said emphatically, - ‘This is a private room, Sir. A private room.’ + ‘This is a private room, Sir. A private room.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Grummer shook his head, and replied, ‘No room’s private to his Majesty - when the street door’s once passed. That’s law. Some people maintains that - an Englishman’s house is his castle. That’s gammon.’ + Mr. Grummer shook his head, and replied, ‘No room’s private to his Majesty + when the street door’s once passed. That’s law. Some people maintains that + an Englishman’s house is his castle. That’s gammon.’ </p> <p> The Pickwickians gazed on each other with wondering eyes. </p> <p> - ‘Which is Mr. Tupman?’ inquired Mr. Grummer. He had an intuitive + ‘Which is Mr. Tupman?’ inquired Mr. Grummer. He had an intuitive perception of Mr. Pickwick; he knew him at once. </p> <p> - ‘My name’s Tupman,’ said that gentleman. + ‘My name’s Tupman,’ said that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘My name’s Law,’ said Mr. Grummer. + ‘My name’s Law,’ said Mr. Grummer. </p> <p> - ‘What?’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘What?’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Law,’ replied Mr. Grummer—‘Law, civil power, and exekative; them’s - my titles; here’s my authority. Blank Tupman, blank Pickwick—against - the peace of our sufferin’ lord the king—stattit in the case made - and purwided—and all regular. I apprehend you Pickwick! Tupman—the - aforesaid.’ + ‘Law,’ replied Mr. Grummer—‘Law, civil power, and exekative; them’s + my titles; here’s my authority. Blank Tupman, blank Pickwick—against + the peace of our sufferin’ lord the king—stattit in the case made + and purwided—and all regular. I apprehend you Pickwick! Tupman—the + aforesaid.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by this insolence?’ said Mr. Tupman, starting up; ‘leave - the room!’ + ‘What do you mean by this insolence?’ said Mr. Tupman, starting up; ‘leave + the room!’ </p> <p> - ‘Hollo,’ said Mr. Grummer, retreating very expeditiously to the door, and - opening it an inch or two, ‘Dubbley.’ + ‘Hollo,’ said Mr. Grummer, retreating very expeditiously to the door, and + opening it an inch or two, ‘Dubbley.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said a deep voice from the passage. + ‘Well,’ said a deep voice from the passage. </p> <p> - ‘Come for’ard, Dubbley.’ + ‘Come for’ard, Dubbley.’ </p> <p> At the word of command, a dirty-faced man, something over six feet high, @@ -18830,13 +18762,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger (making his face very red in the process), and entered the room. </p> <p> - ‘Is the other specials outside, Dubbley?’ inquired Mr. Grummer. + ‘Is the other specials outside, Dubbley?’ inquired Mr. Grummer. </p> <p> Mr. Dubbley, who was a man of few words, nodded assent. </p> <p> - ‘Order in the diwision under your charge, Dubbley,’ said Mr. Grummer. + ‘Order in the diwision under your charge, Dubbley,’ said Mr. Grummer. </p> <p> Mr. Dubbley did as he was desired; and half a dozen men, each with a short @@ -18849,14 +18781,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Pickwick and his followers rose as one man. </p> <p> - ‘What is the meaning of this atrocious intrusion upon my privacy?’ said + ‘What is the meaning of this atrocious intrusion upon my privacy?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Who dares apprehend me?’ said Mr. Tupman. + ‘Who dares apprehend me?’ said Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘What do you want here, scoundrels?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘What do you want here, scoundrels?’ said Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> Mr. Winkle said nothing, but he fixed his eyes on Grummer, and bestowed a @@ -18871,7 +18803,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger which had only to be thought of to be done, as a matter of course. This demonstration was not lost upon Mr. Pickwick. He conferred a few moments with Mr. Tupman apart, and then signified his readiness to proceed to the - mayor’s residence, merely begging the parties then and there assembled, to + mayor’s residence, merely begging the parties then and there assembled, to take notice, that it was his firm intention to resent this monstrous invasion of his privileges as an Englishman, the instant he was at liberty; whereat the parties then and there assembled laughed very @@ -18890,13 +18822,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and guarded by the officers of justice, like a common criminal. Mr. Grummer, in the then disturbed state of public feeling (for it was half-holiday, and the boys had not yet gone home), as resolutely protested - against walking on the opposite side of the way, and taking Mr. Pickwick’s - parole that he would go straight to the magistrate’s; and both Mr. + against walking on the opposite side of the way, and taking Mr. Pickwick’s + parole that he would go straight to the magistrate’s; and both Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Tupman as strenuously objected to the expense of a post-coach, which was the only respectable conveyance that could be obtained. The dispute ran high, and the dilemma lasted long; and just as - the executive were on the point of overcoming Mr. Pickwick’s objection to - walking to the magistrate’s, by the trite expedient of carrying him + the executive were on the point of overcoming Mr. Pickwick’s objection to + walking to the magistrate’s, by the trite expedient of carrying him thither, it was recollected that there stood in the inn yard, an old sedan-chair, which, having been originally built for a gouty gentleman with funded property, would hold Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Tupman, at least as @@ -18947,57 +18879,57 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0466.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘What’s the row, gen’l’m’n?’ cried Sam. ‘Who have they got in this here - watch-box in mournin’?’ + ‘What’s the row, gen’l’m’n?’ cried Sam. ‘Who have they got in this here + watch-box in mournin’?’ </p> <p> Both gentlemen replied together, but their words were lost in the tumult. </p> <p> - ‘Who is it?’ cried Sam again. + ‘Who is it?’ cried Sam again. </p> <p> Once more was a joint reply returned; and, though the words were inaudible, Sam saw by the motion of the two pairs of lips that they had - uttered the magic word ‘Pickwick.’ + uttered the magic word ‘Pickwick.’ </p> <p> This was enough. In another minute Mr. Weller had made his way through the crowd, stopped the chairmen, and confronted the portly Grummer. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo, old gen’l’m’n!’ said Sam. ‘Who have you got in this here - conweyance?’ + ‘Hollo, old gen’l’m’n!’ said Sam. ‘Who have you got in this here + conweyance?’ </p> <p> - ‘Stand back,’ said Mr. Grummer, whose dignity, like the dignity of a great + ‘Stand back,’ said Mr. Grummer, whose dignity, like the dignity of a great many other men, had been wondrously augmented by a little popularity. </p> <p> - ‘Knock him down, if he don’t,’ said Mr. Dubbley. + ‘Knock him down, if he don’t,’ said Mr. Dubbley. </p> <p> - ‘I’m wery much obliged to you, old gen’l’m’n,’ replied Sam, ‘for - consulting my conwenience, and I’m still more obliged to the other - gen’l’m’n, who looks as if he’d just escaped from a giant’s carrywan, for - his wery ‘andsome suggestion; but I should prefer your givin’ me a answer - to my question, if it’s all the same to you.—How are you, Sir?’ This + ‘I’m wery much obliged to you, old gen’l’m’n,’ replied Sam, ‘for + consulting my conwenience, and I’m still more obliged to the other + gen’l’m’n, who looks as if he’d just escaped from a giant’s carrywan, for + his wery ‘andsome suggestion; but I should prefer your givin’ me a answer + to my question, if it’s all the same to you.—How are you, Sir?’ This last observation was addressed with a patronising air to Mr. Pickwick, who was peeping through the front window. </p> <p> Mr. Grummer, perfectly speechless with indignation, dragged the truncheon with the brass crown from its particular pocket, and flourished it before - Sam’s eyes. + Sam’s eyes. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘it’s wery pretty, ‘specially the crown, which is uncommon - like the real one.’ + ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘it’s wery pretty, ‘specially the crown, which is uncommon + like the real one.’ </p> <p> - ‘Stand back!’ said the outraged Mr. Grummer. By way of adding force to the - command, he thrust the brass emblem of royalty into Sam’s neckcloth with - one hand, and seized Sam’s collar with the other—a compliment which + ‘Stand back!’ said the outraged Mr. Grummer. By way of adding force to the + command, he thrust the brass emblem of royalty into Sam’s neckcloth with + one hand, and seized Sam’s collar with the other—a compliment which Mr. Weller returned by knocking him down out of hand, having previously with the utmost consideration, knocked down a chairman for him to lie upon. @@ -19005,7 +18937,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Whether Mr. Winkle was seized with a temporary attack of that species of insanity which originates in a sense of injury, or animated by this - display of Mr. Weller’s valour, is uncertain; but certain it is, that he + display of Mr. Weller’s valour, is uncertain; but certain it is, that he no sooner saw Mr. Grummer fall than he made a terrific onslaught on a small boy who stood next him; whereupon Mr. Snodgrass, in a truly Christian spirit, and in order that he might take no one unawares, @@ -19019,16 +18951,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger re-commenced. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s indignation during the whole of this proceeding was beyond + Mr. Pickwick’s indignation during the whole of this proceeding was beyond all bounds. He could just see Sam upsetting the specials, and flying about in every direction; and that was all he could see, for the sedan doors - wouldn’t open, and the blinds wouldn’t pull up. At length, with the + wouldn’t open, and the blinds wouldn’t pull up. At length, with the assistance of Mr. Tupman, he managed to push open the roof; and mounting on the seat, and steadying himself as well as he could, by placing his - hand on that gentleman’s shoulder, Mr. Pickwick proceeded to address the + hand on that gentleman’s shoulder, Mr. Pickwick proceeded to address the multitude; to dwell upon the unjustifiable manner in which he had been treated; and to call upon them to take notice that his servant had been - first assaulted. In this order they reached the magistrate’s house; the + first assaulted. In this order they reached the magistrate’s house; the chairmen trotting, the prisoners following, Mr. Pickwick oratorising, and the crowd shouting. </p> @@ -19042,19 +18974,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <h2> CHAPTER XXV. SHOWING, AMONG A VARIETY OF PLEASANT MATTERS, HOW MAJESTIC AND IMPARTIAL MR. NUPKINS WAS; AND HOW MR. WELLER RETURNED MR. JOB - TROTTER’S SHUTTLECOCK AS HEAVILY AS IT CAME—WITH ANOTHER MATTER, + TROTTER’S SHUTTLECOCK AS HEAVILY AS IT CAME—WITH ANOTHER MATTER, WHICH WILL BE FOUND IN ITS PLACE </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">V</span>iolent was Mr. - Weller’s indignation as he was borne along; numerous were the allusions to + Weller’s indignation as he was borne along; numerous were the allusions to the personal appearance and demeanour of Mr. Grummer and his companion; and valorous were the defiances to any six of the gentlemen present, in which he vented his dissatisfaction. Mr. Snodgrass and Mr. Winkle listened with gloomy respect to the torrent of eloquence which their leader poured forth from the sedan-chair, and the rapid course of which not all Mr. - Tupman’s earnest entreaties to have the lid of the vehicle closed, were - able to check for an instant. But Mr. Weller’s anger quickly gave way to + Tupman’s earnest entreaties to have the lid of the vehicle closed, were + able to check for an instant. But Mr. Weller’s anger quickly gave way to curiosity when the procession turned down the identical courtyard in which he had met with the runaway Job Trotter; and curiosity was exchanged for a feeling of the most gleeful astonishment, when the all-important Mr. @@ -19073,7 +19005,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger four fortunate individuals, who, having discovered a grating in the gate, which commanded a view of nothing, stared through it with the indefatigable perseverance with which people will flatten their noses - against the front windows of a chemist’s shop, when a drunken man, who has + against the front windows of a chemist’s shop, when a drunken man, who has been run over by a dog-cart in the street, is undergoing a surgical inspection in the back-parlour. </p> @@ -19094,32 +19026,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger piles of papers; and above the farther end of it, appeared the head and shoulders of Mr. Jinks, who was busily engaged in looking as busy as possible. The party having all entered, Muzzle carefully closed the door, - and placed himself behind his master’s chair to await his orders. Mr. + and placed himself behind his master’s chair to await his orders. Mr. Nupkins threw himself back with thrilling solemnity, and scrutinised the faces of his unwilling visitors. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Grummer, who is that person?’ said Mr. Nupkins, pointing to Mr. + ‘Now, Grummer, who is that person?’ said Mr. Nupkins, pointing to Mr. Pickwick, who, as the spokesman of his friends, stood hat in hand, bowing with the utmost politeness and respect. </p> <p> - ‘This here’s Pickvick, your Wash-up,’ said Grummer. + ‘This here’s Pickvick, your Wash-up,’ said Grummer. </p> <p> - ‘Come, none o’ that ‘ere, old Strike-a-light,’ interposed Mr. Weller, - elbowing himself into the front rank. ‘Beg your pardon, sir, but this here - officer o’ yourn in the gambooge tops, ‘ull never earn a decent livin’ as - a master o’ the ceremonies any vere. This here, sir’ continued Mr. Weller, + ‘Come, none o’ that ‘ere, old Strike-a-light,’ interposed Mr. Weller, + elbowing himself into the front rank. ‘Beg your pardon, sir, but this here + officer o’ yourn in the gambooge tops, ‘ull never earn a decent livin’ as + a master o’ the ceremonies any vere. This here, sir’ continued Mr. Weller, thrusting Grummer aside, and addressing the magistrate with pleasant - familiarity, ‘this here is S. Pickvick, Esquire; this here’s Mr. Tupman; - that ‘ere’s Mr. Snodgrass; and farder on, next him on the t’other side, - Mr. Winkle—all wery nice gen’l’m’n, Sir, as you’ll be wery happy to - have the acquaintance on; so the sooner you commits these here officers o’ + familiarity, ‘this here is S. Pickvick, Esquire; this here’s Mr. Tupman; + that ‘ere’s Mr. Snodgrass; and farder on, next him on the t’other side, + Mr. Winkle—all wery nice gen’l’m’n, Sir, as you’ll be wery happy to + have the acquaintance on; so the sooner you commits these here officers o’ yourn to the tread-mill for a month or two, the sooner we shall begin to be on a pleasant understanding. Business first, pleasure arterwards, as - King Richard the Third said when he stabbed the t’other king in the Tower, - afore he smothered the babbies.’ + King Richard the Third said when he stabbed the t’other king in the Tower, + afore he smothered the babbies.’ </p> <p> At the conclusion of this address, Mr. Weller brushed his hat with his @@ -19127,46 +19059,46 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with unspeakable awe. </p> <p> - ‘Who is this man, Grummer?’ said the magistrate. + ‘Who is this man, Grummer?’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘Wery desp’rate ch’racter, your Wash-up,’ replied Grummer. ‘He attempted + ‘Wery desp’rate ch’racter, your Wash-up,’ replied Grummer. ‘He attempted to rescue the prisoners, and assaulted the officers; so we took him into - custody, and brought him here.’ + custody, and brought him here.’ </p> <p> - ‘You did quite right,’ replied the magistrate. ‘He is evidently a - desperate ruffian.’ + ‘You did quite right,’ replied the magistrate. ‘He is evidently a + desperate ruffian.’ </p> <p> - ‘He is my servant, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick angrily. + ‘He is my servant, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick angrily. </p> <p> - ‘Oh! he is your servant, is he?’ said Mr. Nupkins. ‘A conspiracy to defeat - the ends of justice, and murder its officers. Pickwick’s servant. Put that - down, Mr. Jinks.’ + ‘Oh! he is your servant, is he?’ said Mr. Nupkins. ‘A conspiracy to defeat + the ends of justice, and murder its officers. Pickwick’s servant. Put that + down, Mr. Jinks.’ </p> <p> Mr. Jinks did so. </p> <p> - ‘What’s your name, fellow?’ thundered Mr. Nupkins. + ‘What’s your name, fellow?’ thundered Mr. Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘Veller,’ replied Sam. + ‘Veller,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘A very good name for the Newgate Calendar,’ said Mr. Nupkins. + ‘A very good name for the Newgate Calendar,’ said Mr. Nupkins. </p> <p> This was a joke; so Jinks, Grummer, Dubbley, all the specials, and Muzzle, - went into fits of laughter of five minutes’ duration. + went into fits of laughter of five minutes’ duration. </p> <p> - ‘Put down his name, Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate. + ‘Put down his name, Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘Two L’s, old feller,’ said Sam. + ‘Two L’s, old feller,’ said Sam. </p> <p> Here an unfortunate special laughed again, whereupon the magistrate @@ -19174,106 +19106,106 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the wrong man, in these cases. </p> <p> - ‘Where do you live?’ said the magistrate. + ‘Where do you live?’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘Vere ever I can,’ replied Sam. + ‘Vere ever I can,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Put down that, Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate, who was fast rising into + ‘Put down that, Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate, who was fast rising into a rage. </p> <p> - ‘Score it under,’ said Sam. + ‘Score it under,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘He is a vagabond, Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate. ‘He is a vagabond on - his own statement,—is he not, Mr. Jinks?’ + ‘He is a vagabond, Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate. ‘He is a vagabond on + his own statement,—is he not, Mr. Jinks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir.’ + ‘Certainly, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then I’ll commit him—I’ll commit him as such,’ said Mr. Nupkins. + ‘Then I’ll commit him—I’ll commit him as such,’ said Mr. Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘This is a wery impartial country for justice, ‘said Sam.’ There ain’t a - magistrate goin’ as don’t commit himself twice as he commits other - people.’ + ‘This is a wery impartial country for justice, ‘said Sam.’ There ain’t a + magistrate goin’ as don’t commit himself twice as he commits other + people.’ </p> <p> At this sally another special laughed, and then tried to look so supernaturally solemn, that the magistrate detected him immediately. </p> <p> - ‘Grummer,’ said Mr. Nupkins, reddening with passion, ‘how dare you select + ‘Grummer,’ said Mr. Nupkins, reddening with passion, ‘how dare you select such an inefficient and disreputable person for a special constable, as - that man? How dare you do it, Sir?’ + that man? How dare you do it, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I am very sorry, your Wash-up,’ stammered Grummer. + ‘I am very sorry, your Wash-up,’ stammered Grummer. </p> <p> - ‘Very sorry!’ said the furious magistrate. ‘You shall repent of this + ‘Very sorry!’ said the furious magistrate. ‘You shall repent of this neglect of duty, Mr. Grummer; you shall be made an example of. Take that - fellow’s staff away. He’s drunk. You’re drunk, fellow.’ + fellow’s staff away. He’s drunk. You’re drunk, fellow.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am not drunk, your Worship,’ said the man. + ‘I am not drunk, your Worship,’ said the man. </p> <p> - ‘You <i>are </i>drunk,’ returned the magistrate. ‘How dare you say you are - not drunk, Sir, when I say you are? Doesn’t he smell of spirits, Grummer?’ + ‘You <i>are </i>drunk,’ returned the magistrate. ‘How dare you say you are + not drunk, Sir, when I say you are? Doesn’t he smell of spirits, Grummer?’ </p> <p> - ‘Horrid, your Wash-up,’ replied Grummer, who had a vague impression that + ‘Horrid, your Wash-up,’ replied Grummer, who had a vague impression that there was a smell of rum somewhere. </p> <p> - ‘I knew he did,’ said Mr. Nupkins. ‘I saw he was drunk when he first came + ‘I knew he did,’ said Mr. Nupkins. ‘I saw he was drunk when he first came into the room, by his excited eye. Did you observe his excited eye, Mr. - Jinks?’ + Jinks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir.’ + ‘Certainly, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I haven’t touched a drop of spirits this morning,’ said the man, who was + ‘I haven’t touched a drop of spirits this morning,’ said the man, who was as sober a fellow as need be. </p> <p> - ‘How dare you tell me a falsehood?’ said Mr. Nupkins. ‘Isn’t he drunk at - this moment, Mr. Jinks?’ + ‘How dare you tell me a falsehood?’ said Mr. Nupkins. ‘Isn’t he drunk at + this moment, Mr. Jinks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir,’ replied Jinks. + ‘Certainly, Sir,’ replied Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate, ‘I shall commit that man for contempt. - Make out his committal, Mr. Jinks.’ + ‘Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate, ‘I shall commit that man for contempt. + Make out his committal, Mr. Jinks.’ </p> <p> And committed the special would have been, only Jinks, who was the - magistrate’s adviser (having had a legal education of three years in a - country attorney’s office), whispered the magistrate that he thought it - wouldn’t do; so the magistrate made a speech, and said, that in - consideration of the special’s family, he would merely reprimand and + magistrate’s adviser (having had a legal education of three years in a + country attorney’s office), whispered the magistrate that he thought it + wouldn’t do; so the magistrate made a speech, and said, that in + consideration of the special’s family, he would merely reprimand and discharge him. Accordingly, the special was abused, vehemently, for a quarter of an hour, and sent about his business; and Grummer, Dubbley, Muzzle, and all the other specials, murmured their admiration of the magnanimity of Mr. Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate, ‘swear Grummer.’ + ‘Now, Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate, ‘swear Grummer.’ </p> <p> - Grummer was sworn directly; but as Grummer wandered, and Mr. Nupkins’s + Grummer was sworn directly; but as Grummer wandered, and Mr. Nupkins’s dinner was nearly ready, Mr. Nupkins cut the matter short, by putting leading questions to Grummer, which Grummer answered as nearly in the affirmative as he could. So the examination went off, all very smooth and comfortable, and two assaults were proved against Mr. Weller, and a threat against Mr. Winkle, and a push against Mr. Snodgrass. When all this was - done to the magistrate’s satisfaction, the magistrate and Mr. Jinks + done to the magistrate’s satisfaction, the magistrate and Mr. Jinks consulted in whispers. </p> <p> @@ -19283,36 +19215,36 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Pickwick interposed. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, sir, for interrupting you,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but + ‘I beg your pardon, sir, for interrupting you,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but before you proceed to express, and act upon, any opinion you may have formed on the statements which have been made here, I must claim my right - to be heard so far as I am personally concerned.’ + to be heard so far as I am personally concerned.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hold your tongue, Sir,’ said the magistrate peremptorily. + ‘Hold your tongue, Sir,’ said the magistrate peremptorily. </p> <p> - ‘I must submit to you, Sir—’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I must submit to you, Sir—’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Hold your tongue, sir,’ interposed the magistrate, ‘or I shall order an - officer to remove you.’ + ‘Hold your tongue, sir,’ interposed the magistrate, ‘or I shall order an + officer to remove you.’ </p> <p> - ‘You may order your officers to do whatever you please, Sir,’ said Mr. - Pickwick; ‘and I have no doubt, from the specimen I have had of the + ‘You may order your officers to do whatever you please, Sir,’ said Mr. + Pickwick; ‘and I have no doubt, from the specimen I have had of the subordination preserved amongst them, that whatever you order, they will execute, Sir; but I shall take the liberty, Sir, of claiming my right to - be heard, until I am removed by force.’ + be heard, until I am removed by force.’ </p> <p> - ‘Pickvick and principle!’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, in a very audible voice. + ‘Pickvick and principle!’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, in a very audible voice. </p> <p> - ‘Sam, be quiet,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Sam, be quiet,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘Dumb as a drum vith a hole in it, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> Mr. Nupkins looked at Mr. Pickwick with a gaze of intense astonishment, at @@ -19325,85 +19257,85 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> At length the magistrate, gulping down, with a very bad grace, his disinclination to hear anything more, turned to Mr. Pickwick, and said - sharply, ‘What do you want to say?’ + sharply, ‘What do you want to say?’ </p> <p> - ‘First,’ said Mr. Pickwick, sending a look through his spectacles, under - which even Nupkins quailed, ‘first, I wish to know what I and my friend - have been brought here for?’ + ‘First,’ said Mr. Pickwick, sending a look through his spectacles, under + which even Nupkins quailed, ‘first, I wish to know what I and my friend + have been brought here for?’ </p> <p> - ‘Must I tell him?’ whispered the magistrate to Jinks. + ‘Must I tell him?’ whispered the magistrate to Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘I think you had better, sir,’ whispered Jinks to the magistrate. + ‘I think you had better, sir,’ whispered Jinks to the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘An information has been sworn before me,’ said the magistrate, ‘that it + ‘An information has been sworn before me,’ said the magistrate, ‘that it is apprehended you are going to fight a duel, and that the other man, - Tupman, is your aider and abettor in it. Therefore—eh, Mr. Jinks?’ + Tupman, is your aider and abettor in it. Therefore—eh, Mr. Jinks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, sir.’ + ‘Certainly, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Therefore, I call upon you both, to—I think that’s the course, Mr. - Jinks?’ + ‘Therefore, I call upon you both, to—I think that’s the course, Mr. + Jinks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir.’ + ‘Certainly, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘To—to—what, Mr. Jinks?’ said the magistrate pettishly. + ‘To—to—what, Mr. Jinks?’ said the magistrate pettishly. </p> <p> - ‘To find bail, sir.’ + ‘To find bail, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes. Therefore, I call upon you both—as I was about to say when I - was interrupted by my clerk—to find bail.’ + ‘Yes. Therefore, I call upon you both—as I was about to say when I + was interrupted by my clerk—to find bail.’ </p> <p> - Good bail,’ whispered Mr. Jinks. + Good bail,’ whispered Mr. Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘I shall require good bail,’ said the magistrate. + ‘I shall require good bail,’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘Town’s-people,’ whispered Jinks. + ‘Town’s-people,’ whispered Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘They must be townspeople,’ said the magistrate. + ‘They must be townspeople,’ said the magistrate. </p> <p> - ‘Fifty pounds each,’ whispered Jinks, ‘and householders, of course.’ + ‘Fifty pounds each,’ whispered Jinks, ‘and householders, of course.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall require two sureties of fifty pounds each,’ said the magistrate - aloud, with great dignity, ‘and they must be householders, of course.’ + ‘I shall require two sureties of fifty pounds each,’ said the magistrate + aloud, with great dignity, ‘and they must be householders, of course.’ </p> <p> - ‘But bless my heart, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, who, together with Mr. - Tupman, was all amazement and indignation; ‘we are perfect strangers in + ‘But bless my heart, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, who, together with Mr. + Tupman, was all amazement and indignation; ‘we are perfect strangers in this town. I have as little knowledge of any householders here, as I have - intention of fighting a duel with anybody.’ + intention of fighting a duel with anybody.’ </p> <p> - ‘I dare say,’ replied the magistrate, ‘I dare say—don’t you, Mr. - Jinks?’ + ‘I dare say,’ replied the magistrate, ‘I dare say—don’t you, Mr. + Jinks?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir.’ + ‘Certainly, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Have you anything more to say?’ inquired the magistrate. + ‘Have you anything more to say?’ inquired the magistrate. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick had a great deal more to say, which he would no doubt have - said, very little to his own advantage, or the magistrate’s satisfaction, + said, very little to his own advantage, or the magistrate’s satisfaction, if he had not, the moment he ceased speaking, been pulled by the sleeve by Mr. Weller, with whom he was immediately engaged in so earnest a - conversation, that he suffered the magistrate’s inquiry to pass wholly + conversation, that he suffered the magistrate’s inquiry to pass wholly unnoticed. Mr. Nupkins was not the man to ask a question of the kind twice over; and so, with another preparatory cough, he proceeded, amidst the reverential and admiring silence of the constables, to pronounce his @@ -19413,28 +19345,28 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger He should fine Weller two pounds for the first assault, and three pounds for the second. He should fine Winkle two pounds, and Snodgrass one pound, besides requiring them to enter into their own recognisances to keep the - peace towards all his Majesty’s subjects, and especially towards his liege + peace towards all his Majesty’s subjects, and especially towards his liege servant, Daniel Grummer. Pickwick and Tupman he had already held to bail. </p> <p> Immediately on the magistrate ceasing to speak, Mr. Pickwick, with a smile - mantling on his again good-humoured countenance, stepped forward, and said— + mantling on his again good-humoured countenance, stepped forward, and said— </p> <p> - ‘I beg the magistrate’s pardon, but may I request a few minutes’ private - conversation with him, on a matter of deep importance to himself?’ + ‘I beg the magistrate’s pardon, but may I request a few minutes’ private + conversation with him, on a matter of deep importance to himself?’ </p> <p> - ‘What?’ said the magistrate. Mr. Pickwick repeated his request. + ‘What?’ said the magistrate. Mr. Pickwick repeated his request. </p> <p> - ‘This is a most extraordinary request,’ said the magistrate. ‘A private - interview?’ + ‘This is a most extraordinary request,’ said the magistrate. ‘A private + interview?’ </p> <p> - ‘A private interview,’ replied Mr. Pickwick firmly; ‘only, as a part of + ‘A private interview,’ replied Mr. Pickwick firmly; ‘only, as a part of the information which I wish to communicate is derived from my servant, I - should wish him to be present.’ + should wish him to be present.’ </p> <p> The magistrate looked at Mr. Jinks; Mr. Jinks looked at the magistrate; @@ -19448,19 +19380,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The magistrate looked at Mr. Pickwick again, and beckoned Mr. Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘What do you think of this request, Mr. Jinks?’ murmured Mr. Nupkins. + ‘What do you think of this request, Mr. Jinks?’ murmured Mr. Nupkins. </p> <p> - Mr. Jinks, who didn’t exactly know what to think of it, and was afraid he + Mr. Jinks, who didn’t exactly know what to think of it, and was afraid he might offend, smiled feebly, after a dubious fashion, and, screwing up the corners of his mouth, shook his head slowly from side to side. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate gravely, ‘you are an ass.’ + ‘Mr. Jinks,’ said the magistrate gravely, ‘you are an ass.’ </p> <p> - At this little expression of opinion, Mr. Jinks smiled again—rather - more feebly than before—and edged himself, by degrees, back into his + At this little expression of opinion, Mr. Jinks smiled again—rather + more feebly than before—and edged himself, by degrees, back into his own corner. </p> <p> @@ -19474,67 +19406,67 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger communication, whatever it might be. </p> <p> - ‘I will come to the point at once, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘it affects + ‘I will come to the point at once, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘it affects yourself and your credit materially. I have every reason to believe, Sir, - that you are harbouring in your house a gross impostor!’ + that you are harbouring in your house a gross impostor!’ </p> <p> - ‘Two,’ interrupted Sam. ‘Mulberry agin all natur, for tears and - willainny!’ + ‘Two,’ interrupted Sam. ‘Mulberry agin all natur, for tears and + willainny!’ </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘if I am to render myself intelligible to this - gentleman, I must beg you to control your feelings.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘if I am to render myself intelligible to this + gentleman, I must beg you to control your feelings.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery sorry, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘but when I think o’ that ‘ere Job, - I can’t help opening the walve a inch or two.’ + ‘Wery sorry, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘but when I think o’ that ‘ere Job, + I can’t help opening the walve a inch or two.’ </p> <p> - ‘In one word, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘is my servant right in suspecting + ‘In one word, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘is my servant right in suspecting that a certain Captain Fitz-Marshall is in the habit of visiting here? - Because,’ added Mr. Pickwick, as he saw that Mr. Nupkins was about to - offer a very indignant interruption, ‘because if he be, I know that person - to be a—’ + Because,’ added Mr. Pickwick, as he saw that Mr. Nupkins was about to + offer a very indignant interruption, ‘because if he be, I know that person + to be a—’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush, hush,’ said Mr. Nupkins, closing the door. ‘Know him to be what, - Sir?’ + ‘Hush, hush,’ said Mr. Nupkins, closing the door. ‘Know him to be what, + Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘An unprincipled adventurer—a dishonourable character—a man + ‘An unprincipled adventurer—a dishonourable character—a man who preys upon society, and makes easily-deceived people his dupes, Sir; - his absurd, his foolish, his wretched dupes, Sir,’ said the excited Mr. + his absurd, his foolish, his wretched dupes, Sir,’ said the excited Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Nupkins, turning very red, and altering his whole - manner directly. ‘Dear me, Mr.—’ + ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Nupkins, turning very red, and altering his whole + manner directly. ‘Dear me, Mr.—’ </p> <p> - ‘Pickvick,’ said Sam. + ‘Pickvick,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Pickwick,’ said the magistrate, ‘dear me, Mr. Pickwick—pray take a - seat—you cannot mean this? Captain Fitz-Marshall!’ + ‘Pickwick,’ said the magistrate, ‘dear me, Mr. Pickwick—pray take a + seat—you cannot mean this? Captain Fitz-Marshall!’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t call him a cap’en,’ said Sam, ‘nor Fitz-Marshall neither; he ain’t - neither one nor t’other. He’s a strolling actor, he is, and his name’s - Jingle; and if ever there was a wolf in a mulberry suit, that ‘ere Job - Trotter’s him.’ + ‘Don’t call him a cap’en,’ said Sam, ‘nor Fitz-Marshall neither; he ain’t + neither one nor t’other. He’s a strolling actor, he is, and his name’s + Jingle; and if ever there was a wolf in a mulberry suit, that ‘ere Job + Trotter’s him.’ </p> <p> - ‘It is very true, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, replying to the magistrate’s - look of amazement; ‘my only business in this town, is to expose the person - of whom we now speak.’ + ‘It is very true, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, replying to the magistrate’s + look of amazement; ‘my only business in this town, is to expose the person + of whom we now speak.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick proceeded to pour into the horror-stricken ear of Mr. - Nupkins, an abridged account of all Mr. Jingle’s atrocities. He related + Nupkins, an abridged account of all Mr. Jingle’s atrocities. He related how he had first met him; how he had eloped with Miss Wardle; how he had cheerfully resigned the lady for a pecuniary consideration; how he had - entrapped himself into a lady’s boarding-school at midnight; and how he + entrapped himself into a lady’s boarding-school at midnight; and how he (Mr. Pickwick) now felt it his duty to expose his assumption of his present name and rank. </p> @@ -19557,69 +19489,69 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger magisterial party if the story got abroad! </p> <p> - ‘But after all,’ said Mr. Nupkins, brightening for a moment, after a long - pause; ‘after all, this is a mere statement. Captain Fitz-Marshall is a + ‘But after all,’ said Mr. Nupkins, brightening for a moment, after a long + pause; ‘after all, this is a mere statement. Captain Fitz-Marshall is a man of very engaging manners, and, I dare say, has many enemies. What - proof have you of the truth of these representations?’ + proof have you of the truth of these representations?’ </p> <p> - ‘Confront me with him,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that is all I ask, and all I + ‘Confront me with him,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that is all I ask, and all I require. Confront him with me and my friends here; you will want no - further proof.’ + further proof.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ said Mr. Nupkins, ‘that might be very easily done, for he will be + ‘Why,’ said Mr. Nupkins, ‘that might be very easily done, for he will be here to-night, and then there would be no occasion to make the matter - public, just—just—for the young man’s own sake, you know. I—I—should + public, just—just—for the young man’s own sake, you know. I—I—should like to consult Mrs. Nupkins on the propriety of the step, in the first instance, though. At all events, Mr. Pickwick, we must despatch this legal business before we can do anything else. Pray step back into the next - room.’ + room.’ </p> <p> Into the next room they went. </p> <p> - ‘Grummer,’ said the magistrate, in an awful voice. + ‘Grummer,’ said the magistrate, in an awful voice. </p> <p> - ‘Your Wash-up,’ replied Grummer, with the smile of a favourite. + ‘Your Wash-up,’ replied Grummer, with the smile of a favourite. </p> <p> - ‘Come, come, Sir,’ said the magistrate sternly, ‘don’t let me see any of + ‘Come, come, Sir,’ said the magistrate sternly, ‘don’t let me see any of this levity here. It is very unbecoming, and I can assure you that you have very little to smile at. Was the account you gave me just now - strictly true? Now be careful, sir!’ + strictly true? Now be careful, sir!’ </p> <p> - Your Wash-up,’ stammered Grummer, ‘I-’ + Your Wash-up,’ stammered Grummer, ‘I-’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you are confused, are you?’ said the magistrate. ‘Mr. Jinks, you - observe this confusion?’ + ‘Oh, you are confused, are you?’ said the magistrate. ‘Mr. Jinks, you + observe this confusion?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sir,’ replied Jinks. + ‘Certainly, Sir,’ replied Jinks. </p> <p> - ‘Now,’ said the magistrate, ‘repeat your statement, Grummer, and again I - warn you to be careful. Mr. Jinks, take his words down.’ + ‘Now,’ said the magistrate, ‘repeat your statement, Grummer, and again I + warn you to be careful. Mr. Jinks, take his words down.’ </p> <p> The unfortunate Grummer proceeded to re-state his complaint, but, what - between Mr. Jinks’s taking down his words, and the magistrate’s taking + between Mr. Jinks’s taking down his words, and the magistrate’s taking them up, his natural tendency to rambling, and his extreme confusion, he managed to get involved, in something under three minutes, in such a mass of entanglement and contradiction, that Mr. Nupkins at once declared he - didn’t believe him. So the fines were remitted, and Mr. Jinks found a + didn’t believe him. So the fines were remitted, and Mr. Jinks found a couple of bail in no time. And all these solemn proceedings having been - satisfactorily concluded, Mr. Grummer was ignominiously ordered out—an + satisfactorily concluded, Mr. Grummer was ignominiously ordered out—an awful instance of the instability of human greatness, and the uncertain - tenure of great men’s favour. + tenure of great men’s favour. </p> <p> Mrs. Nupkins was a majestic female in a pink gauze turban and a light - brown wig. Miss Nupkins possessed all her mamma’s haughtiness without the + brown wig. Miss Nupkins possessed all her mamma’s haughtiness without the turban, and all her ill-nature without the wig; and whenever the exercise of these two amiable qualities involved mother and daughter in some unpleasant dilemma, as they not infrequently did, they both concurred in @@ -19631,58 +19563,58 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Nupkins supposed she was; and so forth. </p> <p> - ‘The idea!’ said Miss Nupkins, forcing a tear of very scanty proportions - into the corner of each eye; ‘the idea of my being made such a fool of!’ + ‘The idea!’ said Miss Nupkins, forcing a tear of very scanty proportions + into the corner of each eye; ‘the idea of my being made such a fool of!’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah! you may thank your papa, my dear,’ said Mrs. Nupkins; ‘how I have - implored and begged that man to inquire into the captain’s family + ‘Ah! you may thank your papa, my dear,’ said Mrs. Nupkins; ‘how I have + implored and begged that man to inquire into the captain’s family connections; how I have urged and entreated him to take some decisive - step! I am quite certain nobody would believe it—quite.’ + step! I am quite certain nobody would believe it—quite.’ </p> <p> - ‘But, my dear,’ said Mr. Nupkins. + ‘But, my dear,’ said Mr. Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t talk to me, you aggravating thing, don’t!’ said Mrs. Nupkins. + ‘Don’t talk to me, you aggravating thing, don’t!’ said Mrs. Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘My love,’ said Mr. Nupkins, ‘you professed yourself very fond of Captain + ‘My love,’ said Mr. Nupkins, ‘you professed yourself very fond of Captain Fitz-Marshall. You have constantly asked him here, my dear, and you have - lost no opportunity of introducing him elsewhere.’ + lost no opportunity of introducing him elsewhere.’ </p> <p> - ‘Didn’t I say so, Henrietta?’ cried Mrs. Nupkins, appealing to her - daughter with the air of a much-injured female. ‘Didn’t I say that your - papa would turn round and lay all this at my door? Didn’t I say so?’ Here + ‘Didn’t I say so, Henrietta?’ cried Mrs. Nupkins, appealing to her + daughter with the air of a much-injured female. ‘Didn’t I say that your + papa would turn round and lay all this at my door? Didn’t I say so?’ Here Mrs. Nupkins sobbed. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, pa!’ remonstrated Miss Nupkins. And here she sobbed too. + ‘Oh, pa!’ remonstrated Miss Nupkins. And here she sobbed too. </p> <p> - ‘Isn’t it too much, when he has brought all this disgrace and ridicule - upon us, to taunt me with being the cause of it?’ exclaimed Mrs. Nupkins. + ‘Isn’t it too much, when he has brought all this disgrace and ridicule + upon us, to taunt me with being the cause of it?’ exclaimed Mrs. Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘How can we ever show ourselves in society!’ said Miss Nupkins. + ‘How can we ever show ourselves in society!’ said Miss Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘How can we face the Porkenhams?’ cried Mrs. Nupkins. + ‘How can we face the Porkenhams?’ cried Mrs. Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘Or the Griggs!’ cried Miss Nupkins. + ‘Or the Griggs!’ cried Miss Nupkins. </p> <p> - ‘Or the Slummintowkens!’ cried Mrs. Nupkins. ‘But what does your papa - care! What is it to <i>him</i>!’ At this dreadful reflection, Mrs. Nupkins + ‘Or the Slummintowkens!’ cried Mrs. Nupkins. ‘But what does your papa + care! What is it to <i>him</i>!’ At this dreadful reflection, Mrs. Nupkins wept mental anguish, and Miss Nupkins followed on the same side. </p> <p> - Mrs. Nupkins’s tears continued to gush forth, with great velocity, until + Mrs. Nupkins’s tears continued to gush forth, with great velocity, until she had gained a little time to think the matter over; when she decided, in her own mind, that the best thing to do would be to ask Mr. Pickwick - and his friends to remain until the captain’s arrival, and then to give + and his friends to remain until the captain’s arrival, and then to give Mr. Pickwick the opportunity he sought. If it appeared that he had spoken truly, the captain could be turned out of the house without noising the matter abroad, and they could easily account to the Porkenhams for his @@ -19703,98 +19635,98 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger enjoined to take him below, and make much of him. </p> <p> - ‘How de do, sir?’ said Mr. Muzzle, as he conducted Mr. Weller down the + ‘How de do, sir?’ said Mr. Muzzle, as he conducted Mr. Weller down the kitchen stairs. </p> <p> - ‘Why, no considerable change has taken place in the state of my system, - since I see you cocked up behind your governor’s chair in the parlour, a - little vile ago,’ replied Sam. + ‘Why, no considerable change has taken place in the state of my system, + since I see you cocked up behind your governor’s chair in the parlour, a + little vile ago,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You will excuse my not taking more notice of you then,’ said Mr. Muzzle. - ‘You see, master hadn’t introduced us, then. Lord, how fond he is of you, - Mr. Weller, to be sure!’ + ‘You will excuse my not taking more notice of you then,’ said Mr. Muzzle. + ‘You see, master hadn’t introduced us, then. Lord, how fond he is of you, + Mr. Weller, to be sure!’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said Sam, ‘what a pleasant chap he is!’ + ‘Ah!’ said Sam, ‘what a pleasant chap he is!’ </p> <p> - ‘Ain’t he?’ replied Mr. Muzzle. + ‘Ain’t he?’ replied Mr. Muzzle. </p> <p> - ‘So much humour,’ said Sam. + ‘So much humour,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘And such a man to speak,’ said Mr. Muzzle. ‘How his ideas flow, don’t - they?’ + ‘And such a man to speak,’ said Mr. Muzzle. ‘How his ideas flow, don’t + they?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wonderful,’ replied Sam; ‘they comes a-pouring out, knocking each other’s + ‘Wonderful,’ replied Sam; ‘they comes a-pouring out, knocking each other’s heads so fast, that they seems to stun one another; you hardly know what - he’s arter, do you?’ + he’s arter, do you?’ </p> <p> - That’s the great merit of his style of speaking,’ rejoined Mr. Muzzle. - ‘Take care of the last step, Mr. Weller. Would you like to wash your - hands, sir, before we join the ladies? Here’s a sink, with the water laid - on, Sir, and a clean jack towel behind the door.’ + That’s the great merit of his style of speaking,’ rejoined Mr. Muzzle. + ‘Take care of the last step, Mr. Weller. Would you like to wash your + hands, sir, before we join the ladies? Here’s a sink, with the water laid + on, Sir, and a clean jack towel behind the door.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah! perhaps I may as well have a rinse,’ replied Mr. Weller, applying + ‘Ah! perhaps I may as well have a rinse,’ replied Mr. Weller, applying plenty of yellow soap to the towel, and rubbing away till his face shone - again. ‘How many ladies are there?’ + again. ‘How many ladies are there?’ </p> <p> - ‘Only two in our kitchen,’ said Mr. Muzzle; ‘cook and ‘ouse-maid. We keep + ‘Only two in our kitchen,’ said Mr. Muzzle; ‘cook and ‘ouse-maid. We keep a boy to do the dirty work, and a gal besides, but they dine in the - wash’us.’ + wash’us.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, they dines in the wash’us, do they?’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Oh, they dines in the wash’us, do they?’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ replied Mr. Muzzle, ‘we tried ‘em at our table when they first - come, but we couldn’t keep ‘em. The gal’s manners is dreadful vulgar; and - the boy breathes so very hard while he’s eating, that we found it - impossible to sit at table with him.’ + ‘Yes,’ replied Mr. Muzzle, ‘we tried ‘em at our table when they first + come, but we couldn’t keep ‘em. The gal’s manners is dreadful vulgar; and + the boy breathes so very hard while he’s eating, that we found it + impossible to sit at table with him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Young grampus!’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Young grampus!’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, dreadful,’ rejoined Mr. Muzzle; ‘but that is the worst of country + ‘Oh, dreadful,’ rejoined Mr. Muzzle; ‘but that is the worst of country service, Mr. Weller; the juniors is always so very savage. This way, sir, - if you please, this way.’ + if you please, this way.’ </p> <p> Preceding Mr. Weller, with the utmost politeness, Mr. Muzzle conducted him into the kitchen. </p> <p> - ‘Mary,’ said Mr. Muzzle to the pretty servant-girl, ‘this is Mr. Weller; a - gentleman as master has sent down, to be made as comfortable as possible.’ + ‘Mary,’ said Mr. Muzzle to the pretty servant-girl, ‘this is Mr. Weller; a + gentleman as master has sent down, to be made as comfortable as possible.’ </p> <p> - ‘And your master’s a knowin’ hand, and has just sent me to the right - place,’ said Mr. Weller, with a glance of admiration at Mary. ‘If I wos - master o’ this here house, I should alvays find the materials for comfort - vere Mary wos.’ + ‘And your master’s a knowin’ hand, and has just sent me to the right + place,’ said Mr. Weller, with a glance of admiration at Mary. ‘If I wos + master o’ this here house, I should alvays find the materials for comfort + vere Mary wos.’ </p> <p> - Lor, Mr. Weller!’ said Mary blushing. + Lor, Mr. Weller!’ said Mary blushing. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I never!’ ejaculated the cook. + ‘Well, I never!’ ejaculated the cook. </p> <p> - ‘Bless me, cook, I forgot you,’ said Mr. Muzzle. ‘Mr. Weller, let me - introduce you.’ + ‘Bless me, cook, I forgot you,’ said Mr. Muzzle. ‘Mr. Weller, let me + introduce you.’ </p> <p> - ‘How are you, ma’am?’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Wery glad to see you, indeed, and - hope our acquaintance may be a long ‘un, as the gen’l’m’n said to the fi’ - pun’ note.’ + ‘How are you, ma’am?’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Wery glad to see you, indeed, and + hope our acquaintance may be a long ‘un, as the gen’l’m’n said to the fi’ + pun’ note.’ </p> <p> When this ceremony of introduction had been gone through, the cook and @@ -19802,26 +19734,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger returning, all giggles and blushes, they sat down to dinner. </p> <p> - Mr. Weller’s easy manners and conversational powers had such irresistible + Mr. Weller’s easy manners and conversational powers had such irresistible influence with his new friends, that before the dinner was half over, they were on a footing of perfect intimacy, and in possession of a full account of the delinquency of Job Trotter. </p> <p> - ‘I never could a-bear that Job,’ said Mary. + ‘I never could a-bear that Job,’ said Mary. </p> <p> - ‘No more you never ought to, my dear,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘No more you never ought to, my dear,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Why not?’ inquired Mary. + ‘Why not?’ inquired Mary. </p> <p> - ‘’Cos ugliness and svindlin’ never ought to be formiliar with elegance and - wirtew,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Ought they, Mr. Muzzle?’ + ‘’Cos ugliness and svindlin’ never ought to be formiliar with elegance and + wirtew,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Ought they, Mr. Muzzle?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not by no means,’ replied that gentleman. + ‘Not by no means,’ replied that gentleman. </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/0486m.jpg" alt="0486m " /><br /> @@ -19831,32 +19763,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h5> <p> Here Mary laughed, and said the cook had made her; and the cook laughed, - and said she hadn’t. + and said she hadn’t. </p> <p> - ‘I ha’n’t got a glass,’ said Mary. + ‘I ha’n’t got a glass,’ said Mary. </p> <p> - ‘Drink with me, my dear,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Put your lips to this here - tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy.’ + ‘Drink with me, my dear,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Put your lips to this here + tumbler, and then I can kiss you by deputy.’ </p> <p> - ‘For shame, Mr. Weller!’ said Mary. + ‘For shame, Mr. Weller!’ said Mary. </p> <p> - ‘What’s a shame, my dear?’ + ‘What’s a shame, my dear?’ </p> <p> - ‘Talkin’ in that way.’ + ‘Talkin’ in that way.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense; it ain’t no harm. It’s natur; ain’t it, cook?’ + ‘Nonsense; it ain’t no harm. It’s natur; ain’t it, cook?’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t ask me, imperence,’ replied the cook, in a high state of delight; + ‘Don’t ask me, imperence,’ replied the cook, in a high state of delight; and hereupon the cook and Mary laughed again, till what between the beer, and the cold meat, and the laughter combined, the latter young lady was - brought to the verge of choking—an alarming crisis from which she + brought to the verge of choking—an alarming crisis from which she was only recovered by sundry pats on the back, and other necessary attentions, most delicately administered by Mr. Samuel Weller. </p> @@ -19878,8 +19810,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger him, perfectly motionless with amazement and terror. </p> <p> - ‘Here he is!’ said Sam, rising with great glee. ‘Why we were that wery - moment a-speaking o’ you. How are you? Where have you been? Come in.’ + ‘Here he is!’ said Sam, rising with great glee. ‘Why we were that wery + moment a-speaking o’ you. How are you? Where have you been? Come in.’ </p> <p> Laying his hand on the mulberry collar of the unresisting Job, Mr. Weller @@ -19887,24 +19819,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Muzzle, who very coolly buttoned it up in a side pocket. </p> <p> - ‘Well, here’s a game!’ cried Sam. ‘Only think o’ my master havin’ the - pleasure o’ meeting yourn upstairs, and me havin’ the joy o’ meetin’ you - down here. How are you gettin’ on, and how is the chandlery bis’ness - likely to do? Well, I am so glad to see you. How happy you look. It’s - quite a treat to see you; ain’t it, Mr. Muzzle?’ + ‘Well, here’s a game!’ cried Sam. ‘Only think o’ my master havin’ the + pleasure o’ meeting yourn upstairs, and me havin’ the joy o’ meetin’ you + down here. How are you gettin’ on, and how is the chandlery bis’ness + likely to do? Well, I am so glad to see you. How happy you look. It’s + quite a treat to see you; ain’t it, Mr. Muzzle?’ </p> <p> - ‘Quite,’ said Mr. Muzzle. + ‘Quite,’ said Mr. Muzzle. </p> <p> - ‘So cheerful he is!’ said Sam. + ‘So cheerful he is!’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘In such good spirits!’ said Muzzle. + ‘In such good spirits!’ said Muzzle. </p> <p> - ‘And so glad to see us—that makes it so much more comfortable,’ said - Sam. ‘Sit down; sit down.’ + ‘And so glad to see us—that makes it so much more comfortable,’ said + Sam. ‘Sit down; sit down.’ </p> <p> Mr. Trotter suffered himself to be forced into a chair by the fireside. He @@ -19912,50 +19844,50 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger nothing. </p> <p> - ‘Well, now,’ said Sam, ‘afore these here ladies, I should jest like to ask - you, as a sort of curiosity, whether you don’t consider yourself as nice - and well-behaved a young gen’l’m’n, as ever used a pink check - pocket-handkerchief, and the number four collection?’ + ‘Well, now,’ said Sam, ‘afore these here ladies, I should jest like to ask + you, as a sort of curiosity, whether you don’t consider yourself as nice + and well-behaved a young gen’l’m’n, as ever used a pink check + pocket-handkerchief, and the number four collection?’ </p> <p> - ‘And as was ever a-going to be married to a cook,’ said that lady - indignantly. ‘The willin!’ + ‘And as was ever a-going to be married to a cook,’ said that lady + indignantly. ‘The willin!’ </p> <p> - ‘And leave off his evil ways, and set up in the chandlery line - arterwards,’ said the housemaid. + ‘And leave off his evil ways, and set up in the chandlery line + arterwards,’ said the housemaid. </p> <p> - ‘Now, I’ll tell you what it is, young man,’ said Mr. Muzzle solemnly, - enraged at the last two allusions, ‘this here lady (pointing to the cook) + ‘Now, I’ll tell you what it is, young man,’ said Mr. Muzzle solemnly, + enraged at the last two allusions, ‘this here lady (pointing to the cook) keeps company with me; and when you presume, Sir, to talk of keeping - chandlers’ shops with her, you injure me in one of the most delicatest - points in which one man can injure another. Do you understand that, Sir?’ + chandlers’ shops with her, you injure me in one of the most delicatest + points in which one man can injure another. Do you understand that, Sir?’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Muzzle, who had a great notion of his eloquence, in which he imitated his master, paused for a reply. </p> <p> - But Mr. Trotter made no reply. So Mr. Muzzle proceeded in a solemn manner— + But Mr. Trotter made no reply. So Mr. Muzzle proceeded in a solemn manner— </p> <p> - ‘It’s very probable, sir, that you won’t be wanted upstairs for several + ‘It’s very probable, sir, that you won’t be wanted upstairs for several minutes, Sir, because <i>my</i> master is at this moment particularly engaged in settling the hash of <i>your </i>master, Sir; and therefore - you’ll have leisure, Sir, for a little private talk with me, Sir. Do you - understand that, Sir?’ + you’ll have leisure, Sir, for a little private talk with me, Sir. Do you + understand that, Sir?’ </p> <p> Mr. Muzzle again paused for a reply; and again Mr. Trotter disappointed him. </p> <p> - ‘Well, then,’ said Mr. Muzzle, ‘I’m very sorry to have to explain myself + ‘Well, then,’ said Mr. Muzzle, ‘I’m very sorry to have to explain myself before ladies, but the urgency of the case will be my excuse. The back - kitchen’s empty, Sir. If you will step in there, Sir, Mr. Weller will see + kitchen’s empty, Sir. If you will step in there, Sir, Mr. Weller will see fair, and we can have mutual satisfaction till the bell rings. Follow me, - Sir!’ + Sir!’ </p> <p> As Mr. Muzzle uttered these words, he took a step or two towards the door; @@ -19977,9 +19909,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger At this moment, the bell rang. </p> <p> - ‘That’s for you, Job Trotter,’ said Sam; and before Mr. Trotter could - offer remonstrance or reply—even before he had time to stanch the - wounds inflicted by the insensible lady—Sam seized one arm and Mr. + ‘That’s for you, Job Trotter,’ said Sam; and before Mr. Trotter could + offer remonstrance or reply—even before he had time to stanch the + wounds inflicted by the insensible lady—Sam seized one arm and Mr. Muzzle the other, and one pulling before, and the other pushing behind, they conveyed him upstairs, and into the parlour. </p> @@ -19996,73 +19928,73 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gloomily grand and savagely vexed. </p> <p> - ‘What prevents me,’ said Mr. Nupkins, with magisterial dignity, as Job was - brought in—‘what prevents me from detaining these men as rogues and - impostors? It is a foolish mercy. What prevents me?’ + ‘What prevents me,’ said Mr. Nupkins, with magisterial dignity, as Job was + brought in—‘what prevents me from detaining these men as rogues and + impostors? It is a foolish mercy. What prevents me?’ </p> <p> - ‘Pride, old fellow, pride,’ replied Jingle, quite at his ease. ‘Wouldn’t - do—no go—caught a captain, eh?—ha! ha! very good—husband - for daughter—biter bit—make it public—not for worlds—look - stupid—very!’ + ‘Pride, old fellow, pride,’ replied Jingle, quite at his ease. ‘Wouldn’t + do—no go—caught a captain, eh?—ha! ha! very good—husband + for daughter—biter bit—make it public—not for worlds—look + stupid—very!’ </p> <p> - ‘Wretch,’ said Mr. Nupkins, ‘we scorn your base insinuations.’ + ‘Wretch,’ said Mr. Nupkins, ‘we scorn your base insinuations.’ </p> <p> - ‘I always hated him,’ added Henrietta. + ‘I always hated him,’ added Henrietta. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, of course,’ said Jingle. ‘Tall young man—old lover—Sidney - Porkenham—rich—fine fellow—not so rich as captain, - though, eh?—turn him away—off with him—anything for - captain—nothing like captain anywhere—all the girls—raving - mad—eh, Job, eh?’ + ‘Oh, of course,’ said Jingle. ‘Tall young man—old lover—Sidney + Porkenham—rich—fine fellow—not so rich as captain, + though, eh?—turn him away—off with him—anything for + captain—nothing like captain anywhere—all the girls—raving + mad—eh, Job, eh?’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Jingle laughed very heartily; and Job, rubbing his hands with delight, uttered the first sound he had given vent to since he entered the - house—a low, noiseless chuckle, which seemed to intimate that he + house—a low, noiseless chuckle, which seemed to intimate that he enjoyed his laugh too much, to let any of it escape in sound. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Nupkins,’ said the elder lady,’ this is not a fit conversation for - the servants to overhear. Let these wretches be removed.’ + ‘Mr. Nupkins,’ said the elder lady,’ this is not a fit conversation for + the servants to overhear. Let these wretches be removed.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, my dear,’ Said Mr. Nupkins. ‘Muzzle!’ + ‘Certainly, my dear,’ Said Mr. Nupkins. ‘Muzzle!’ </p> <p> - ‘Your Worship.’ + ‘Your Worship.’ </p> <p> - ‘Open the front door.’ + ‘Open the front door.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, your Worship.’ + ‘Yes, your Worship.’ </p> <p> - ‘Leave the house!’ said Mr. Nupkins, waving his hand emphatically. + ‘Leave the house!’ said Mr. Nupkins, waving his hand emphatically. </p> <p> Jingle smiled, and moved towards the door. </p> <p> - ‘Stay!’ said Mr. Pickwick. Jingle stopped. + ‘Stay!’ said Mr. Pickwick. Jingle stopped. </p> <p> - ‘I might,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘have taken a much greater revenge for the + ‘I might,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘have taken a much greater revenge for the treatment I have experienced at your hands, and that of your hypocritical - friend there.’ + friend there.’ </p> <p> Job Trotter bowed with great politeness, and laid his hand upon his heart. </p> <p> - ‘I say,’ said Mr. Pickwick, growing gradually angry, ‘that I might have + ‘I say,’ said Mr. Pickwick, growing gradually angry, ‘that I might have taken a greater revenge, but I content myself with exposing you, which I consider a duty I owe to society. This is a leniency, Sir, which I hope - you will remember.’ + you will remember.’ </p> <p> When Mr. Pickwick arrived at this point, Job Trotter, with facetious @@ -20070,15 +20002,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger syllable he uttered. </p> <p> - ‘And I have only to add, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, now thoroughly angry, - ‘that I consider you a rascal, and a—a—ruffian—and—and + ‘And I have only to add, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, now thoroughly angry, + ‘that I consider you a rascal, and a—a—ruffian—and—and worse than any man I ever saw, or heard of, except that pious and - sanctified vagabond in the mulberry livery.’ + sanctified vagabond in the mulberry livery.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ha! ha!’ said Jingle, ‘good fellow, Pickwick—fine heart—stout - old boy—but must <i>not </i>be passionate—bad thing, very—bye, - bye—see you again some day—keep up your spirits—now, Job—trot!’ + ‘Ha! ha!’ said Jingle, ‘good fellow, Pickwick—fine heart—stout + old boy—but must <i>not </i>be passionate—bad thing, very—bye, + bye—see you again some day—keep up your spirits—now, Job—trot!’ </p> <p> With these words, Mr. Jingle stuck on his hat in his old fashion, and @@ -20088,31 +20020,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger footsteps of his hopeful master. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as Mr. Weller was following. + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as Mr. Weller was following. </p> <p> - ‘Sir.’ + ‘Sir.’ </p> <p> - Stay here.’ + Stay here.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller seemed uncertain. </p> <p> - ‘Stay here,’ repeated Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Stay here,’ repeated Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Mayn’t I polish that ‘ere Job off, in the front garden?’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Mayn’t I polish that ‘ere Job off, in the front garden?’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Certainly not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Mayn’t I kick him out o’ the gate, Sir?’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Mayn’t I kick him out o’ the gate, Sir?’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Not on any account,’ replied his master. + ‘Not on any account,’ replied his master. </p> <p> For the first time since his engagement, Mr. Weller looked, for a moment, @@ -20123,13 +20055,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of steps, into the American aloe tubs that stood beneath. </p> <p> - ‘Having discharged my duty, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick to Mr. Nupkins, ‘I + ‘Having discharged my duty, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick to Mr. Nupkins, ‘I will, with my friends, bid you farewell. While we thank you for such hospitality as we have received, permit me to assure you, in our joint names, that we should not have accepted it, or have consented to extricate ourselves in this way, from our previous dilemma, had we not been impelled by a strong sense of duty. We return to London to-morrow. Your secret is - safe with us.’ + safe with us.’ </p> <p> Having thus entered his protest against their treatment of the morning, @@ -20137,82 +20069,82 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger solicitations of the family, left the room with his friends. </p> <p> - ‘Get your hat, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Get your hat, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It’s below stairs, Sir,’ said Sam, and he ran down after it. + ‘It’s below stairs, Sir,’ said Sam, and he ran down after it. </p> <p> Now, there was nobody in the kitchen, but the pretty housemaid; and as - Sam’s hat was mislaid, he had to look for it, and the pretty housemaid + Sam’s hat was mislaid, he had to look for it, and the pretty housemaid lighted him. They had to look all over the place for the hat. The pretty housemaid, in her anxiety to find it, went down on her knees, and turned over all the things that were heaped together in a little corner by the - door. It was an awkward corner. You couldn’t get at it without shutting + door. It was an awkward corner. You couldn’t get at it without shutting the door first. </p> <p> - ‘Here it is,’ said the pretty housemaid. ‘This is it, ain’t it?’ + ‘Here it is,’ said the pretty housemaid. ‘This is it, ain’t it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Let me look,’ said Sam. + ‘Let me look,’ said Sam. </p> <p> The pretty housemaid had stood the candle on the floor; and, as it gave a very dim light, Sam was obliged to go down on <i>his </i>knees before he could see whether it really was his own hat or not. It was a remarkably - small corner, and so—it was nobody’s fault but the man’s who built - the house—Sam and the pretty housemaid were necessarily very close + small corner, and so—it was nobody’s fault but the man’s who built + the house—Sam and the pretty housemaid were necessarily very close together. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, this is it,’ said Sam. ‘Good-bye!’ + ‘Yes, this is it,’ said Sam. ‘Good-bye!’ </p> <p> - ‘Good-bye!’ said the pretty housemaid. + ‘Good-bye!’ said the pretty housemaid. </p> <p> - ‘Good-bye!’ said Sam; and as he said it, he dropped the hat that had cost + ‘Good-bye!’ said Sam; and as he said it, he dropped the hat that had cost so much trouble in looking for. </p> <p> - ‘How awkward you are,’ said the pretty housemaid. ‘You’ll lose it again, - if you don’t take care.’ + ‘How awkward you are,’ said the pretty housemaid. ‘You’ll lose it again, + if you don’t take care.’ </p> <p> So just to prevent his losing it again, she put it on for him. </p> <p> - Whether it was that the pretty housemaid’s face looked prettier still, - when it was raised towards Sam’s, or whether it was the accidental + Whether it was that the pretty housemaid’s face looked prettier still, + when it was raised towards Sam’s, or whether it was the accidental consequence of their being so near to each other, is matter of uncertainty to this day; but Sam kissed her. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean to say you did that on purpose,’ said the pretty + ‘You don’t mean to say you did that on purpose,’ said the pretty housemaid, blushing. </p> <p> - ‘No, I didn’t then,’ said Sam; ‘but I will now.’ + ‘No, I didn’t then,’ said Sam; ‘but I will now.’ </p> <p> So he kissed her again. </p> <p> - ‘Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, calling over the banisters. + ‘Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, calling over the banisters. </p> <p> - ‘Coming, Sir,’ replied Sam, running upstairs. + ‘Coming, Sir,’ replied Sam, running upstairs. </p> <p> - ‘How long you have been!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘How long you have been!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘There was something behind the door, Sir, which perwented our getting it - open, for ever so long, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘There was something behind the door, Sir, which perwented our getting it + open, for ever so long, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - And this was the first passage of Mr. Weller’s first love. + And this was the first passage of Mr. Weller’s first love. </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> @@ -20252,58 +20184,58 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with his carpet-bag, aroused him from his tranquil meditation. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I have just been thinking, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that having left a - good many things at Mrs. Bardell’s, in Goswell Street, I ought to arrange - for taking them away, before I leave town again.’ + ‘I have just been thinking, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that having left a + good many things at Mrs. Bardell’s, in Goswell Street, I ought to arrange + for taking them away, before I leave town again.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Wery good, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I could send them to Mr. Tupman’s, for the present, Sam,’ continued Mr. - Pickwick, ‘but before we take them away, it is necessary that they should + ‘I could send them to Mr. Tupman’s, for the present, Sam,’ continued Mr. + Pickwick, ‘but before we take them away, it is necessary that they should be looked up, and put together. I wish you would step up to Goswell - Street, Sam, and arrange about it.’ + Street, Sam, and arrange about it.’ </p> <p> - ‘At once, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘At once, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘At once,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘And stay, Sam,’ added Mr. Pickwick, - pulling out his purse, ‘there is some rent to pay. The quarter is not due - till Christmas, but you may pay it, and have done with it. A month’s + ‘At once,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘And stay, Sam,’ added Mr. Pickwick, + pulling out his purse, ‘there is some rent to pay. The quarter is not due + till Christmas, but you may pay it, and have done with it. A month’s notice terminates my tenancy. Here it is, written out. Give it, and tell - Mrs. Bardell she may put a bill up, as soon as she likes.’ + Mrs. Bardell she may put a bill up, as soon as she likes.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘anythin’ more, sir?’ + ‘Wery good, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘anythin’ more, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing more, Sam.’ + ‘Nothing more, Sam.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller stepped slowly to the door, as if he expected something more; slowly opened it, slowly stepped out, and had slowly closed it within a - couple of inches, when Mr. Pickwick called out— + couple of inches, when Mr. Pickwick called out— </p> <p> - ‘Sam.’ + ‘Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, stepping quickly back, and closing the door + ‘Yes, sir,’ said Mr. Weller, stepping quickly back, and closing the door behind him. </p> <p> - ‘I have no objection, Sam, to your endeavouring to ascertain how Mrs. + ‘I have no objection, Sam, to your endeavouring to ascertain how Mrs. Bardell herself seems disposed towards me, and whether it is really probable that this vile and groundless action is to be carried to - extremity. I say I do not object to you doing this, if you wish it, Sam,’ + extremity. I say I do not object to you doing this, if you wish it, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> @@ -20312,26 +20244,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger nap. Mr. Weller promptly walked forth, to execute his commission. </p> <p> - It was nearly nine o’clock when he reached Goswell Street. A couple of + It was nearly nine o’clock when he reached Goswell Street. A couple of candles were burning in the little front parlour, and a couple of caps were reflected on the window-blind. Mrs. Bardell had got company. </p> <p> - Mr. Weller knocked at the door, and after a pretty long interval—occupied + Mr. Weller knocked at the door, and after a pretty long interval—occupied by the party without, in whistling a tune, and by the party within, in - persuading a refractory flat candle to allow itself to be lighted—a + persuading a refractory flat candle to allow itself to be lighted—a pair of small boots pattered over the floor-cloth, and Master Bardell presented himself. </p> <p> - ‘Well, young townskip,’ said Sam, ‘how’s mother?’ + ‘Well, young townskip,’ said Sam, ‘how’s mother?’ </p> <p> - ‘She’s pretty well,’ replied Master Bardell, ‘so am I.’ + ‘She’s pretty well,’ replied Master Bardell, ‘so am I.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, that’s a mercy,’ said Sam; ‘tell her I want to speak to her, will - you, my hinfant fernomenon?’ + ‘Well, that’s a mercy,’ said Sam; ‘tell her I want to speak to her, will + you, my hinfant fernomenon?’ </p> <p> Master Bardell, thus adjured, placed the refractory flat candle on the @@ -20339,7 +20271,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> The two caps, reflected on the window-blind, were the respective - head-dresses of a couple of Mrs. Bardell’s most particular acquaintance, + head-dresses of a couple of Mrs. Bardell’s most particular acquaintance, who had just stepped in, to have a quiet cup of tea, and a little warm supper of a couple of sets of pettitoes and some toasted cheese. The cheese was simmering and browning away, most delightfully, in a little @@ -20351,14 +20283,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger intrusted to him by Mr. Samuel Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick’s servant!’ said Mrs. Bardell, turning pale. + ‘Mr. Pickwick’s servant!’ said Mrs. Bardell, turning pale. </p> <p> - ‘Bless my soul!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘Bless my soul!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I raly would not ha’ believed it, unless I had ha’ happened to ha’ - been here!’ said Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Well, I raly would not ha’ believed it, unless I had ha’ happened to ha’ + been here!’ said Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> Mrs. Cluppins was a little, brisk, busy-looking woman; Mrs. Sanders was a @@ -20368,78 +20300,78 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mrs. Bardell felt it proper to be agitated; and as none of the three exactly knew whether under existing circumstances, any communication, otherwise than through Dodson & Fogg, ought to be held with Mr. - Pickwick’s servant, they were all rather taken by surprise. In this state + Pickwick’s servant, they were all rather taken by surprise. In this state of indecision, obviously the first thing to be done, was to thump the boy for finding Mr. Weller at the door. So his mother thumped him, and he cried melodiously. </p> <p> - ‘Hold your noise—do—you naughty creetur!’ said Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Hold your noise—do—you naughty creetur!’ said Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘Yes; don’t worrit your poor mother,’ said Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Yes; don’t worrit your poor mother,’ said Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘She’s quite enough to worrit her, as it is, without you, Tommy,’ said + ‘She’s quite enough to worrit her, as it is, without you, Tommy,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, with sympathising resignation. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! worse luck, poor lamb!’ said Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Ah! worse luck, poor lamb!’ said Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> At all which moral reflections, Master Bardell howled the louder. </p> <p> - ‘Now, what shall I do?’ said Mrs. Bardell to Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘Now, what shall I do?’ said Mrs. Bardell to Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘I think you ought to see him,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins. ‘But on no account - without a witness.’ + ‘I think you ought to see him,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins. ‘But on no account + without a witness.’ </p> <p> - ‘I think two witnesses would be more lawful,’ said Mrs. Sanders, who, like + ‘I think two witnesses would be more lawful,’ said Mrs. Sanders, who, like the other friend, was bursting with curiosity. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps he’d better come in here,’ said Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Perhaps he’d better come in here,’ said Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘To be sure,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins, eagerly catching at the idea; ‘walk - in, young man; and shut the street door first, please.’ + ‘To be sure,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins, eagerly catching at the idea; ‘walk + in, young man; and shut the street door first, please.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller immediately took the hint; and presenting himself in the - parlour, explained his business to Mrs. Bardell thus— + parlour, explained his business to Mrs. Bardell thus— </p> <p> - ‘Wery sorry to ‘casion any personal inconwenience, ma’am, as the + ‘Wery sorry to ‘casion any personal inconwenience, ma’am, as the housebreaker said to the old lady when he put her on the fire; but as me - and my governor ‘s only jest come to town, and is jest going away agin, it - can’t be helped, you see.’ + and my governor ‘s only jest come to town, and is jest going away agin, it + can’t be helped, you see.’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course, the young man can’t help the faults of his master,’ said Mrs. - Cluppins, much struck by Mr. Weller’s appearance and conversation. + ‘Of course, the young man can’t help the faults of his master,’ said Mrs. + Cluppins, much struck by Mr. Weller’s appearance and conversation. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ chimed in Mrs. Sanders, who, from certain wistful glances + ‘Certainly not,’ chimed in Mrs. Sanders, who, from certain wistful glances at the little tin saucepan, seemed to be engaged in a mental calculation - of the probable extent of the pettitoes, in the event of Sam’s being asked + of the probable extent of the pettitoes, in the event of Sam’s being asked to stop to supper. </p> <p> - ‘So all I’ve come about, is jest this here,’ said Sam, disregarding the - interruption; ‘first, to give my governor’s notice—there it is. - Secondly, to pay the rent—here it is. Thirdly, to say as all his - things is to be put together, and give to anybody as we sends for ‘em. - Fourthly, that you may let the place as soon as you like—and that’s - all.’ + ‘So all I’ve come about, is jest this here,’ said Sam, disregarding the + interruption; ‘first, to give my governor’s notice—there it is. + Secondly, to pay the rent—here it is. Thirdly, to say as all his + things is to be put together, and give to anybody as we sends for ‘em. + Fourthly, that you may let the place as soon as you like—and that’s + all.’ </p> <p> - ‘Whatever has happened,’ said Mrs. Bardell, ‘I always have said, and + ‘Whatever has happened,’ said Mrs. Bardell, ‘I always have said, and always will say, that in every respect but one, Mr. Pickwick has always behaved himself like a perfect gentleman. His money always as good as the - bank—always.’ + bank—always.’ </p> <p> As Mrs. Bardell said this, she applied her handkerchief to her eyes, and @@ -20451,75 +20383,75 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the wall, and the ceiling, in profound silence. </p> <p> - ‘Poor dear!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘Poor dear!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, poor thing!’ replied Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Ah, poor thing!’ replied Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> Sam said nothing. He saw they were coming to the subject. </p> <p> - ‘I raly cannot contain myself,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, ‘when I think of such - perjury. I don’t wish to say anything to make you uncomfortable, young - man, but your master’s an old brute, and I wish I had him here to tell him - so.’ + ‘I raly cannot contain myself,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, ‘when I think of such + perjury. I don’t wish to say anything to make you uncomfortable, young + man, but your master’s an old brute, and I wish I had him here to tell him + so.’ </p> <p> - I wish you had,’ said Sam. + I wish you had,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘To see how dreadful she takes on, going moping about, and taking no + ‘To see how dreadful she takes on, going moping about, and taking no pleasure in nothing, except when her friends comes in, out of charity, to - sit with her, and make her comfortable,’ resumed Mrs. Cluppins, glancing - at the tin saucepan and the Dutch oven, ‘it’s shocking!’ + sit with her, and make her comfortable,’ resumed Mrs. Cluppins, glancing + at the tin saucepan and the Dutch oven, ‘it’s shocking!’ </p> <p> - ‘Barbareous,’ said Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Barbareous,’ said Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘And your master, young man! A gentleman with money, as could never feel - the expense of a wife, no more than nothing,’ continued Mrs. Cluppins, - with great volubility; ‘why there ain’t the faintest shade of an excuse - for his behaviour! Why don’t he marry her?’ + ‘And your master, young man! A gentleman with money, as could never feel + the expense of a wife, no more than nothing,’ continued Mrs. Cluppins, + with great volubility; ‘why there ain’t the faintest shade of an excuse + for his behaviour! Why don’t he marry her?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘to be sure; that’s the question.’ + ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘to be sure; that’s the question.’ </p> <p> - ‘Question, indeed,’ retorted Mrs. Cluppins, ‘she’d question him, if she’d - my spirit. Hows’ever, there is law for us women, mis’rable creeturs as - they’d make us, if they could; and that your master will find out, young - man, to his cost, afore he’s six months older.’ + ‘Question, indeed,’ retorted Mrs. Cluppins, ‘she’d question him, if she’d + my spirit. Hows’ever, there is law for us women, mis’rable creeturs as + they’d make us, if they could; and that your master will find out, young + man, to his cost, afore he’s six months older.’ </p> <p> At this consolatory reflection, Mrs. Cluppins bridled up, and smiled at Mrs. Sanders, who smiled back again. </p> <p> - ‘The action’s going on, and no mistake,’ thought Sam, as Mrs. Bardell + ‘The action’s going on, and no mistake,’ thought Sam, as Mrs. Bardell re-entered with the receipt. </p> <p> - ‘Here’s the receipt, Mr. Weller,’ said Mrs. Bardell, ‘and here’s the - change, and I hope you’ll take a little drop of something to keep the cold - out, if it’s only for old acquaintance’ sake, Mr. Weller.’ + ‘Here’s the receipt, Mr. Weller,’ said Mrs. Bardell, ‘and here’s the + change, and I hope you’ll take a little drop of something to keep the cold + out, if it’s only for old acquaintance’ sake, Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> Sam saw the advantage he should gain, and at once acquiesced; whereupon Mrs. Bardell produced, from a small closet, a black bottle and a wine-glass; and so great was her abstraction, in her deep mental - affliction, that, after filling Mr. Weller’s glass, she brought out three + affliction, that, after filling Mr. Weller’s glass, she brought out three more wine-glasses, and filled them too. </p> <p> - ‘Lauk, Mrs. Bardell,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, ‘see what you’ve been and done!’ + ‘Lauk, Mrs. Bardell,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, ‘see what you’ve been and done!’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, that is a good one!’ ejaculated Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Well, that is a good one!’ ejaculated Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, my poor head!’ said Mrs. Bardell, with a faint smile. + ‘Ah, my poor head!’ said Mrs. Bardell, with a faint smile. </p> <p> Sam understood all this, of course, so he said at once, that he never @@ -20527,92 +20459,92 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger laughter ensued, and Mrs. Sanders volunteered to humour him, so she took a slight sip out of her glass. Then Sam said it must go all round, so they all took a slight sip. Then little Mrs. Cluppins proposed as a toast, - ‘Success to Bardell agin Pickwick’; and then the ladies emptied their + ‘Success to Bardell agin Pickwick’; and then the ladies emptied their glasses in honour of the sentiment, and got very talkative directly. </p> <p> - ‘I suppose you’ve heard what’s going forward, Mr. Weller?’ said Mrs. + ‘I suppose you’ve heard what’s going forward, Mr. Weller?’ said Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘I’ve heerd somethin’ on it,’ replied Sam. + ‘I’ve heerd somethin’ on it,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘It’s a terrible thing to be dragged before the public, in that way, Mr. - Weller,’ said Mrs. Bardell; ‘but I see now, that it’s the only thing I + ‘It’s a terrible thing to be dragged before the public, in that way, Mr. + Weller,’ said Mrs. Bardell; ‘but I see now, that it’s the only thing I ought to do, and my lawyers, Mr. Dodson and Fogg, tell me that, with the - evidence as we shall call, we must succeed. I don’t know what I should do, - Mr. Weller, if I didn’t.’ + evidence as we shall call, we must succeed. I don’t know what I should do, + Mr. Weller, if I didn’t.’ </p> <p> - The mere idea of Mrs. Bardell’s failing in her action, affected Mrs. + The mere idea of Mrs. Bardell’s failing in her action, affected Mrs. Sanders so deeply, that she was under the necessity of refilling and re-emptying her glass immediately; feeling, as she said afterwards, that - if she hadn’t had the presence of mind to do so, she must have dropped. + if she hadn’t had the presence of mind to do so, she must have dropped. </p> <p> - ‘Ven is it expected to come on?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Ven is it expected to come on?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Either in February or March,’ replied Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Either in February or March,’ replied Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘What a number of witnesses there’ll be, won’t there?’ said Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘What a number of witnesses there’ll be, won’t there?’ said Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! won’t there!’ replied Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Ah! won’t there!’ replied Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘And won’t Mr. Dodson and Fogg be wild if the plaintiff shouldn’t get it?’ - added Mrs. Cluppins, ‘when they do it all on speculation!’ + ‘And won’t Mr. Dodson and Fogg be wild if the plaintiff shouldn’t get it?’ + added Mrs. Cluppins, ‘when they do it all on speculation!’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah! won’t they!’ said Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Ah! won’t they!’ said Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘But the plaintiff must get it,’ resumed Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘But the plaintiff must get it,’ resumed Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘I hope so,’ said Mrs. Bardell. + ‘I hope so,’ said Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, there can’t be any doubt about it,’ rejoined Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Oh, there can’t be any doubt about it,’ rejoined Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Sam, rising and setting down his glass, ‘all I can say is, - that I vish you <i>may </i>get it.’ + ‘Vell,’ said Sam, rising and setting down his glass, ‘all I can say is, + that I vish you <i>may </i>get it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, Mr. Weller,’ said Mrs. Bardell fervently. + ‘Thank’ee, Mr. Weller,’ said Mrs. Bardell fervently. </p> <p> - ‘And of them Dodson and Foggs, as does these sort o’ things on spec,’ - continued Mr. Weller, ‘as vell as for the other kind and gen’rous people - o’ the same purfession, as sets people by the ears, free gratis for - nothin’, and sets their clerks to work to find out little disputes among - their neighbours and acquaintances as vants settlin’ by means of lawsuits—all - I can say o’ them is, that I vish they had the reward I’d give ‘em.’ + ‘And of them Dodson and Foggs, as does these sort o’ things on spec,’ + continued Mr. Weller, ‘as vell as for the other kind and gen’rous people + o’ the same purfession, as sets people by the ears, free gratis for + nothin’, and sets their clerks to work to find out little disputes among + their neighbours and acquaintances as vants settlin’ by means of lawsuits—all + I can say o’ them is, that I vish they had the reward I’d give ‘em.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, I wish they had the reward that every kind and generous heart would - be inclined to bestow upon them!’ said the gratified Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Ah, I wish they had the reward that every kind and generous heart would + be inclined to bestow upon them!’ said the gratified Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘Amen to that,’ replied Sam, ‘and a fat and happy liven’ they’d get out of - it! Wish you good-night, ladies.’ + ‘Amen to that,’ replied Sam, ‘and a fat and happy liven’ they’d get out of + it! Wish you good-night, ladies.’ </p> <p> To the great relief of Mrs. Sanders, Sam was allowed to depart without any reference, on the part of the hostess, to the pettitoes and toasted cheese; to which the ladies, with such juvenile assistance as Master - Bardell could afford, soon afterwards rendered the amplest justice—indeed + Bardell could afford, soon afterwards rendered the amplest justice—indeed they wholly vanished before their strenuous exertions. </p> <p> Mr. Weller wended his way back to the George and Vulture, and faithfully recounted to his master, such indications of the sharp practice of Dodson - & Fogg, as he had contrived to pick up in his visit to Mrs. Bardell’s. - An interview with Mr. Perker, next day, more than confirmed Mr. Weller’s + & Fogg, as he had contrived to pick up in his visit to Mrs. Bardell’s. + An interview with Mr. Perker, next day, more than confirmed Mr. Weller’s statement; and Mr. Pickwick was fain to prepare for his Christmas visit to Dingley Dell, with the pleasant anticipation that some two or three months afterwards, an action brought against him for damages sustained by reason @@ -20643,55 +20575,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger so strongly that he ought to go down and see his father, and pay his duty to his mother-in-law, that he was lost in astonishment at his own remissness in never thinking of this moral obligation before. Anxious to - atone for his past neglect without another hour’s delay, he straightway + atone for his past neglect without another hour’s delay, he straightway walked upstairs to Mr. Pickwick, and requested leave of absence for this laudable purpose. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, Sam, certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick, his eyes glistening with + ‘Certainly, Sam, certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick, his eyes glistening with delight at this manifestation of filial feeling on the part of his - attendant; ‘certainly, Sam.’ + attendant; ‘certainly, Sam.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller made a grateful bow. </p> <p> - ‘I am very glad to see that you have so high a sense of your duties as a - son, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I am very glad to see that you have so high a sense of your duties as a + son, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I always had, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘I always had, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘That’s a very gratifying reflection, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick approvingly. + ‘That’s a very gratifying reflection, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick approvingly. </p> <p> - ‘Wery, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘if ever I wanted anythin’ o’ my father, - I always asked for it in a wery ‘spectful and obligin’ manner. If he - didn’t give it me, I took it, for fear I should be led to do anythin’ - wrong, through not havin’ it. I saved him a world o’ trouble this vay, - Sir.’ + ‘Wery, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘if ever I wanted anythin’ o’ my father, + I always asked for it in a wery ‘spectful and obligin’ manner. If he + didn’t give it me, I took it, for fear I should be led to do anythin’ + wrong, through not havin’ it. I saved him a world o’ trouble this vay, + Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s not precisely what I meant, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, shaking his + ‘That’s not precisely what I meant, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, shaking his head, with a slight smile. </p> <p> - ‘All good feelin’, sir—the wery best intentions, as the gen’l’m’n - said ven he run away from his wife ‘cos she seemed unhappy with him,’ + ‘All good feelin’, sir—the wery best intentions, as the gen’l’m’n + said ven he run away from his wife ‘cos she seemed unhappy with him,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘You may go, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You may go, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; and having made his best bow, and put + ‘Thank’ee, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; and having made his best bow, and put on his best clothes, Sam planted himself on the top of the Arundel coach, and journeyed on to Dorking. </p> <p> - The Marquis of Granby, in Mrs. Weller’s time, was quite a model of a - roadside public-house of the better class—just large enough to be + The Marquis of Granby, in Mrs. Weller’s time, was quite a model of a + roadside public-house of the better class—just large enough to be convenient, and small enough to be snug. On the opposite side of the road was a large sign-board on a high post, representing the head and shoulders of a gentleman with an apoplectic countenance, in a red coat with deep @@ -20711,8 +20643,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger observed. </p> <p> - ‘Now, then!’ said a shrill female voice the instant Sam thrust his head in - at the door, ‘what do you want, young man?’ + ‘Now, then!’ said a shrill female voice the instant Sam thrust his head in + at the door, ‘what do you want, young man?’ </p> <p> Sam looked round in the direction whence the voice proceeded. It came from @@ -20721,11 +20653,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger She was not alone; for on the other side of the fireplace, sitting bolt upright in a high-backed chair, was a man in threadbare black clothes, with a back almost as long and stiff as that of the chair itself, who - caught Sam’s most particular and especial attention at once. + caught Sam’s most particular and especial attention at once. </p> <p> He was a prim-faced, red-nosed man, with a long, thin countenance, and a - semi-rattlesnake sort of eye—rather sharp, but decidedly bad. He + semi-rattlesnake sort of eye—rather sharp, but decidedly bad. He wore very short trousers, and black cotton stockings, which, like the rest of his apparel, were particularly rusty. His looks were starched, but his white neckerchief was not, and its long limp ends straggled over his @@ -20761,20 +20693,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger that he became conscious of the impropriety of his behaviour. </p> <p> - ‘Governor in?’ inquired Sam, in reply to the question. + ‘Governor in?’ inquired Sam, in reply to the question. </p> <p> - ‘No, he isn’t,’ replied Mrs. Weller; for the rather stout lady was no + ‘No, he isn’t,’ replied Mrs. Weller; for the rather stout lady was no other than the quondam relict and sole executrix of the dead-and-gone Mr. - Clarke; ‘no, he isn’t, and I don’t expect him, either.’ + Clarke; ‘no, he isn’t, and I don’t expect him, either.’ </p> <p> - ‘I suppose he’s drivin’ up to-day?’ said Sam. + ‘I suppose he’s drivin’ up to-day?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘He may be, or he may not,’ replied Mrs. Weller, buttering the round of - toast which the red-nosed man had just finished. ‘I don’t know, and, - what’s more, I don’t care.—Ask a blessin’, Mr. Stiggins.’ + ‘He may be, or he may not,’ replied Mrs. Weller, buttering the round of + toast which the red-nosed man had just finished. ‘I don’t know, and, + what’s more, I don’t care.—Ask a blessin’, Mr. Stiggins.’ </p> <p> The red-nosed man did as he was desired, and instantly commenced on the @@ -20790,16 +20722,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the half-door of the bar, coolly unbolting it, and leisurely walking in. </p> <p> - ‘Mother-in-law,’ said Sam, ‘how are you?’ + ‘Mother-in-law,’ said Sam, ‘how are you?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, I do believe he is a Weller!’ said Mrs. W., raising her eyes to - Sam’s face, with no very gratified expression of countenance. + ‘Why, I do believe he is a Weller!’ said Mrs. W., raising her eyes to + Sam’s face, with no very gratified expression of countenance. </p> <p> - ‘I rayther think he is,’ said the imperturbable Sam; ‘and I hope this here - reverend gen’l’m’n ‘ll excuse me saying that I wish I was <i>the </i>Weller - as owns you, mother-in-law.’ + ‘I rayther think he is,’ said the imperturbable Sam; ‘and I hope this here + reverend gen’l’m’n ‘ll excuse me saying that I wish I was <i>the </i>Weller + as owns you, mother-in-law.’ </p> <p> This was a double-barrelled compliment. It implied that Mrs. Weller was a @@ -20808,34 +20740,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger advantage by kissing his mother-in-law. </p> <p> - ‘Get along with you!’ said Mrs. Weller, pushing him away. + ‘Get along with you!’ said Mrs. Weller, pushing him away. </p> <p> - ‘For shame, young man!’ said the gentleman with the red nose. + ‘For shame, young man!’ said the gentleman with the red nose. </p> <p> - ‘No offence, sir, no offence,’ replied Sam; ‘you’re wery right, though; it - ain’t the right sort o’ thing, ven mothers-in-law is young and - good-looking, is it, Sir?’ + ‘No offence, sir, no offence,’ replied Sam; ‘you’re wery right, though; it + ain’t the right sort o’ thing, ven mothers-in-law is young and + good-looking, is it, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s all vanity,’ said Mr. Stiggins. + ‘It’s all vanity,’ said Mr. Stiggins. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, so it is,’ said Mrs. Weller, setting her cap to rights. + ‘Ah, so it is,’ said Mrs. Weller, setting her cap to rights. </p> <p> Sam thought it was, too, but he held his peace. </p> <p> - The deputy-shepherd seemed by no means best pleased with Sam’s arrival; + The deputy-shepherd seemed by no means best pleased with Sam’s arrival; and when the first effervescence of the compliment had subsided, even Mrs. Weller looked as if she could have spared him without the smallest - inconvenience. However, there he was; and as he couldn’t be decently + inconvenience. However, there he was; and as he couldn’t be decently turned out, they all three sat down to tea. </p> <p> - ‘And how’s father?’ said Sam. + ‘And how’s father?’ said Sam. </p> <p> At this inquiry, Mrs. Weller raised her hands, and turned up her eyes, as @@ -20845,77 +20777,77 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Stiggins groaned. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter with that ‘ere gen’l’m’n?’ inquired Sam. + ‘What’s the matter with that ‘ere gen’l’m’n?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘He’s shocked at the way your father goes on in,’ replied Mrs. Weller. + ‘He’s shocked at the way your father goes on in,’ replied Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, he is, is he?’ said Sam. + ‘Oh, he is, is he?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘And with too good reason,’ added Mrs. Weller gravely. + ‘And with too good reason,’ added Mrs. Weller gravely. </p> <p> Mr. Stiggins took up a fresh piece of toast, and groaned heavily. </p> <p> - ‘He is a dreadful reprobate,’ said Mrs. Weller. + ‘He is a dreadful reprobate,’ said Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘A man of wrath!’ exclaimed Mr. Stiggins. He took a large semi-circular + ‘A man of wrath!’ exclaimed Mr. Stiggins. He took a large semi-circular bite out of the toast, and groaned again. </p> <p> Sam felt very strongly disposed to give the reverend Mr. Stiggins something to groan for, but he repressed his inclination, and merely - asked, ‘What’s the old ‘un up to now?’ + asked, ‘What’s the old ‘un up to now?’ </p> <p> - ‘Up to, indeed!’ said Mrs. Weller, ‘Oh, he has a hard heart. Night after - night does this excellent man—don’t frown, Mr. Stiggins; I <i>will - </i>say you <i>are </i>an excellent man—come and sit here, for hours - together, and it has not the least effect upon him.’ + ‘Up to, indeed!’ said Mrs. Weller, ‘Oh, he has a hard heart. Night after + night does this excellent man—don’t frown, Mr. Stiggins; I <i>will + </i>say you <i>are </i>an excellent man—come and sit here, for hours + together, and it has not the least effect upon him.’ </p> <p> - Well, that is odd,’ said Sam; ‘it ‘ud have a wery considerable effect upon - me, if I wos in his place; I know that.’ + Well, that is odd,’ said Sam; ‘it ‘ud have a wery considerable effect upon + me, if I wos in his place; I know that.’ </p> <p> - ‘The fact is, my young friend,’ said Mr. Stiggins solemnly, ‘he has an + ‘The fact is, my young friend,’ said Mr. Stiggins solemnly, ‘he has an obderrate bosom. Oh, my young friend, who else could have resisted the pleading of sixteen of our fairest sisters, and withstood their exhortations to subscribe to our noble society for providing the infant negroes in the West Indies with flannel waistcoats and moral - pocket-handkerchiefs?’ + pocket-handkerchiefs?’ </p> <p> - ‘What’s a moral pocket-ankercher?’ said Sam; ‘I never see one o’ them - articles o’ furniter.’ + ‘What’s a moral pocket-ankercher?’ said Sam; ‘I never see one o’ them + articles o’ furniter.’ </p> <p> - ‘Those which combine amusement With instruction, my young friend,’ replied - Mr. Stiggins, ‘blending select tales with wood-cuts.’ + ‘Those which combine amusement With instruction, my young friend,’ replied + Mr. Stiggins, ‘blending select tales with wood-cuts.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I know,’ said Sam; ‘them as hangs up in the linen-drapers’ shops, - with beggars’ petitions and all that ‘ere upon ‘em?’ + ‘Oh, I know,’ said Sam; ‘them as hangs up in the linen-drapers’ shops, + with beggars’ petitions and all that ‘ere upon ‘em?’ </p> <p> Mr. Stiggins began a third round of toast, and nodded assent. </p> <p> - ‘And he wouldn’t be persuaded by the ladies, wouldn’t he?’ said Sam. + ‘And he wouldn’t be persuaded by the ladies, wouldn’t he?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Sat and smoked his pipe, and said the infant negroes were—what did - he say the infant negroes were?’ said Mrs. Weller. + ‘Sat and smoked his pipe, and said the infant negroes were—what did + he say the infant negroes were?’ said Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Little humbugs,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, deeply affected. + ‘Little humbugs,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, deeply affected. </p> <p> - ‘Said the infant negroes were little humbugs,’ repeated Mrs. Weller. And + ‘Said the infant negroes were little humbugs,’ repeated Mrs. Weller. And they both groaned at the atrocious conduct of the elder Mr. Weller. </p> <p> @@ -20931,23 +20863,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger deposited him in the bar; and his eyes showed him his son. </p> <p> - ‘What, Sammy!’ exclaimed the father. + ‘What, Sammy!’ exclaimed the father. </p> <p> - ‘What, old Nobs!’ ejaculated the son. And they shook hands heartily. + ‘What, old Nobs!’ ejaculated the son. And they shook hands heartily. </p> <p> - ‘Wery glad to see you, Sammy,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, ‘though how - you’ve managed to get over your mother-in-law, is a mystery to me. I only - vish you’d write me out the receipt, that’s all.’ + ‘Wery glad to see you, Sammy,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, ‘though how + you’ve managed to get over your mother-in-law, is a mystery to me. I only + vish you’d write me out the receipt, that’s all.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush!’ said Sam, ‘she’s at home, old feller.’ + ‘Hush!’ said Sam, ‘she’s at home, old feller.’ </p> <p> - She ain’t vithin hearin’,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘she always goes and blows - up, downstairs, for a couple of hours arter tea; so we’ll just give - ourselves a damp, Sammy.’ + She ain’t vithin hearin’,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘she always goes and blows + up, downstairs, for a couple of hours arter tea; so we’ll just give + ourselves a damp, Sammy.’ </p> <p> Saying this, Mr. Weller mixed two glasses of spirits-and-water, and @@ -20957,112 +20889,112 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger themselves with all due gravity. </p> <p> - ‘Anybody been here, Sammy?’ asked Mr. Weller, senior, dryly, after a long + ‘Anybody been here, Sammy?’ asked Mr. Weller, senior, dryly, after a long silence. </p> <p> Sam nodded an expressive assent. </p> <p> - ‘Red-nosed chap?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘Red-nosed chap?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> Sam nodded again. </p> <p> - ‘Amiable man that ‘ere, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, smoking violently. + ‘Amiable man that ‘ere, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, smoking violently. </p> <p> - ‘Seems so,’ observed Sam. + ‘Seems so,’ observed Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Good hand at accounts,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Is he?’ said Sam. + ‘Good hand at accounts,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Is he?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Borrows eighteenpence on Monday, and comes on Tuesday for a shillin’ to + ‘Borrows eighteenpence on Monday, and comes on Tuesday for a shillin’ to make it up half-a-crown; calls again on Vensday for another half-crown to - make it five shillin’s; and goes on, doubling, till he gets it up to a - five pund note in no time, like them sums in the ‘rithmetic book ‘bout the - nails in the horse’s shoes, Sammy.’ + make it five shillin’s; and goes on, doubling, till he gets it up to a + five pund note in no time, like them sums in the ‘rithmetic book ‘bout the + nails in the horse’s shoes, Sammy.’ </p> <p> Sam intimated by a nod that he recollected the problem alluded to by his parent. </p> <p> - ‘So you vouldn’t subscribe to the flannel veskits?’ said Sam, after + ‘So you vouldn’t subscribe to the flannel veskits?’ said Sam, after another interval of smoking. </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly not,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘what’s the good o’ flannel veskits to - the young niggers abroad? But I’ll tell you what it is, Sammy,’ said Mr. - Weller, lowering his voice, and bending across the fireplace; ‘I’d come - down wery handsome towards strait veskits for some people at home.’ + ‘Cert’nly not,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘what’s the good o’ flannel veskits to + the young niggers abroad? But I’ll tell you what it is, Sammy,’ said Mr. + Weller, lowering his voice, and bending across the fireplace; ‘I’d come + down wery handsome towards strait veskits for some people at home.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Weller said this, he slowly recovered his former position, and winked at his first-born, in a profound manner. </p> <p> - ‘It cert’nly seems a queer start to send out pocket-’ankerchers to people - as don’t know the use on ‘em,’ observed Sam. + ‘It cert’nly seems a queer start to send out pocket-’ankerchers to people + as don’t know the use on ‘em,’ observed Sam. </p> <p> - ‘They’re alvays a-doin’ some gammon of that sort, Sammy,’ replied his - father. ‘T’other Sunday I wos walkin’ up the road, wen who should I see, - a-standin’ at a chapel door, with a blue soup-plate in her hand, but your - mother-in-law! I werily believe there was change for a couple o’ suv’rins - in it, then, Sammy, all in ha’pence; and as the people come out, they - rattled the pennies in it, till you’d ha’ thought that no mortal plate as - ever was baked, could ha’ stood the wear and tear. What d’ye think it was - all for?’ + ‘They’re alvays a-doin’ some gammon of that sort, Sammy,’ replied his + father. ‘T’other Sunday I wos walkin’ up the road, wen who should I see, + a-standin’ at a chapel door, with a blue soup-plate in her hand, but your + mother-in-law! I werily believe there was change for a couple o’ suv’rins + in it, then, Sammy, all in ha’pence; and as the people come out, they + rattled the pennies in it, till you’d ha’ thought that no mortal plate as + ever was baked, could ha’ stood the wear and tear. What d’ye think it was + all for?’ </p> <p> - ‘For another tea-drinkin’, perhaps,’ said Sam. + ‘For another tea-drinkin’, perhaps,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Not a bit on it,’ replied the father; ‘for the shepherd’s water-rate, - Sammy.’ + ‘Not a bit on it,’ replied the father; ‘for the shepherd’s water-rate, + Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘The shepherd’s water-rate!’ said Sam. + ‘The shepherd’s water-rate!’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Ay,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘there was three quarters owin’, and the - shepherd hadn’t paid a farden, not he—perhaps it might be on account - that the water warn’t o’ much use to him, for it’s wery little o’ that tap + ‘Ay,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘there was three quarters owin’, and the + shepherd hadn’t paid a farden, not he—perhaps it might be on account + that the water warn’t o’ much use to him, for it’s wery little o’ that tap he drinks, Sammy, wery; he knows a trick worth a good half-dozen of that, - he does. Hows’ever, it warn’t paid, and so they cuts the water off. Down - goes the shepherd to chapel, gives out as he’s a persecuted saint, and - says he hopes the heart of the turncock as cut the water off, ‘ll be - softened, and turned in the right vay, but he rayther thinks he’s booked - for somethin’ uncomfortable. Upon this, the women calls a meetin’, sings a + he does. Hows’ever, it warn’t paid, and so they cuts the water off. Down + goes the shepherd to chapel, gives out as he’s a persecuted saint, and + says he hopes the heart of the turncock as cut the water off, ‘ll be + softened, and turned in the right vay, but he rayther thinks he’s booked + for somethin’ uncomfortable. Upon this, the women calls a meetin’, sings a hymn, wotes your mother-in-law into the chair, wolunteers a collection - next Sunday, and hands it all over to the shepherd. And if he ain’t got - enough out on ‘em, Sammy, to make him free of the water company for life,’ - said Mr. Weller, in conclusion, ‘I’m one Dutchman, and you’re another, and - that’s all about it.’ + next Sunday, and hands it all over to the shepherd. And if he ain’t got + enough out on ‘em, Sammy, to make him free of the water company for life,’ + said Mr. Weller, in conclusion, ‘I’m one Dutchman, and you’re another, and + that’s all about it.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Weller smoked for some minutes in silence, and then resumed— + Mr. Weller smoked for some minutes in silence, and then resumed— </p> <p> - ‘The worst o’ these here shepherds is, my boy, that they reg’larly turns + ‘The worst o’ these here shepherds is, my boy, that they reg’larly turns the heads of all the young ladies, about here. Lord bless their little - hearts, they thinks it’s all right, and don’t know no better; but they’re - the wictims o’ gammon, Samivel, they’re the wictims o’ gammon.’ + hearts, they thinks it’s all right, and don’t know no better; but they’re + the wictims o’ gammon, Samivel, they’re the wictims o’ gammon.’ </p> <p> - ‘I s’pose they are,’ said Sam. + ‘I s’pose they are,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Nothin’ else,’ said Mr. Weller, shaking his head gravely; ‘and wot - aggrawates me, Samivel, is to see ‘em a-wastin’ all their time and labour - in making clothes for copper-coloured people as don’t want ‘em, and taking - no notice of flesh-coloured Christians as do. If I’d my vay, Samivel, I’d - just stick some o’ these here lazy shepherds behind a heavy wheelbarrow, - and run ‘em up and down a fourteen-inch-wide plank all day. That ‘ud shake - the nonsense out of ‘em, if anythin’ vould.’ + ‘Nothin’ else,’ said Mr. Weller, shaking his head gravely; ‘and wot + aggrawates me, Samivel, is to see ‘em a-wastin’ all their time and labour + in making clothes for copper-coloured people as don’t want ‘em, and taking + no notice of flesh-coloured Christians as do. If I’d my vay, Samivel, I’d + just stick some o’ these here lazy shepherds behind a heavy wheelbarrow, + and run ‘em up and down a fourteen-inch-wide plank all day. That ‘ud shake + the nonsense out of ‘em, if anythin’ vould.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller, having delivered this gentle recipe with strong emphasis, eked @@ -21074,33 +21006,33 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger passage. </p> <p> - ‘Here’s your dear relation, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller; and Mrs. W. hurried + ‘Here’s your dear relation, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller; and Mrs. W. hurried into the room. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you’ve come back, have you!’ said Mrs. Weller. + ‘Oh, you’ve come back, have you!’ said Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, my dear,’ replied Mr. Weller, filling a fresh pipe. + ‘Yes, my dear,’ replied Mr. Weller, filling a fresh pipe. </p> <p> - ‘Has Mr. Stiggins been back?’ said Mrs. Weller. + ‘Has Mr. Stiggins been back?’ said Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘No, my dear, he hasn’t,’ replied Mr. Weller, lighting the pipe by the + ‘No, my dear, he hasn’t,’ replied Mr. Weller, lighting the pipe by the ingenious process of holding to the bowl thereof, between the tongs, a - red-hot coal from the adjacent fire; and what’s more, my dear, I shall - manage to surwive it, if he don’t come back at all.’ + red-hot coal from the adjacent fire; and what’s more, my dear, I shall + manage to surwive it, if he don’t come back at all.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ugh, you wretch!’ said Mrs. Weller. + ‘Ugh, you wretch!’ said Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, my love,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Thank’ee, my love,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Come, come, father,’ said Sam, ‘none o’ these little lovin’s afore - strangers. Here’s the reverend gen’l’m’n a-comin’ in now.’ + ‘Come, come, father,’ said Sam, ‘none o’ these little lovin’s afore + strangers. Here’s the reverend gen’l’m’n a-comin’ in now.’ </p> <p> At this announcement, Mrs. Weller hastily wiped off the tears which she @@ -21113,7 +21045,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger himself with a slight supper, previous to beginning again. He sat on the same side as Mr. Weller, senior; and every time he could contrive to do so, unseen by his wife, that gentleman indicated to his son the hidden - emotions of his bosom, by shaking his fist over the deputy-shepherd’s + emotions of his bosom, by shaking his fist over the deputy-shepherd’s head; a process which afforded his son the most unmingled delight and satisfaction, the more especially as Mr. Stiggins went on, quietly drinking the hot pine-apple rum-and-water, wholly unconscious of what was @@ -21123,7 +21055,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The major part of the conversation was confined to Mrs. Weller and the reverend Mr. Stiggins; and the topics principally descanted on, were the virtues of the shepherd, the worthiness of his flock, and the high crimes - and misdemeanours of everybody beside—dissertations which the elder + and misdemeanours of everybody beside—dissertations which the elder Mr. Weller occasionally interrupted by half-suppressed references to a gentleman of the name of Walker, and other running commentaries of the same kind. @@ -21143,52 +21075,52 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger when his father stood before him. </p> <p> - ‘Goin’, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘Goin’, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Off at once,’ replied Sam. + ‘Off at once,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I vish you could muffle that ‘ere Stiggins, and take him vith you,’ said + ‘I vish you could muffle that ‘ere Stiggins, and take him vith you,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I am ashamed on you!’ said Sam reproachfully; ‘what do you let him show - his red nose in the Markis o’ Granby at all, for?’ + ‘I am ashamed on you!’ said Sam reproachfully; ‘what do you let him show + his red nose in the Markis o’ Granby at all, for?’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller the elder fixed on his son an earnest look, and replied, - ‘’Cause I’m a married man, Samivel, ‘cause I’m a married man. Ven you’re a - married man, Samivel, you’ll understand a good many things as you don’t - understand now; but vether it’s worth while goin’ through so much, to + ‘’Cause I’m a married man, Samivel, ‘cause I’m a married man. Ven you’re a + married man, Samivel, you’ll understand a good many things as you don’t + understand now; but vether it’s worth while goin’ through so much, to learn so little, as the charity-boy said ven he got to the end of the - alphabet, is a matter o’ taste. I rayther think it isn’t.’ + alphabet, is a matter o’ taste. I rayther think it isn’t.’ </p> <p> - Well,’ said Sam, ‘good-bye.’ + Well,’ said Sam, ‘good-bye.’ </p> <p> - ‘Tar, tar, Sammy,’ replied his father. + ‘Tar, tar, Sammy,’ replied his father. </p> <p> - ‘I’ve only got to say this here,’ said Sam, stopping short, ‘that if I was - the properiator o’ the Markis o’ Granby, and that ‘ere Stiggins came and - made toast in my bar, I’d—’ + ‘I’ve only got to say this here,’ said Sam, stopping short, ‘that if I was + the properiator o’ the Markis o’ Granby, and that ‘ere Stiggins came and + made toast in my bar, I’d—’ </p> <p> - ‘What?’ interposed Mr. Weller, with great anxiety. ‘What?’ + ‘What?’ interposed Mr. Weller, with great anxiety. ‘What?’ </p> <p> - ‘Pison his rum-and-water,’ said Sam. + ‘Pison his rum-and-water,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘No!’ said Mr. Weller, shaking his son eagerly by the hand, ‘would you - raly, Sammy-would you, though?’ + ‘No!’ said Mr. Weller, shaking his son eagerly by the hand, ‘would you + raly, Sammy-would you, though?’ </p> <p> - ‘I would,’ said Sam. ‘I wouldn’t be too hard upon him at first. I’d drop + ‘I would,’ said Sam. ‘I wouldn’t be too hard upon him at first. I’d drop him in the water-butt, and put the lid on; and if I found he was - insensible to kindness, I’d try the other persvasion.’ + insensible to kindness, I’d try the other persvasion.’ </p> <p> The elder Mr. Weller bestowed a look of deep, unspeakable admiration on @@ -21199,7 +21131,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Sam looked after him, until he turned a corner of the road; and then set forward on his walk to London. He meditated at first, on the probable - consequences of his own advice, and the likelihood of his father’s + consequences of his own advice, and the likelihood of his father’s adopting it. He dismissed the subject from his mind, however, with the consolatory reflection that time alone would show; and this is the reflection we would impress upon the reader. @@ -21265,12 +21197,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger well wrapped up in great-coats, shawls, and comforters. The portmanteaus and carpet-bags have been stowed away, and Mr. Weller and the guard are endeavouring to insinuate into the fore-boot a huge cod-fish several sizes - too large for it—which is snugly packed up, in a long brown basket, + too large for it—which is snugly packed up, in a long brown basket, with a layer of straw over the top, and which has been left to the last, in order that he may repose in safety on the half-dozen barrels of real native oysters, all the property of Mr. Pickwick, which have been arranged in regular order at the bottom of the receptacle. The interest displayed - in Mr. Pickwick’s countenance is most intense, as Mr. Weller and the guard + in Mr. Pickwick’s countenance is most intense, as Mr. Weller and the guard try to squeeze the cod-fish into the boot, first head first, and then tail first, and then top upward, and then bottom upward, and then side-ways, and then long-ways, all of which artifices the implacable cod-fish @@ -21289,14 +21221,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the coachman mounts to the box, Mr. Weller jumps up behind, the Pickwickians pull their coats round their legs and their shawls over their noses, the helpers pull the horse-cloths off, the coachman shouts out a - cheery ‘All right,’ and away they go. + cheery ‘All right,’ and away they go. </p> <p> They have rumbled through the streets, and jolted over the stones, and at length reach the wide and open country. The wheels skim over the hard and frosty ground; and the horses, bursting into a canter at a smart crack of - the whip, step along the road as if the load behind them—coach, - passengers, cod-fish, oyster-barrels, and all—were but a feather at + the whip, step along the road as if the load behind them—coach, + passengers, cod-fish, oyster-barrels, and all—were but a feather at their heels. They have descended a gentle slope, and enter upon a level, as compact and dry as a solid block of marble, two miles long. Another crack of the whip, and on they speed, at a smart gallop, the horses @@ -21304,7 +21236,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger rapidity of the motion; while the coachman, holding whip and reins in one hand, takes off his hat with the other, and resting it on his knees, pulls out his handkerchief, and wipes his forehead, partly because he has a - habit of doing it, and partly because it’s as well to show the passengers + habit of doing it, and partly because it’s as well to show the passengers how cool he is, and what an easy thing it is to drive four-in-hand, when you have had as much practice as he has. Having done this very leisurely (otherwise the effect would be materially impaired), he replaces his @@ -21313,14 +21245,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> A few small houses, scattered on either side of the road, betoken the - entrance to some town or village. The lively notes of the guard’s + entrance to some town or village. The lively notes of the guard’s key-bugle vibrate in the clear cold air, and wake up the old gentleman inside, who, carefully letting down the window-sash half-way, and standing sentry over the air, takes a short peep out, and then carefully pulling it - up again, informs the other inside that they’re going to change directly; + up again, informs the other inside that they’re going to change directly; on which the other inside wakes himself up, and determines to postpone his next nap until after the stoppage. Again the bugle sounds lustily forth, - and rouses the cottager’s wife and children, who peep out at the house + and rouses the cottager’s wife and children, who peep out at the house door, and watch the coach till it turns the corner, when they once more crouch round the blazing fire, and throw on another log of wood against father comes home; while father himself, a full mile off, has just @@ -21338,19 +21270,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger whereupon they emerge from their coat collars too, and look about them also. Mr. Winkle, who sits at the extreme edge, with one leg dangling in the air, is nearly precipitated into the street, as the coach twists round - the sharp corner by the cheesemonger’s shop, and turns into the + the sharp corner by the cheesemonger’s shop, and turns into the market-place; and before Mr. Snodgrass, who sits next to him, has recovered from his alarm, they pull up at the inn yard where the fresh horses, with cloths on, are already waiting. The coachman throws down the reins and gets down himself, and the other outside passengers drop down also; except those who have no great confidence in their ability to get up again; and they remain where they are, and stamp their feet against the - coach to warm them—looking, with longing eyes and red noses, at the + coach to warm them—looking, with longing eyes and red noses, at the bright fire in the inn bar, and the sprigs of holly with red berries which ornament the window. </p> <p> - But the guard has delivered at the corn-dealer’s shop, the brown paper + But the guard has delivered at the corn-dealer’s shop, the brown paper packet he took out of the little pouch which hangs over his shoulder by a leathern strap; and has seen the horses carefully put to; and has thrown on the pavement the saddle which was brought from London on the coach @@ -21359,27 +21291,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger he and Mr. Weller are all right behind, and the coachman is all right in front, and the old gentleman inside, who has kept the window down full two inches all this time, has pulled it up again, and the cloths are off, and - they are all ready for starting, except the ‘two stout gentlemen,’ whom + they are all ready for starting, except the ‘two stout gentlemen,’ whom the coachman inquires after with some impatience. Hereupon the coachman, and the guard, and Sam Weller, and Mr. Winkle, and Mr. Snodgrass, and all the hostlers, and every one of the idlers, who are more in number than all the others put together, shout for the missing gentlemen as loud as they can bawl. A distant response is heard from the yard, and Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Tupman come running down it, quite out of breath, for they have been - having a glass of ale a-piece, and Mr. Pickwick’s fingers are so cold that + having a glass of ale a-piece, and Mr. Pickwick’s fingers are so cold that he has been full five minutes before he could find the sixpence to pay for - it. The coachman shouts an admonitory ‘Now then, gen’l’m’n,’ the guard + it. The coachman shouts an admonitory ‘Now then, gen’l’m’n,’ the guard re-echoes it; the old gentleman inside thinks it a very extraordinary - thing that people <i>will </i>get down when they know there isn’t time for + thing that people <i>will </i>get down when they know there isn’t time for it; Mr. Pickwick struggles up on one side, Mr. Tupman on the other; Mr. - Winkle cries ‘All right’; and off they start. Shawls are pulled up, coat + Winkle cries ‘All right’; and off they start. Shawls are pulled up, coat collars are readjusted, the pavement ceases, the houses disappear; and they are once again dashing along the open road, with the fresh clear air blowing in their faces, and gladdening their very hearts within them. </p> <p> Such was the progress of Mr. Pickwick and his friends by the Muggleton - Telegraph, on their way to Dingley Dell; and at three o’clock that + Telegraph, on their way to Dingley Dell; and at three o’clock that afternoon they all stood high and dry, safe and sound, hale and hearty, upon the steps of the Blue Lion, having taken on the road quite enough of ale and brandy, to enable them to bid defiance to the frost that was @@ -21388,41 +21320,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger counting the barrels of oysters and superintending the disinterment of the cod-fish, when he felt himself gently pulled by the skirts of the coat. Looking round, he discovered that the individual who resorted to this mode - of catching his attention was no other than Mr. Wardle’s favourite page, + of catching his attention was no other than Mr. Wardle’s favourite page, better known to the readers of this unvarnished history, by the distinguishing appellation of the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘Aha!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Aha!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Aha!’ said the fat boy. + ‘Aha!’ said the fat boy. </p> <p> As he said it, he glanced from the cod-fish to the oyster-barrels, and chuckled joyously. He was fatter than ever. </p> <p> - ‘Well, you look rosy enough, my young friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Well, you look rosy enough, my young friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I’ve been asleep, right in front of the taproom fire,’ replied the fat + ‘I’ve been asleep, right in front of the taproom fire,’ replied the fat boy, who had heated himself to the colour of a new chimney-pot, in the - course of an hour’s nap. ‘Master sent me over with the chay-cart, to carry - your luggage up to the house. He’d ha’ sent some saddle-horses, but he - thought you’d rather walk, being a cold day.’ + course of an hour’s nap. ‘Master sent me over with the chay-cart, to carry + your luggage up to the house. He’d ha’ sent some saddle-horses, but he + thought you’d rather walk, being a cold day.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily, for he remembered how they had - travelled over nearly the same ground on a previous occasion. ‘Yes, we - would rather walk. Here, Sam!’ + ‘Yes, yes,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily, for he remembered how they had + travelled over nearly the same ground on a previous occasion. ‘Yes, we + would rather walk. Here, Sam!’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Help Mr. Wardle’s servant to put the packages into the cart, and then - ride on with him. We will walk forward at once.’ + ‘Help Mr. Wardle’s servant to put the packages into the cart, and then + ride on with him. We will walk forward at once.’ </p> <p> Having given this direction, and settled with the coachman, Mr. Pickwick @@ -21435,65 +21367,65 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger himself. </p> <p> - ‘There,’ said Sam, throwing in the last carpet-bag, ‘there they are!’ + ‘There,’ said Sam, throwing in the last carpet-bag, ‘there they are!’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said the fat boy, in a very satisfied tone, ‘there they are.’ + ‘Yes,’ said the fat boy, in a very satisfied tone, ‘there they are.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vell, young twenty stun,’ said Sam, ‘you’re a nice specimen of a prize - boy, you are!’ + ‘Vell, young twenty stun,’ said Sam, ‘you’re a nice specimen of a prize + boy, you are!’ </p> <p> - Thank’ee,’ said the fat boy. + Thank’ee,’ said the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘You ain’t got nothin’ on your mind as makes you fret yourself, have you?’ + ‘You ain’t got nothin’ on your mind as makes you fret yourself, have you?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Not as I knows on,’ replied the fat boy. + ‘Not as I knows on,’ replied the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘I should rayther ha’ thought, to look at you, that you was a-labourin’ - under an unrequited attachment to some young ‘ooman,’ said Sam. + ‘I should rayther ha’ thought, to look at you, that you was a-labourin’ + under an unrequited attachment to some young ‘ooman,’ said Sam. </p> <p> The fat boy shook his head. </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Sam, ‘I am glad to hear it. Do you ever drink anythin’?’ + ‘Vell,’ said Sam, ‘I am glad to hear it. Do you ever drink anythin’?’ </p> <p> - ‘I likes eating better,’ replied the boy. + ‘I likes eating better,’ replied the boy. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘I should ha’ s’posed that; but what I mean is, should you - like a drop of anythin’ as’d warm you? but I s’pose you never was cold, - with all them elastic fixtures, was you?’ + ‘Ah,’ said Sam, ‘I should ha’ s’posed that; but what I mean is, should you + like a drop of anythin’ as’d warm you? but I s’pose you never was cold, + with all them elastic fixtures, was you?’ </p> <p> - ‘Sometimes,’ replied the boy; ‘and I likes a drop of something, when it’s - good.’ + ‘Sometimes,’ replied the boy; ‘and I likes a drop of something, when it’s + good.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you do, do you?’ said Sam, ‘come this way, then!’ + ‘Oh, you do, do you?’ said Sam, ‘come this way, then!’ </p> <p> The Blue Lion tap was soon gained, and the fat boy swallowed a glass of - liquor without so much as winking—a feat which considerably advanced - him in Mr. Weller’s good opinion. Mr. Weller having transacted a similar + liquor without so much as winking—a feat which considerably advanced + him in Mr. Weller’s good opinion. Mr. Weller having transacted a similar piece of business on his own account, they got into the cart. </p> <p> - ‘Can you drive?’ said the fat boy. + ‘Can you drive?’ said the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘I should rayther think so,’ replied Sam. + ‘I should rayther think so,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘There, then,’ said the fat boy, putting the reins in his hand, and - pointing up a lane, ‘it’s as straight as you can go; you can’t miss it.’ + ‘There, then,’ said the fat boy, putting the reins in his hand, and + pointing up a lane, ‘it’s as straight as you can go; you can’t miss it.’ </p> <p> With these words, the fat boy laid himself affectionately down by the side @@ -21501,8 +21433,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pillow, fell asleep instantaneously. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Sam, ‘of all the cool boys ever I set my eyes on, this here - young gen’l’m’n is the coolest. Come, wake up, young dropsy!’ + ‘Well,’ said Sam, ‘of all the cool boys ever I set my eyes on, this here + young gen’l’m’n is the coolest. Come, wake up, young dropsy!’ </p> <p> But as young dropsy evinced no symptoms of returning animation, Sam Weller @@ -21515,11 +21447,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger grass was crisp and frosty; the air had a fine, dry, bracing coldness; and the rapid approach of the gray twilight (slate-coloured is a better term in frosty weather) made them look forward with pleasant anticipation to - the comforts which awaited them at their hospitable entertainer’s. It was + the comforts which awaited them at their hospitable entertainer’s. It was the sort of afternoon that might induce a couple of elderly gentlemen, in a lonely field, to take off their greatcoats and play at leap-frog in pure lightness of heart and gaiety; and we firmly believe that had Mr. Tupman - at that moment proffered ‘a back,’ Mr. Pickwick would have accepted his + at that moment proffered ‘a back,’ Mr. Pickwick would have accepted his offer with the utmost avidity. </p> <p> @@ -21527,9 +21459,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger friends walked on, conversing merrily. As they turned into a lane they had to cross, the sound of many voices burst upon their ears; and before they had even had time to form a guess to whom they belonged, they walked into - the very centre of the party who were expecting their arrival—a fact - which was first notified to the Pickwickians, by the loud ‘Hurrah,’ which - burst from old Wardle’s lips, when they appeared in sight. + the very centre of the party who were expecting their arrival—a fact + which was first notified to the Pickwickians, by the loud ‘Hurrah,’ which + burst from old Wardle’s lips, when they appeared in sight. </p> <p> First, there was Wardle himself, looking, if that were possible, more @@ -21544,10 +21476,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The ceremony of introduction, under such circumstances, was very soon performed, or we should rather say that the introduction was soon over, without any ceremony at all. In two minutes thereafter, Mr. Pickwick was - joking with the young ladies who wouldn’t come over the stile while he - looked—or who, having pretty feet and unexceptionable ankles, + joking with the young ladies who wouldn’t come over the stile while he + looked—or who, having pretty feet and unexceptionable ankles, preferred standing on the top rail for five minutes or so, declaring that - they were too frightened to move—with as much ease and absence of + they were too frightened to move—with as much ease and absence of reserve or constraint, as if he had known them for life. It is worthy of remark, too, that Mr. Snodgrass offered Emily far more assistance than the absolute terrors of the stile (although it was full three feet high, and @@ -21564,7 +21496,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger young couple were to tenant, after the Christmas holidays; at which communication Bella and Trundle both coloured up, as red as the fat boy after the taproom fire; and the young lady with the black eyes and the fur - round the boots, whispered something in Emily’s ear, and then glanced + round the boots, whispered something in Emily’s ear, and then glanced archly at Mr. Snodgrass; to which Emily responded that she was a foolish girl, but turned very red, notwithstanding; and Mr. Snodgrass, who was as modest as all great geniuses usually are, felt the crimson rising to the @@ -21586,51 +21518,51 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was rather cross, and, by consequence, most particularly deaf. She never went out herself, and like a great many other old ladies of the same stamp, she was apt to consider it an act of domestic treason, if anybody - else took the liberty of doing what she couldn’t. So, bless her old soul, + else took the liberty of doing what she couldn’t. So, bless her old soul, she sat as upright as she could, in her great chair, and looked as fierce - as might be—and that was benevolent after all. + as might be—and that was benevolent after all. </p> <p> - ‘Mother,’ said Wardle, ‘Mr. Pickwick. You recollect him?’ + ‘Mother,’ said Wardle, ‘Mr. Pickwick. You recollect him?’ </p> <p> - ‘Never mind,’ replied the old lady, with great dignity. ‘Don’t trouble Mr. - Pickwick about an old creetur like me. Nobody cares about me now, and it’s - very nat’ral they shouldn’t.’ Here the old lady tossed her head, and + ‘Never mind,’ replied the old lady, with great dignity. ‘Don’t trouble Mr. + Pickwick about an old creetur like me. Nobody cares about me now, and it’s + very nat’ral they shouldn’t.’ Here the old lady tossed her head, and smoothed down her lavender-coloured silk dress with trembling hands. </p> <p> - ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I can’t let you cut an old friend + ‘Come, come, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I can’t let you cut an old friend in this way. I have come down expressly to have a long talk, and another - rubber with you; and we’ll show these boys and girls how to dance a - minuet, before they’re eight-and-forty hours older.’ + rubber with you; and we’ll show these boys and girls how to dance a + minuet, before they’re eight-and-forty hours older.’ </p> <p> The old lady was rapidly giving way, but she did not like to do it all at - once; so she only said, ‘Ah! I can’t hear him!’ + once; so she only said, ‘Ah! I can’t hear him!’ </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense, mother,’ said Wardle. ‘Come, come, don’t be cross, there’s a + ‘Nonsense, mother,’ said Wardle. ‘Come, come, don’t be cross, there’s a good soul. Recollect Bella; come, you must keep her spirits up, poor - girl.’ + girl.’ </p> <p> The good old lady heard this, for her lip quivered as her son said it. But age has its little infirmities of temper, and she was not quite brought round yet. So, she smoothed down the lavender-coloured dress again, and - turning to Mr. Pickwick said, ‘Ah, Mr. Pickwick, young people was very - different, when I was a girl.’ + turning to Mr. Pickwick said, ‘Ah, Mr. Pickwick, young people was very + different, when I was a girl.’ </p> <p> - ‘No doubt of that, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and that’s the reason why I - would make much of the few that have any traces of the old stock’—and + ‘No doubt of that, ma’am,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘and that’s the reason why I + would make much of the few that have any traces of the old stock’—and saying this, Mr. Pickwick gently pulled Bella towards him, and bestowing a kiss upon her forehead, bade her sit down on the little stool at her - grandmother’s feet. Whether the expression of her countenance, as it was - raised towards the old lady’s face, called up a thought of old times, or - whether the old lady was touched by Mr. Pickwick’s affectionate + grandmother’s feet. Whether the expression of her countenance, as it was + raised towards the old lady’s face, called up a thought of old times, or + whether the old lady was touched by Mr. Pickwick’s affectionate good-nature, or whatever was the cause, she was fairly melted; so she - threw herself on her granddaughter’s neck, and all the little ill-humour + threw herself on her granddaughter’s neck, and all the little ill-humour evaporated in a gush of silent tears. </p> <p> @@ -21641,7 +21573,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger round, and round again; and sound was the sleep and pleasant were the dreams that followed. It is a remarkable fact that those of Mr. Snodgrass bore constant reference to Emily Wardle; and that the principal figure in - Mr. Winkle’s visions was a young lady with black eyes, and arch smile, and + Mr. Winkle’s visions was a young lady with black eyes, and arch smile, and a pair of remarkably nice boots with fur round the tops. </p> <p> @@ -21650,9 +21582,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger slumbers. He sat up in bed and listened. The female servants and female visitors were running constantly to and fro; and there were such multitudinous demands for hot water, such repeated outcries for needles - and thread, and so many half-suppressed entreaties of ‘Oh, do come and tie - me, there’s a dear!’ that Mr. Pickwick in his innocence began to imagine - that something dreadful must have occurred—when he grew more awake, + and thread, and so many half-suppressed entreaties of ‘Oh, do come and tie + me, there’s a dear!’ that Mr. Pickwick in his innocence began to imagine + that something dreadful must have occurred—when he grew more awake, and remembered the wedding. The occasion being an important one, he dressed himself with peculiar care, and descended to the breakfast-room. </p> @@ -21678,22 +21610,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> A wedding is a licensed subject to joke upon, but there really is no great - joke in the matter after all;—we speak merely of the ceremony, and + joke in the matter after all;—we speak merely of the ceremony, and beg it to be distinctly understood that we indulge in no hidden sarcasm upon a married life. Mixed up with the pleasure and joy of the occasion, are the many regrets at quitting home, the tears of parting between parent and child, the consciousness of leaving the dearest and kindest friends of the happiest portion of human life, to encounter its cares and troubles - with others still untried and little known—natural feelings which we + with others still untried and little known—natural feelings which we would not render this chapter mournful by describing, and which we should be still more unwilling to be supposed to ridicule. </p> <p> Let us briefly say, then, that the ceremony was performed by the old - clergyman, in the parish church of Dingley Dell, and that Mr. Pickwick’s + clergyman, in the parish church of Dingley Dell, and that Mr. Pickwick’s name is attached to the register, still preserved in the vestry thereof; that the young lady with the black eyes signed her name in a very unsteady - and tremulous manner; that Emily’s signature, as the other bridesmaid, is + and tremulous manner; that Emily’s signature, as the other bridesmaid, is nearly illegible; that it all went off in very admirable style; that the young ladies generally thought it far less shocking than they had expected; and that although the owner of the black eyes and the arch smile @@ -21701,12 +21633,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger so dreadful, we have the very best reasons for thinking she was mistaken. To all this, we may add, that Mr. Pickwick was the first who saluted the bride, and that in so doing he threw over her neck a rich gold watch and - chain, which no mortal eyes but the jeweller’s had ever beheld before. + chain, which no mortal eyes but the jeweller’s had ever beheld before. Then, the old church bell rang as gaily as it could, and they all returned to breakfast. </p> <p> - ‘Vere does the mince-pies go, young opium-eater?’ said Mr. Weller to the + ‘Vere does the mince-pies go, young opium-eater?’ said Mr. Weller to the fat boy, as he assisted in laying out such articles of consumption as had not been duly arranged on the previous night. </p> @@ -21714,9 +21646,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The fat boy pointed to the destination of the pies. </p> <p> - ‘Wery good,’ said Sam, ‘stick a bit o’ Christmas in ‘em. T’other dish + ‘Wery good,’ said Sam, ‘stick a bit o’ Christmas in ‘em. T’other dish opposite. There; now we look compact and comfortable, as the father said - ven he cut his little boy’s head off, to cure him o’ squintin’.’ + ven he cut his little boy’s head off, to cure him o’ squintin’.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Weller made the comparison, he fell back a step or two, to give @@ -21724,41 +21656,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger satisfaction. </p> <p> - ‘Wardle,’ said Mr. Pickwick, almost as soon as they were all seated, ‘a - glass of wine in honour of this happy occasion!’ + ‘Wardle,’ said Mr. Pickwick, almost as soon as they were all seated, ‘a + glass of wine in honour of this happy occasion!’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall be delighted, my boy,’ said Wardle. ‘Joe—damn that boy, - he’s gone to sleep.’ + ‘I shall be delighted, my boy,’ said Wardle. ‘Joe—damn that boy, + he’s gone to sleep.’ </p> <p> - No, I ain’t, sir,’ replied the fat boy, starting up from a remote corner, - where, like the patron saint of fat boys—the immortal Horner—he + No, I ain’t, sir,’ replied the fat boy, starting up from a remote corner, + where, like the patron saint of fat boys—the immortal Horner—he had been devouring a Christmas pie, though not with the coolness and - deliberation which characterised that young gentleman’s proceedings. + deliberation which characterised that young gentleman’s proceedings. </p> <p> - ‘Fill Mr. Pickwick’s glass.’ + ‘Fill Mr. Pickwick’s glass.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir.’ </p> <p> - The fat boy filled Mr. Pickwick’s glass, and then retired behind his - master’s chair, from whence he watched the play of the knives and forks, + The fat boy filled Mr. Pickwick’s glass, and then retired behind his + master’s chair, from whence he watched the play of the knives and forks, and the progress of the choice morsels from the dishes to the mouths of the company, with a kind of dark and gloomy joy that was most impressive. </p> <p> - ‘God bless you, old fellow!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘God bless you, old fellow!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Same to you, my boy,’ replied Wardle; and they pledged each other, + ‘Same to you, my boy,’ replied Wardle; and they pledged each other, heartily. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Wardle,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘we old folks must have a glass of wine - together, in honour of this joyful event.’ + ‘Mrs. Wardle,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘we old folks must have a glass of wine + together, in honour of this joyful event.’ </p> <p> The old lady was in a state of great grandeur just then, for she was @@ -21781,21 +21713,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger merriment was thereby occasioned. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Miller,’ said Mr. Pickwick to his old acquaintance, the hard-headed - gentleman, ‘a glass of wine?’ + ‘Mr. Miller,’ said Mr. Pickwick to his old acquaintance, the hard-headed + gentleman, ‘a glass of wine?’ </p> <p> - ‘With great satisfaction, Mr. Pickwick,’ replied the hard-headed gentleman + ‘With great satisfaction, Mr. Pickwick,’ replied the hard-headed gentleman solemnly. </p> <p> - ‘You’ll take me in?’ said the benevolent old clergyman. + ‘You’ll take me in?’ said the benevolent old clergyman. </p> <p> - ‘And me,’ interposed his wife. + ‘And me,’ interposed his wife. </p> <p> - ‘And me, and me,’ said a couple of poor relations at the bottom of the + ‘And me, and me,’ said a couple of poor relations at the bottom of the table, who had eaten and drunk very heartily, and laughed at everything. </p> <p> @@ -21803,49 +21735,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger suggestion; and his eyes beamed with hilarity and cheerfulness. </p> <p> - ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick, suddenly rising. + ‘Ladies and gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick, suddenly rising. </p> <p> - ‘Hear, hear! Hear, hear! Hear, hear!’ cried Mr. Weller, in the excitement + ‘Hear, hear! Hear, hear! Hear, hear!’ cried Mr. Weller, in the excitement of his feelings. </p> <p> - ‘Call in all the servants,’ cried old Wardle, interposing to prevent the + ‘Call in all the servants,’ cried old Wardle, interposing to prevent the public rebuke which Mr. Weller would otherwise most indubitably have - received from his master. ‘Give them a glass of wine each to drink the - toast in. Now, Pickwick.’ + received from his master. ‘Give them a glass of wine each to drink the + toast in. Now, Pickwick.’ </p> <p> Amidst the silence of the company, the whispering of the women-servants, - and the awkward embarrassment of the men, Mr. Pickwick proceeded— + and the awkward embarrassment of the men, Mr. Pickwick proceeded— </p> <p> - ‘Ladies and gentlemen—no, I won’t say ladies and gentlemen, I’ll + ‘Ladies and gentlemen—no, I won’t say ladies and gentlemen, I’ll call you my friends, my dear friends, if the ladies will allow me to take - so great a liberty—’ + so great a liberty—’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Pickwick was interrupted by immense applause from the ladies, echoed by the gentlemen, during which the owner of the eyes was distinctly heard to state that she could kiss that dear Mr. Pickwick. Whereupon Mr. - Winkle gallantly inquired if it couldn’t be done by deputy: to which the - young lady with the black eyes replied ‘Go away,’ and accompanied the - request with a look which said as plainly as a look could do, ‘if you - can.’ + Winkle gallantly inquired if it couldn’t be done by deputy: to which the + young lady with the black eyes replied ‘Go away,’ and accompanied the + request with a look which said as plainly as a look could do, ‘if you + can.’ </p> <p> - ‘My dear friends,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick, ‘I am going to propose the health - of the bride and bridegroom—God bless ‘em (cheers and tears). My + ‘My dear friends,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick, ‘I am going to propose the health + of the bride and bridegroom—God bless ‘em (cheers and tears). My young friend, Trundle, I believe to be a very excellent and manly fellow; and his wife I know to be a very amiable and lovely girl, well qualified to transfer to another sphere of action the happiness which for twenty - years she has diffused around her, in her father’s house. (Here, the fat + years she has diffused around her, in her father’s house. (Here, the fat boy burst forth into stentorian blubberings, and was led forth by the coat - collar, by Mr. Weller.) I wish,’ added Mr. Pickwick—‘I wish I was - young enough to be her sister’s husband (cheers), but, failing that, I am + collar, by Mr. Weller.) I wish,’ added Mr. Pickwick—‘I wish I was + young enough to be her sister’s husband (cheers), but, failing that, I am happy to be old enough to be her father; for, being so, I shall not be suspected of any latent designs when I say, that I admire, esteem, and - love them both (cheers and sobs). The bride’s father, our good friend + love them both (cheers and sobs). The bride’s father, our good friend there, is a noble person, and I am proud to know him (great uproar). He is a kind, excellent, independent-spirited, fine-hearted, hospitable, liberal man (enthusiastic shouts from the poor relations, at all the adjectives; @@ -21854,11 +21786,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger contemplation of her felicity all the gratification of heart and peace of mind which he so well deserves, is, I am persuaded, our united wish. So, let us drink their healths, and wish them prolonged life, and every - blessing!’ + blessing!’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick concluded amidst a whirlwind of applause; and once more were - the lungs of the supernumeraries, under Mr. Weller’s command, brought into + the lungs of the supernumeraries, under Mr. Weller’s command, brought into active and efficient operation. Mr. Wardle proposed Mr. Pickwick; Mr. Pickwick proposed the old lady. Mr. Snodgrass proposed Mr. Wardle; Mr. Wardle proposed Mr. Snodgrass. One of the poor relations proposed Mr. @@ -21868,7 +21800,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> At dinner they met again, after a five-and-twenty mile walk, undertaken by - the males at Wardle’s recommendation, to get rid of the effects of the + the males at Wardle’s recommendation, to get rid of the effects of the wine at breakfast. The poor relations had kept in bed all day, with the view of attaining the same happy consummation, but, as they had been unsuccessful, they stopped there. Mr. Weller kept the domestics in a state @@ -21895,30 +21827,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> If anything could have added to the interest of this agreeable scene, it - would have been the remarkable fact of Mr. Pickwick’s appearing without + would have been the remarkable fact of Mr. Pickwick’s appearing without his gaiters, for the first time within the memory of his oldest friends. </p> <p> - ‘You mean to dance?’ said Wardle. + ‘You mean to dance?’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Of course I do,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Don’t you see I am dressed for - the purpose?’ Mr. Pickwick called attention to his speckled silk + ‘Of course I do,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Don’t you see I am dressed for + the purpose?’ Mr. Pickwick called attention to his speckled silk stockings, and smartly tied pumps. </p> <p> - ‘<i>You </i>in silk stockings!’ exclaimed Mr. Tupman jocosely. + ‘<i>You </i>in silk stockings!’ exclaimed Mr. Tupman jocosely. </p> <p> - ‘And why not, sir—why not?’ said Mr. Pickwick, turning warmly upon + ‘And why not, sir—why not?’ said Mr. Pickwick, turning warmly upon him. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, of course there is no reason why you shouldn’t wear them,’ responded + ‘Oh, of course there is no reason why you shouldn’t wear them,’ responded Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘I imagine not, sir—I imagine not,’ said Mr. Pickwick, in a very + ‘I imagine not, sir—I imagine not,’ said Mr. Pickwick, in a very peremptory tone. </p> <p> @@ -21926,67 +21858,67 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger so he looked grave, and said they were a pretty pattern. </p> <p> - ‘I hope they are,’ said Mr. Pickwick, fixing his eyes upon his friend. - ‘You see nothing extraordinary in the stockings, <i>as</i> stockings, I - trust, Sir?’ + ‘I hope they are,’ said Mr. Pickwick, fixing his eyes upon his friend. + ‘You see nothing extraordinary in the stockings, <i>as</i> stockings, I + trust, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not. Oh, certainly not,’ replied Mr. Tupman. He walked away; - and Mr. Pickwick’s countenance resumed its customary benign expression. + ‘Certainly not. Oh, certainly not,’ replied Mr. Tupman. He walked away; + and Mr. Pickwick’s countenance resumed its customary benign expression. </p> <p> - ‘We are all ready, I believe,’ said Mr. Pickwick, who was stationed with + ‘We are all ready, I believe,’ said Mr. Pickwick, who was stationed with the old lady at the top of the dance, and had already made four false starts, in his excessive anxiety to commence. </p> <p> - ‘Then begin at once,’ said Wardle. ‘Now!’ + ‘Then begin at once,’ said Wardle. ‘Now!’ </p> <p> Up struck the two fiddles and the one harp, and off went Mr. Pickwick into hands across, when there was a general clapping of hands, and a cry of - ‘Stop, stop!’ + ‘Stop, stop!’ </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ said Mr. Pickwick, who was only brought to, by the + ‘What’s the matter?’ said Mr. Pickwick, who was only brought to, by the fiddles and harp desisting, and could have been stopped by no other earthly power, if the house had been on fire. </p> <p> - ‘Where’s Arabella Allen?’ cried a dozen voices. + ‘Where’s Arabella Allen?’ cried a dozen voices. </p> <p> - ‘And Winkle?’ added Mr. Tupman. + ‘And Winkle?’ added Mr. Tupman. </p> <p> - ‘Here we are!’ exclaimed that gentleman, emerging with his pretty + ‘Here we are!’ exclaimed that gentleman, emerging with his pretty companion from the corner; as he did so, it would have been hard to tell which was the redder in the face, he or the young lady with the black eyes. </p> <p> - ‘What an extraordinary thing it is, Winkle,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rather - pettishly, ‘that you couldn’t have taken your place before.’ + ‘What an extraordinary thing it is, Winkle,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rather + pettishly, ‘that you couldn’t have taken your place before.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not at all extraordinary,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘Not at all extraordinary,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a very expressive smile, as his eyes - rested on Arabella, ‘well, I don’t know that it <i>was </i>extraordinary, - either, after all.’ + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a very expressive smile, as his eyes + rested on Arabella, ‘well, I don’t know that it <i>was </i>extraordinary, + either, after all.’ </p> <p> However, there was no time to think more about the matter, for the fiddles - and harp began in real earnest. Away went Mr. Pickwick—hands across—down + and harp began in real earnest. Away went Mr. Pickwick—hands across—down the middle to the very end of the room, and half-way up the chimney, back - again to the door—poussette everywhere—loud stamp on the - ground—ready for the next couple—off again—all the - figure over once more—another stamp to beat out the time—next - couple, and the next, and the next again—never was such going; at + again to the door—poussette everywhere—loud stamp on the + ground—ready for the next couple—off again—all the + figure over once more—another stamp to beat out the time—next + couple, and the next, and the next again—never was such going; at last, after they had reached the bottom of the dance, and full fourteen couple after the old lady had retired in an exhausted state, and the - clergyman’s wife had been substituted in her stead, did that gentleman, + clergyman’s wife had been substituted in her stead, did that gentleman, when there was no demand whatever on his exertions, keep perpetually dancing in his place, to keep time to the music, smiling on his partner all the while with a blandness of demeanour which baffles all description. @@ -22009,87 +21941,87 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger previous night. </p> <p> - ‘And so your family has games in the kitchen to-night, my dear, has they?’ + ‘And so your family has games in the kitchen to-night, my dear, has they?’ inquired Sam of Emma. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Mr. Weller,’ replied Emma; ‘we always have on Christmas Eve. Master - wouldn’t neglect to keep it up on any account.’ + ‘Yes, Mr. Weller,’ replied Emma; ‘we always have on Christmas Eve. Master + wouldn’t neglect to keep it up on any account.’ </p> <p> - ‘Your master’s a wery pretty notion of keeping anythin’ up, my dear,’ said - Mr. Weller; ‘I never see such a sensible sort of man as he is, or such a - reg’lar gen’l’m’n.’ + ‘Your master’s a wery pretty notion of keeping anythin’ up, my dear,’ said + Mr. Weller; ‘I never see such a sensible sort of man as he is, or such a + reg’lar gen’l’m’n.’ </p> <p> - Oh, that he is!’ said the fat boy, joining in the conversation; ‘don’t he - breed nice pork!’ The fat youth gave a semi-cannibalic leer at Mr. Weller, + Oh, that he is!’ said the fat boy, joining in the conversation; ‘don’t he + breed nice pork!’ The fat youth gave a semi-cannibalic leer at Mr. Weller, as he thought of the roast legs and gravy. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you’ve woke up, at last, have you?’ said Sam. + ‘Oh, you’ve woke up, at last, have you?’ said Sam. </p> <p> The fat boy nodded. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll tell you what it is, young boa-constructer,’ said Mr. Weller - impressively; ‘if you don’t sleep a little less, and exercise a little - more, wen you comes to be a man you’ll lay yourself open to the same sort - of personal inconwenience as was inflicted on the old gen’l’m’n as wore - the pigtail.’ + ‘I’ll tell you what it is, young boa-constructer,’ said Mr. Weller + impressively; ‘if you don’t sleep a little less, and exercise a little + more, wen you comes to be a man you’ll lay yourself open to the same sort + of personal inconwenience as was inflicted on the old gen’l’m’n as wore + the pigtail.’ </p> <p> - ‘What did they do to him?’ inquired the fat boy, in a faltering voice. + ‘What did they do to him?’ inquired the fat boy, in a faltering voice. </p> <p> - ‘I’m a-going to tell you,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘he was one o’ the largest - patterns as was ever turned out—reg’lar fat man, as hadn’t caught a - glimpse of his own shoes for five-and-forty year.’ + ‘I’m a-going to tell you,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘he was one o’ the largest + patterns as was ever turned out—reg’lar fat man, as hadn’t caught a + glimpse of his own shoes for five-and-forty year.’ </p> <p> - ‘Lor!’ exclaimed Emma. + ‘Lor!’ exclaimed Emma. </p> <p> - ‘No, that he hadn’t, my dear,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘and if you’d put an exact - model of his own legs on the dinin’-table afore him, he wouldn’t ha’ known - ‘em. Well, he always walks to his office with a wery handsome gold + ‘No, that he hadn’t, my dear,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘and if you’d put an exact + model of his own legs on the dinin’-table afore him, he wouldn’t ha’ known + ‘em. Well, he always walks to his office with a wery handsome gold watch-chain hanging out, about a foot and a quarter, and a gold watch in - his fob pocket as was worth—I’m afraid to say how much, but as much - as a watch can be—a large, heavy, round manufacter, as stout for a - watch, as he was for a man, and with a big face in proportion. “You’d - better not carry that ‘ere watch,” says the old gen’l’m’n’s friends, - “you’ll be robbed on it,” says they. “Shall I?” says he. “Yes, you will,” - says they. “Well,” says he, “I should like to see the thief as could get - this here watch out, for I’m blessed if I ever can, it’s such a tight - fit,” says he, “and wenever I vants to know what’s o’clock, I’m obliged to - stare into the bakers’ shops,” he says. Well, then he laughs as hearty as - if he was a-goin’ to pieces, and out he walks agin with his powdered head - and pigtail, and rolls down the Strand with the chain hangin’ out furder - than ever, and the great round watch almost bustin’ through his gray - kersey smalls. There warn’t a pickpocket in all London as didn’t take a - pull at that chain, but the chain ‘ud never break, and the watch ‘ud never - come out, so they soon got tired of dragging such a heavy old gen’l’m’n - along the pavement, and he’d go home and laugh till the pigtail wibrated - like the penderlum of a Dutch clock. At last, one day the old gen’l’m’n - was a-rollin’ along, and he sees a pickpocket as he know’d by sight, - a-coming up, arm in arm with a little boy with a wery large head. “Here’s - a game,” says the old gen’l’m’n to himself, “they’re a-goin’ to have - another try, but it won’t do!” So he begins a-chucklin’ wery hearty, wen, - all of a sudden, the little boy leaves hold of the pickpocket’s arm, and - rushes head foremost straight into the old gen’l’m’n’s stomach, and for a - moment doubles him right up with the pain. “Murder!” says the old - gen’l’m’n. “All right, Sir,” says the pickpocket, a-wisperin’ in his ear. - And wen he come straight agin, the watch and chain was gone, and what’s - worse than that, the old gen’l’m’n’s digestion was all wrong ever + his fob pocket as was worth—I’m afraid to say how much, but as much + as a watch can be—a large, heavy, round manufacter, as stout for a + watch, as he was for a man, and with a big face in proportion. “You’d + better not carry that ‘ere watch,” says the old gen’l’m’n’s friends, + “you’ll be robbed on it,” says they. “Shall I?” says he. “Yes, you will,” + says they. “Well,” says he, “I should like to see the thief as could get + this here watch out, for I’m blessed if I ever can, it’s such a tight + fit,” says he, “and wenever I vants to know what’s o’clock, I’m obliged to + stare into the bakers’ shops,” he says. Well, then he laughs as hearty as + if he was a-goin’ to pieces, and out he walks agin with his powdered head + and pigtail, and rolls down the Strand with the chain hangin’ out furder + than ever, and the great round watch almost bustin’ through his gray + kersey smalls. There warn’t a pickpocket in all London as didn’t take a + pull at that chain, but the chain ‘ud never break, and the watch ‘ud never + come out, so they soon got tired of dragging such a heavy old gen’l’m’n + along the pavement, and he’d go home and laugh till the pigtail wibrated + like the penderlum of a Dutch clock. At last, one day the old gen’l’m’n + was a-rollin’ along, and he sees a pickpocket as he know’d by sight, + a-coming up, arm in arm with a little boy with a wery large head. “Here’s + a game,” says the old gen’l’m’n to himself, “they’re a-goin’ to have + another try, but it won’t do!” So he begins a-chucklin’ wery hearty, wen, + all of a sudden, the little boy leaves hold of the pickpocket’s arm, and + rushes head foremost straight into the old gen’l’m’n’s stomach, and for a + moment doubles him right up with the pain. “Murder!” says the old + gen’l’m’n. “All right, Sir,” says the pickpocket, a-wisperin’ in his ear. + And wen he come straight agin, the watch and chain was gone, and what’s + worse than that, the old gen’l’m’n’s digestion was all wrong ever afterwards, to the wery last day of his life; so just you look about you, - young feller, and take care you don’t get too fat.’ + young feller, and take care you don’t get too fat.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Weller concluded this moral tale, with which the fat boy appeared much affected, they all three repaired to the large kitchen, in which the family were by this time assembled, according to annual custom on - Christmas Eve, observed by old Wardle’s forefathers from time immemorial. + Christmas Eve, observed by old Wardle’s forefathers from time immemorial. </p> <p> From the centre of the ceiling of this kitchen, old Wardle had just @@ -22126,7 +22058,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was standing under the mistletoe, looking with a very pleased countenance on all that was passing around him, when the young lady with the black eyes, after a little whispering with the other young ladies, made a sudden - dart forward, and, putting her arm round Mr. Pickwick’s neck, saluted him + dart forward, and, putting her arm round Mr. Pickwick’s neck, saluted him affectionately on the left cheek; and before Mr. Pickwick distinctly knew what was the matter, he was surrounded by the whole body, and kissed by every one of them. @@ -22138,12 +22070,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger which were raised on every side; but it was a still more pleasant thing to see Mr. Pickwick, blinded shortly afterwards with a silk handkerchief, falling up against the wall, and scrambling into corners, and going - through all the mysteries of blind-man’s buff, with the utmost relish for + through all the mysteries of blind-man’s buff, with the utmost relish for the game, until at last he caught one of the poor relations, and then had to evade the blind-man himself, which he did with a nimbleness and agility that elicited the admiration and applause of all beholders. The poor relations caught the people who they thought would like it, and, when the - game flagged, got caught themselves. When they all tired of blind-man’s + game flagged, got caught themselves. When they all tired of blind-man’s buff, there was a great game at snap-dragon, and when fingers enough were burned with that, and all the raisins were gone, they sat down by the huge fire of blazing logs to a substantial supper, and a mighty bowl of @@ -22152,12 +22084,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger sound, that were perfectly irresistible. </p> <p> - ‘This,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking round him, ‘this is, indeed, comfort.’ - ‘Our invariable custom,’ replied Mr. Wardle. ‘Everybody sits down with us - on Christmas Eve, as you see them now—servants and all; and here we + ‘This,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking round him, ‘this is, indeed, comfort.’ + ‘Our invariable custom,’ replied Mr. Wardle. ‘Everybody sits down with us + on Christmas Eve, as you see them now—servants and all; and here we wait, until the clock strikes twelve, to usher Christmas in, and beguile the time with forfeits and old stories. Trundle, my boy, rake up the - fire.’ + fire.’ </p> <p> Up flew the bright sparks in myriads as the logs were stirred. The deep @@ -22165,43 +22097,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of the room, and cast its cheerful tint on every face. </p> <p> - ‘Come,’ said Wardle, ‘a song—a Christmas song! I’ll give you one, in - default of a better.’ + ‘Come,’ said Wardle, ‘a song—a Christmas song! I’ll give you one, in + default of a better.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bravo!’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Bravo!’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Fill up,’ cried Wardle. ‘It will be two hours, good, before you see the + ‘Fill up,’ cried Wardle. ‘It will be two hours, good, before you see the bottom of the bowl through the deep rich colour of the wassail; fill up - all round, and now for the song.’ + all round, and now for the song.’ </p> <p> Thus saying, the merry old gentleman, in a good, round, sturdy voice, - commenced without more ado— + commenced without more ado— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> A CHRISTMAS CAROL - ‘I care not for Spring; on his fickle wing + ‘I care not for Spring; on his fickle wing Let the blossoms and buds be borne; He woos them amain with his treacherous rain, And he scatters them ere the morn. An inconstant elf, he knows not himself, Nor his own changing mind an hour, - He’ll smile in your face, and, with wry grimace, - He’ll wither your youngest flower. + He’ll smile in your face, and, with wry grimace, + He’ll wither your youngest flower. - ‘Let the Summer sun to his bright home run, + ‘Let the Summer sun to his bright home run, He shall never be sought by me; - When he’s dimmed by a cloud I can laugh aloud + When he’s dimmed by a cloud I can laugh aloud And care not how sulky he be! For his darling child is the madness wild - That sports in fierce fever’s train; - And when love is too strong, it don’t last long, + That sports in fierce fever’s train; + And when love is too strong, it don’t last long, As many have found to their pain. - ‘A mild harvest night, by the tranquil light + ‘A mild harvest night, by the tranquil light Of the modest and gentle moon, Has a far sweeter sheen for me, I ween, Than the broad and unblushing noon. @@ -22210,80 +22142,80 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger So let Autumn air be never so fair, It by no means agrees with me. - ‘But my song I troll out, for <i>Christmas </i>Stout, + ‘But my song I troll out, for <i>Christmas </i>Stout, The hearty, the true, and the bold; A bumper I drain, and with might and main Give three cheers for this Christmas old! - We’ll usher him in with a merry din + We’ll usher him in with a merry din That shall gladden his joyous heart, - And we’ll keep him up, while there’s bite or sup, - And in fellowship good, we’ll part. - ‘In his fine honest pride, he scorns to hide + And we’ll keep him up, while there’s bite or sup, + And in fellowship good, we’ll part. + ‘In his fine honest pride, he scorns to hide One jot of his hard-weather scars; - They’re no disgrace, for there’s much the same trace + They’re no disgrace, for there’s much the same trace On the cheeks of our bravest tars. Then again I sing till the roof doth ring - And it echoes from wall to wall— + And it echoes from wall to wall— To the stout old wight, fair welcome to-night, - As the King of the Seasons all!’ + As the King of the Seasons all!’ </pre> <p> - This song was tumultuously applauded—for friends and dependents make - a capital audience—and the poor relations, especially, were in + This song was tumultuously applauded—for friends and dependents make + a capital audience—and the poor relations, especially, were in perfect ecstasies of rapture. Again was the fire replenished, and again went the wassail round. </p> <p> - ‘How it snows!’ said one of the men, in a low tone. + ‘How it snows!’ said one of the men, in a low tone. </p> <p> - ‘Snows, does it?’ said Wardle. + ‘Snows, does it?’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Rough, cold night, Sir,’ replied the man; ‘and there’s a wind got up, - that drifts it across the fields, in a thick white cloud.’ + ‘Rough, cold night, Sir,’ replied the man; ‘and there’s a wind got up, + that drifts it across the fields, in a thick white cloud.’ </p> <p> - ‘What does Jem say?’ inquired the old lady. ‘There ain’t anything the - matter, is there?’ + ‘What does Jem say?’ inquired the old lady. ‘There ain’t anything the + matter, is there?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no, mother,’ replied Wardle; ‘he says there’s a snowdrift, and a wind - that’s piercing cold. I should know that, by the way it rumbles in the - chimney.’ + ‘No, no, mother,’ replied Wardle; ‘he says there’s a snowdrift, and a wind + that’s piercing cold. I should know that, by the way it rumbles in the + chimney.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said the old lady, ‘there was just such a wind, and just such a fall - of snow, a good many years back, I recollect—just five years before + ‘Ah!’ said the old lady, ‘there was just such a wind, and just such a fall + of snow, a good many years back, I recollect—just five years before your poor father died. It was a Christmas Eve, too; and I remember that on that very night he told us the story about the goblins that carried away - old Gabriel Grub.’ + old Gabriel Grub.’ </p> <p> - ‘The story about what?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘The story about what?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, nothing, nothing,’ replied Wardle. ‘About an old sexton, that the - good people down here suppose to have been carried away by goblins.’ + ‘Oh, nothing, nothing,’ replied Wardle. ‘About an old sexton, that the + good people down here suppose to have been carried away by goblins.’ </p> <p> - ‘Suppose!’ ejaculated the old lady. ‘Is there anybody hardy enough to - disbelieve it? Suppose! Haven’t you heard ever since you were a child, - that he <i>was </i>carried away by the goblins, and don’t you know he - was?’ + ‘Suppose!’ ejaculated the old lady. ‘Is there anybody hardy enough to + disbelieve it? Suppose! Haven’t you heard ever since you were a child, + that he <i>was </i>carried away by the goblins, and don’t you know he + was?’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well, mother, he was, if you like,’ said Wardle laughing. ‘He <i>was</i> - carried away by goblins, Pickwick; and there’s an end of the matter.’ + ‘Very well, mother, he was, if you like,’ said Wardle laughing. ‘He <i>was</i> + carried away by goblins, Pickwick; and there’s an end of the matter.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘not an end of it, I assure you; for I must - hear how, and why, and all about it.’ + ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘not an end of it, I assure you; for I must + hear how, and why, and all about it.’ </p> <p> Wardle smiled, as every head was bent forward to hear, and filling out the wassail with no stinted hand, nodded a health to Mr. Pickwick, and began - as follows— + as follows— </p> <p> But bless our editorial heart, what a long chapter we have been betrayed @@ -22303,10 +22235,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger CHAPTER XXIX. THE STORY OF THE GOBLINS WHO STOLE A SEXTON </h2> <p class="pfirst"> - <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">’ I</span>n an old abbey - town, down in this part of the country, a long, long while ago—so + <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">’ I</span>n an old abbey + town, down in this part of the country, a long, long while ago—so long, that the story must be a true one, because our great-grandfathers - implicitly believed it—there officiated as sexton and grave-digger + implicitly believed it—there officiated as sexton and grave-digger in the churchyard, one Gabriel Grub. It by no means follows that because a man is a sexton, and constantly surrounded by the emblems of mortality, therefore he should be a morose and melancholy man; your undertakers are @@ -22315,22 +22247,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger comical and jocose a little fellow as ever chirped out a devil-may-care song, without a hitch in his memory, or drained off a good stiff glass without stopping for breath. But notwithstanding these precedents to the - contrary, Gabriel Grub was an ill-conditioned, cross-grained, surly fellow—a + contrary, Gabriel Grub was an ill-conditioned, cross-grained, surly fellow—a morose and lonely man, who consorted with nobody but himself, and an old - wicker bottle which fitted into his large deep waistcoat pocket—and + wicker bottle which fitted into his large deep waistcoat pocket—and who eyed each merry face, as it passed him by, with such a deep scowl of malice and ill-humour, as it was difficult to meet without feeling something the worse for. </p> <p> - ‘A little before twilight, one Christmas Eve, Gabriel shouldered his + ‘A little before twilight, one Christmas Eve, Gabriel shouldered his spade, lighted his lantern, and betook himself towards the old churchyard; for he had got a grave to finish by next morning, and, feeling very low, he thought it might raise his spirits, perhaps, if he went on with his work at once. As he went his way, up the ancient street, he saw the cheerful light of the blazing fires gleam through the old casements, and heard the loud laugh and the cheerful shouts of those who were assembled - around them; he marked the bustling preparations for next day’s cheer, and + around them; he marked the bustling preparations for next day’s cheer, and smelled the numerous savoury odours consequent thereupon, as they steamed up from the kitchen windows in clouds. All this was gall and wormwood to the heart of Gabriel Grub; and when groups of children bounded out of the @@ -22343,7 +22275,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger besides. </p> <p> - ‘In this happy frame of mind, Gabriel strode along, returning a short, + ‘In this happy frame of mind, Gabriel strode along, returning a short, sullen growl to the good-humoured greetings of such of his neighbours as now and then passed him, until he turned into the dark lane which led to the churchyard. Now, Gabriel had been looking forward to reaching the dark @@ -22371,17 +22303,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/0546.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘He took off his coat, set down his lantern, and getting into the + ‘He took off his coat, set down his lantern, and getting into the unfinished grave, worked at it for an hour or so with right good-will. But the earth was hardened with the frost, and it was no very easy matter to break it up, and shovel it out; and although there was a moon, it was a very young one, and shed little light upon the grave, which was in the shadow of the church. At any other time, these obstacles would have made Gabriel Grub very moody and miserable, but he was so well pleased with - having stopped the small boy’s singing, that he took little heed of the + having stopped the small boy’s singing, that he took little heed of the scanty progress he had made, and looked down into the grave, when he had finished work for the night, with grim satisfaction, murmuring as he - gathered up his things— + gathered up his things— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> Brave lodgings for one, brave lodgings for one, @@ -22392,15 +22324,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Brave lodgings for one, these, in holy ground! </pre> <p> - ‘“Ho! ho!” laughed Gabriel Grub, as he sat himself down on a flat + ‘“Ho! ho!” laughed Gabriel Grub, as he sat himself down on a flat tombstone which was a favourite resting-place of his, and drew forth his - wicker bottle. “A coffin at Christmas! A Christmas box! Ho! ho! ho!” + wicker bottle. “A coffin at Christmas! A Christmas box! Ho! ho! ho!” </p> <p> - ‘“Ho! ho! ho!” repeated a voice which sounded close behind him. + ‘“Ho! ho! ho!” repeated a voice which sounded close behind him. </p> <p> - ‘Gabriel paused, in some alarm, in the act of raising the wicker bottle to + ‘Gabriel paused, in some alarm, in the act of raising the wicker bottle to his lips, and looked round. The bottom of the oldest grave about him was not more still and quiet than the churchyard in the pale moonlight. The cold hoar frost glistened on the tombstones, and sparkled like rows of @@ -22412,18 +22344,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger all was so cold and still. </p> <p> - ‘“It was the echoes,” said Gabriel Grub, raising the bottle to his lips + ‘“It was the echoes,” said Gabriel Grub, raising the bottle to his lips again. </p> <p> - ‘“It was <i>not</i>,” said a deep voice. + ‘“It was <i>not</i>,” said a deep voice. </p> <p> - ‘Gabriel started up, and stood rooted to the spot with astonishment and + ‘Gabriel started up, and stood rooted to the spot with astonishment and terror; for his eyes rested on a form that made his blood run cold. </p> <p> - ‘Seated on an upright tombstone, close to him, was a strange, unearthly + ‘Seated on an upright tombstone, close to him, was a strange, unearthly figure, whom Gabriel felt at once, was no being of this world. His long, fantastic legs which might have reached the ground, were cocked up, and crossed after a quaint, fantastic fashion; his sinewy arms were bare; and @@ -22439,127 +22371,127 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a grin as only a goblin could call up. </p> <p> - ‘“It was <i>not </i>the echoes,” said the goblin. + ‘“It was <i>not </i>the echoes,” said the goblin. </p> <p> - ‘Gabriel Grub was paralysed, and could make no reply. + ‘Gabriel Grub was paralysed, and could make no reply. </p> <p> - ‘“What do you do here on Christmas Eve?” said the goblin sternly. + ‘“What do you do here on Christmas Eve?” said the goblin sternly. </p> <p> - ‘“I came to dig a grave, Sir,” stammered Gabriel Grub. + ‘“I came to dig a grave, Sir,” stammered Gabriel Grub. </p> <p> - ‘“What man wanders among graves and churchyards on such a night as this?” + ‘“What man wanders among graves and churchyards on such a night as this?” cried the goblin. </p> <p> - ‘“Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!” screamed a wild chorus of voices that - seemed to fill the churchyard. Gabriel looked fearfully round—nothing + ‘“Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!” screamed a wild chorus of voices that + seemed to fill the churchyard. Gabriel looked fearfully round—nothing was to be seen. </p> <p> - ‘“What have you got in that bottle?” said the goblin. + ‘“What have you got in that bottle?” said the goblin. </p> <p> - ‘“Hollands, sir,” replied the sexton, trembling more than ever; for he had + ‘“Hollands, sir,” replied the sexton, trembling more than ever; for he had bought it of the smugglers, and he thought that perhaps his questioner might be in the excise department of the goblins. </p> <p> - ‘“Who drinks Hollands alone, and in a churchyard, on such a night as - this?” said the goblin. + ‘“Who drinks Hollands alone, and in a churchyard, on such a night as + this?” said the goblin. </p> <p> - ‘“Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!” exclaimed the wild voices again. + ‘“Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!” exclaimed the wild voices again. </p> <p> - ‘The goblin leered maliciously at the terrified sexton, and then raising - his voice, exclaimed— + ‘The goblin leered maliciously at the terrified sexton, and then raising + his voice, exclaimed— </p> <p> - ‘“And who, then, is our fair and lawful prize?” + ‘“And who, then, is our fair and lawful prize?” </p> <p> - ‘To this inquiry the invisible chorus replied, in a strain that sounded + ‘To this inquiry the invisible chorus replied, in a strain that sounded like the voices of many choristers singing to the mighty swell of the old - church organ—a strain that seemed borne to the sexton’s ears upon a + church organ—a strain that seemed borne to the sexton’s ears upon a wild wind, and to die away as it passed onward; but the burden of the - reply was still the same, “Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!” + reply was still the same, “Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!” </p> <p> - ‘The goblin grinned a broader grin than before, as he said, “Well, - Gabriel, what do you say to this?” + ‘The goblin grinned a broader grin than before, as he said, “Well, + Gabriel, what do you say to this?” </p> <p> - ‘The sexton gasped for breath. + ‘The sexton gasped for breath. </p> <p> - ‘“What do you think of this, Gabriel?” said the goblin, kicking up his + ‘“What do you think of this, Gabriel?” said the goblin, kicking up his feet in the air on either side of the tombstone, and looking at the turned-up points with as much complacency as if he had been contemplating the most fashionable pair of Wellingtons in all Bond Street. </p> <p> - ‘“It’s—it’s—very curious, Sir,” replied the sexton, half dead - with fright; “very curious, and very pretty, but I think I’ll go back and - finish my work, Sir, if you please.” + ‘“It’s—it’s—very curious, Sir,” replied the sexton, half dead + with fright; “very curious, and very pretty, but I think I’ll go back and + finish my work, Sir, if you please.” </p> <p> - ‘“Work!” said the goblin, “what work?” + ‘“Work!” said the goblin, “what work?” </p> <p> - ‘“The grave, Sir; making the grave,” stammered the sexton. + ‘“The grave, Sir; making the grave,” stammered the sexton. </p> <p> - ‘“Oh, the grave, eh?” said the goblin; “who makes graves at a time when - all other men are merry, and takes a pleasure in it?” + ‘“Oh, the grave, eh?” said the goblin; “who makes graves at a time when + all other men are merry, and takes a pleasure in it?” </p> <p> - ‘Again the mysterious voices replied, “Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!” + ‘Again the mysterious voices replied, “Gabriel Grub! Gabriel Grub!” </p> <p> - ‘“I am afraid my friends want you, Gabriel,” said the goblin, thrusting - his tongue farther into his cheek than ever—and a most astonishing - tongue it was—“I’m afraid my friends want you, Gabriel,” said the + ‘“I am afraid my friends want you, Gabriel,” said the goblin, thrusting + his tongue farther into his cheek than ever—and a most astonishing + tongue it was—“I’m afraid my friends want you, Gabriel,” said the goblin. </p> <p> - ‘“Under favour, Sir,” replied the horror-stricken sexton, “I don’t think - they can, Sir; they don’t know me, Sir; I don’t think the gentlemen have - ever seen me, Sir.” + ‘“Under favour, Sir,” replied the horror-stricken sexton, “I don’t think + they can, Sir; they don’t know me, Sir; I don’t think the gentlemen have + ever seen me, Sir.” </p> <p> - ‘“Oh, yes, they have,” replied the goblin; “we know the man with the sulky + ‘“Oh, yes, they have,” replied the goblin; “we know the man with the sulky face and grim scowl, that came down the street to-night, throwing his evil looks at the children, and grasping his burying-spade the tighter. We know the man who struck the boy in the envious malice of his heart, because the - boy could be merry, and he could not. We know him, we know him.” + boy could be merry, and he could not. We know him, we know him.” </p> <p> - ‘Here, the goblin gave a loud, shrill laugh, which the echoes returned + ‘Here, the goblin gave a loud, shrill laugh, which the echoes returned twentyfold; and throwing his legs up in the air, stood upon his head, or rather upon the very point of his sugar-loaf hat, on the narrow edge of the tombstone, whence he threw a Somerset with extraordinary agility, - right to the sexton’s feet, at which he planted himself in the attitude in + right to the sexton’s feet, at which he planted himself in the attitude in which tailors generally sit upon the shop-board. </p> <p> - ‘“I—I—am afraid I must leave you, Sir,” said the sexton, + ‘“I—I—am afraid I must leave you, Sir,” said the sexton, making an effort to move. </p> <p> - ‘“Leave us!” said the goblin, “Gabriel Grub going to leave us. Ho! ho! - ho!” + ‘“Leave us!” said the goblin, “Gabriel Grub going to leave us. Ho! ho! + ho!” </p> <p> - ‘As the goblin laughed, the sexton observed, for one instant, a brilliant + ‘As the goblin laughed, the sexton observed, for one instant, a brilliant illumination within the windows of the church, as if the whole building were lighted up; it disappeared, the organ pealed forth a lively air, and whole troops of goblins, the very counterpart of the first one, poured into the churchyard, and began playing at leap-frog with the tombstones, - never stopping for an instant to take breath, but “overing” the highest + never stopping for an instant to take breath, but “overing” the highest among them, one after the other, with the most marvellous dexterity. The first goblin was a most astonishing leaper, and none of the others could come near him; even in the extremity of his terror the sexton could not @@ -22569,17 +22501,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger street-posts. </p> <p> - ‘At last the game reached to a most exciting pitch; the organ played + ‘At last the game reached to a most exciting pitch; the organ played quicker and quicker, and the goblins leaped faster and faster, coiling themselves up, rolling head over heels upon the ground, and bounding over - the tombstones like footballs. The sexton’s brain whirled round with the + the tombstones like footballs. The sexton’s brain whirled round with the rapidity of the motion he beheld, and his legs reeled beneath him, as the spirits flew before his eyes; when the goblin king, suddenly darting towards him, laid his hand upon his collar, and sank with him through the earth. </p> <p> - ‘When Gabriel Grub had had time to fetch his breath, which the rapidity of + ‘When Gabriel Grub had had time to fetch his breath, which the rapidity of his descent had for the moment taken away, he found himself in what appeared to be a large cavern, surrounded on all sides by crowds of goblins, ugly and grim; in the centre of the room, on an elevated seat, @@ -22587,22 +22519,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Gabriel Grub himself, without power of motion. </p> <p> - ‘“Cold to-night,” said the king of the goblins, “very cold. A glass of - something warm here!” + ‘“Cold to-night,” said the king of the goblins, “very cold. A glass of + something warm here!” </p> <p> - ‘At this command, half a dozen officious goblins, with a perpetual smile + ‘At this command, half a dozen officious goblins, with a perpetual smile upon their faces, whom Gabriel Grub imagined to be courtiers, on that account, hastily disappeared, and presently returned with a goblet of liquid fire, which they presented to the king. </p> <p> - ‘“Ah!” cried the goblin, whose cheeks and throat were transparent, as he - tossed down the flame, “this warms one, indeed! Bring a bumper of the - same, for Mr. Grub.” + ‘“Ah!” cried the goblin, whose cheeks and throat were transparent, as he + tossed down the flame, “this warms one, indeed! Bring a bumper of the + same, for Mr. Grub.” </p> <p> - ‘It was in vain for the unfortunate sexton to protest that he was not in + ‘It was in vain for the unfortunate sexton to protest that he was not in the habit of taking anything warm at night; one of the goblins held him while another poured the blazing liquid down his throat; the whole assembly screeched with laughter, as he coughed and choked, and wiped away @@ -22610,17 +22542,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger burning draught. </p> <p> - ‘“And now,” said the king, fantastically poking the taper corner of his - sugar-loaf hat into the sexton’s eye, and thereby occasioning him the most - exquisite pain; “and now, show the man of misery and gloom, a few of the - pictures from our own great storehouse!” + ‘“And now,” said the king, fantastically poking the taper corner of his + sugar-loaf hat into the sexton’s eye, and thereby occasioning him the most + exquisite pain; “and now, show the man of misery and gloom, a few of the + pictures from our own great storehouse!” </p> <p> - ‘As the goblin said this, a thick cloud which obscured the remoter end of + ‘As the goblin said this, a thick cloud which obscured the remoter end of the cavern rolled gradually away, and disclosed, apparently at a great distance, a small and scantily furnished, but neat and clean apartment. A crowd of little children were gathered round a bright fire, clinging to - their mother’s gown, and gambolling around her chair. The mother + their mother’s gown, and gambolling around her chair. The mother occasionally rose, and drew aside the window-curtain, as if to look for some expected object; a frugal meal was ready spread upon the table; and an elbow chair was placed near the fire. A knock was heard at the door; @@ -22633,7 +22565,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger seemed happiness and comfort. </p> <p> - ‘But a change came upon the view, almost imperceptibly. The scene was + ‘But a change came upon the view, almost imperceptibly. The scene was altered to a small bedroom, where the fairest and youngest child lay dying; the roses had fled from his cheek, and the light from his eye; and even as the sexton looked upon him with an interest he had never felt or @@ -22646,7 +22578,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Heaven. </p> <p> - ‘Again the light cloud passed across the picture, and again the subject + ‘Again the light cloud passed across the picture, and again the subject changed. The father and mother were old and helpless now, and the number of those about them was diminished more than half; but content and cheerfulness sat on every face, and beamed in every eye, as they crowded @@ -22659,19 +22591,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger despairing lamentations, for they knew that they should one day meet again; and once more they mixed with the busy world, and their content and cheerfulness were restored. The cloud settled upon the picture, and - concealed it from the sexton’s view. + concealed it from the sexton’s view. </p> <p> - ‘“What do you think of <i>that</i>?” said the goblin, turning his large + ‘“What do you think of <i>that</i>?” said the goblin, turning his large face towards Gabriel Grub. </p> <p> - ‘Gabriel murmured out something about its being very pretty, and looked + ‘Gabriel murmured out something about its being very pretty, and looked somewhat ashamed, as the goblin bent his fiery eyes upon him. </p> <p> - ‘“You a miserable man!” said the goblin, in a tone of excessive contempt. - “You!” He appeared disposed to add more, but indignation choked his + ‘“You a miserable man!” said the goblin, in a tone of excessive contempt. + “You!” He appeared disposed to add more, but indignation choked his utterance, so he lifted up one of his very pliable legs, and, flourishing it above his head a little, to insure his aim, administered a good sound kick to Gabriel Grub; immediately after which, all the goblins in waiting @@ -22680,11 +22612,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger whom royalty kicks, and hug whom royalty hugs. </p> <p> - ‘“Show him some more!” said the king of the goblins. + ‘“Show him some more!” said the king of the goblins. </p> <p> - ‘At these words, the cloud was dispelled, and a rich and beautiful - landscape was disclosed to view—there is just such another, to this + ‘At these words, the cloud was dispelled, and a rich and beautiful + landscape was disclosed to view—there is just such another, to this day, within half a mile of the old abbey town. The sun shone from out the clear blue sky, the water sparkled beneath his rays, and the trees looked greener, and the flowers more gay, beneath its cheering influence. The @@ -22699,15 +22631,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger brightness and splendour. </p> <p> - ‘“<i>You </i>a miserable man!” said the king of the goblins, in a more + ‘“<i>You </i>a miserable man!” said the king of the goblins, in a more contemptuous tone than before. And again the king of the goblins gave his leg a flourish; again it descended on the shoulders of the sexton; and again the attendant goblins imitated the example of their chief. </p> <p> - ‘Many a time the cloud went and came, and many a lesson it taught to + ‘Many a time the cloud went and came, and many a lesson it taught to Gabriel Grub, who, although his shoulders smarted with pain from the - frequent applications of the goblins’ feet thereunto, looked on with an + frequent applications of the goblins’ feet thereunto, looked on with an interest that nothing could diminish. He saw that men who worked hard, and earned their scanty bread with lives of labour, were cheerful and happy; and that to the most ignorant, the sweet face of Nature was a @@ -22716,7 +22648,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and superior to suffering, that would have crushed many of a rougher grain, because they bore within their own bosoms the materials of happiness, contentment, and peace. He saw that women, the tenderest and - most fragile of all God’s creatures, were the oftenest superior to sorrow, + most fragile of all God’s creatures, were the oftenest superior to sorrow, adversity, and distress; and he saw that it was because they bore, in their own hearts, an inexhaustible well-spring of affection and devotion. Above all, he saw that men like himself, who snarled at the mirth and @@ -22729,10 +22661,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger disappeared, he sank to sleep. </p> <p> - ‘The day had broken when Gabriel Grub awoke, and found himself lying at + ‘The day had broken when Gabriel Grub awoke, and found himself lying at full length on the flat gravestone in the churchyard, with the wicker bottle lying empty by his side, and his coat, spade, and lantern, all well - whitened by the last night’s frost, scattered on the ground. The stone on + whitened by the last night’s frost, scattered on the ground. The stone on which he had first seen the goblin seated, stood bolt upright before him, and the grave at which he had worked, the night before, was not far off. At first, he began to doubt the reality of his adventures, but the acute @@ -22746,14 +22678,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his coat, put it on, and turned his face towards the town. </p> <p> - ‘But he was an altered man, and he could not bear the thought of returning + ‘But he was an altered man, and he could not bear the thought of returning to a place where his repentance would be scoffed at, and his reformation disbelieved. He hesitated for a few moments; and then turned away to wander where he might, and seek his bread elsewhere. </p> <p> - ‘The lantern, the spade, and the wicker bottle were found, that day, in - the churchyard. There were a great many speculations about the sexton’s + ‘The lantern, the spade, and the wicker bottle were found, that day, in + the churchyard. There were a great many speculations about the sexton’s fate, at first, but it was speedily determined that he had been carried away by the goblins; and there were not wanting some very credible witnesses who had distinctly seen him whisked through the air on the back @@ -22765,7 +22697,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger himself in the churchyard, a year or two afterwards. </p> <p> - ‘Unfortunately, these stories were somewhat disturbed by the unlooked-for + ‘Unfortunately, these stories were somewhat disturbed by the unlooked-for reappearance of Gabriel Grub himself, some ten years afterwards, a ragged, contented, rheumatic old man. He told his story to the clergyman, and also to the mayor; and in course of time it began to be received as a matter of @@ -22775,15 +22707,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger wise as they could, shrugged their shoulders, touched their foreheads, and murmured something about Gabriel Grub having drunk all the Hollands, and then fallen asleep on the flat tombstone; and they affected to explain - what he supposed he had witnessed in the goblin’s cavern, by saying that + what he supposed he had witnessed in the goblin’s cavern, by saying that he had seen the world, and grown wiser. But this opinion, which was by no means a popular one at any time, gradually died off; and be the matter how it may, as Gabriel Grub was afflicted with rheumatism to the end of his - days, this story has at least one moral, if it teach no better one—and + days, this story has at least one moral, if it teach no better one—and that is, that if a man turn sulky and drink by himself at Christmas time, he may make up his mind to be not a bit the better for it: let the spirits be never so good, or let them be even as many degrees beyond proof, as - those which Gabriel Grub saw in the goblin’s cavern.’ + those which Gabriel Grub saw in the goblin’s cavern.’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20008m.jpg" alt="20008m " /><br /> @@ -22811,89 +22743,89 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger CONCLUSION </h2> <p class="pfirst"> - <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>ell, Sam,’ said + <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>ell, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as that favoured servitor entered his bed-chamber, with his - warm water, on the morning of Christmas Day, ‘still frosty?’ + warm water, on the morning of Christmas Day, ‘still frosty?’ </p> <p> - ‘Water in the wash-hand basin’s a mask o’ ice, Sir,’ responded Sam. + ‘Water in the wash-hand basin’s a mask o’ ice, Sir,’ responded Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Severe weather, Sam,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Severe weather, Sam,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Fine time for them as is well wropped up, as the Polar bear said to - himself, ven he was practising his skating,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Fine time for them as is well wropped up, as the Polar bear said to + himself, ven he was practising his skating,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I shall be down in a quarter of an hour, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, untying + ‘I shall be down in a quarter of an hour, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, untying his nightcap. </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘There’s a couple o’ sawbones downstairs.’ + ‘Wery good, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘There’s a couple o’ sawbones downstairs.’ </p> <p> - ‘A couple of what!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sitting up in bed. + ‘A couple of what!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sitting up in bed. </p> <p> - ‘A couple o’ sawbones,’ said Sam. + ‘A couple o’ sawbones,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘What’s a sawbones?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, not quite certain whether it + ‘What’s a sawbones?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, not quite certain whether it was a live animal, or something to eat. </p> <p> - ‘What! Don’t you know what a sawbones is, sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller. ‘I - thought everybody know’d as a sawbones was a surgeon.’ + ‘What! Don’t you know what a sawbones is, sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller. ‘I + thought everybody know’d as a sawbones was a surgeon.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, a surgeon, eh?’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. + ‘Oh, a surgeon, eh?’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. </p> <p> - ‘Just that, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘These here ones as is below, though, ain’t - reg’lar thoroughbred sawbones; they’re only in trainin’.’ + ‘Just that, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘These here ones as is below, though, ain’t + reg’lar thoroughbred sawbones; they’re only in trainin’.’ </p> <p> - In other words they’re medical students, I suppose?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + In other words they’re medical students, I suppose?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Sam Weller nodded assent. </p> <p> - ‘I am glad of it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, casting his nightcap energetically - on the counterpane. ‘They are fine fellows—very fine fellows; with + ‘I am glad of it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, casting his nightcap energetically + on the counterpane. ‘They are fine fellows—very fine fellows; with judgments matured by observation and reflection; and tastes refined by - reading and study. I am very glad of it.’ + reading and study. I am very glad of it.’ </p> <p> - ‘They’re a-smokin’ cigars by the kitchen fire,’ said Sam. + ‘They’re a-smokin’ cigars by the kitchen fire,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ observed Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his hands, ‘overflowing with kindly - feelings and animal spirits. Just what I like to see.’ + ‘Ah!’ observed Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his hands, ‘overflowing with kindly + feelings and animal spirits. Just what I like to see.’ </p> <p> - And one on ‘em,’ said Sam, not noticing his master’s interruption, ‘one on - ‘em’s got his legs on the table, and is a-drinking brandy neat, vile the - t’other one—him in the barnacles—has got a barrel o’ oysters - atween his knees, which he’s a-openin’ like steam, and as fast as he eats - ‘em, he takes a aim vith the shells at young dropsy, who’s a sittin’ down - fast asleep, in the chimbley corner.’ + And one on ‘em,’ said Sam, not noticing his master’s interruption, ‘one on + ‘em’s got his legs on the table, and is a-drinking brandy neat, vile the + t’other one—him in the barnacles—has got a barrel o’ oysters + atween his knees, which he’s a-openin’ like steam, and as fast as he eats + ‘em, he takes a aim vith the shells at young dropsy, who’s a sittin’ down + fast asleep, in the chimbley corner.’ </p> <p> - ‘Eccentricities of genius, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘You may retire.’ + ‘Eccentricities of genius, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘You may retire.’ </p> <p> Sam did retire accordingly. Mr. Pickwick at the expiration of the quarter of an hour, went down to breakfast. </p> <p> - ‘Here he is at last!’ said old Mr. Wardle. ‘Pickwick, this is Miss Allen’s + ‘Here he is at last!’ said old Mr. Wardle. ‘Pickwick, this is Miss Allen’s brother, Mr. Benjamin Allen. Ben we call him, and so may you, if you like. - This gentleman is his very particular friend, Mr.—’ + This gentleman is his very particular friend, Mr.—’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Bob Sawyer,’ interposed Mr. Benjamin Allen; whereupon Mr. Bob Sawyer + ‘Mr. Bob Sawyer,’ interposed Mr. Benjamin Allen; whereupon Mr. Bob Sawyer and Mr. Benjamin Allen laughed in concert. </p> <p> @@ -22932,105 +22864,105 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his seat at the breakfast-table on Christmas morning. </p> <p> - ‘Splendid morning, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Splendid morning, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Mr. Bob Sawyer slightly nodded his assent to the proposition, and asked Mr. Benjamin Allen for the mustard. </p> <p> - ‘Have you come far this morning, gentlemen?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Have you come far this morning, gentlemen?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Blue Lion at Muggleton,’ briefly responded Mr. Allen. + ‘Blue Lion at Muggleton,’ briefly responded Mr. Allen. </p> <p> - ‘You should have joined us last night,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You should have joined us last night,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘So we should,’ replied Bob Sawyer, ‘but the brandy was too good to leave - in a hurry; wasn’t it, Ben?’ + ‘So we should,’ replied Bob Sawyer, ‘but the brandy was too good to leave + in a hurry; wasn’t it, Ben?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen; ‘and the cigars were not bad, or the - pork-chops either; were they, Bob?’ + ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen; ‘and the cigars were not bad, or the + pork-chops either; were they, Bob?’ </p> <p> - ‘Decidedly not,’ said Bob. The particular friends resumed their attack + ‘Decidedly not,’ said Bob. The particular friends resumed their attack upon the breakfast, more freely than before, as if the recollection of - last night’s supper had imparted a new relish to the meal. + last night’s supper had imparted a new relish to the meal. </p> <p> - ‘Peg away, Bob,’ said Mr. Allen, to his companion, encouragingly. + ‘Peg away, Bob,’ said Mr. Allen, to his companion, encouragingly. </p> <p> - ‘So I do,’ replied Bob Sawyer. And so, to do him justice, he did. + ‘So I do,’ replied Bob Sawyer. And so, to do him justice, he did. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing like dissecting, to give one an appetite,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, + ‘Nothing like dissecting, to give one an appetite,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, looking round the table. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick slightly shuddered. </p> <p> - ‘By the bye, Bob,’ said Mr. Allen, ‘have you finished that leg yet?’ + ‘By the bye, Bob,’ said Mr. Allen, ‘have you finished that leg yet?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nearly,’ replied Sawyer, helping himself to half a fowl as he spoke. - ‘It’s a very muscular one for a child’s.’ + ‘Nearly,’ replied Sawyer, helping himself to half a fowl as he spoke. + ‘It’s a very muscular one for a child’s.’ </p> <p> - Is it?’ inquired Mr. Allen carelessly. + Is it?’ inquired Mr. Allen carelessly. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said Bob Sawyer, with his mouth full. + ‘Very,’ said Bob Sawyer, with his mouth full. </p> <p> - ‘I’ve put my name down for an arm at our place,’ said Mr. Allen. ‘We’re - clubbing for a subject, and the list is nearly full, only we can’t get - hold of any fellow that wants a head. I wish you’d take it.’ + ‘I’ve put my name down for an arm at our place,’ said Mr. Allen. ‘We’re + clubbing for a subject, and the list is nearly full, only we can’t get + hold of any fellow that wants a head. I wish you’d take it.’ </p> <p> - ‘No,’ replied ‘Bob Sawyer; ‘can’t afford expensive luxuries.’ + ‘No,’ replied ‘Bob Sawyer; ‘can’t afford expensive luxuries.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense!’ said Allen. + ‘Nonsense!’ said Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Can’t, indeed,’ rejoined Bob Sawyer, ‘I wouldn’t mind a brain, but I - couldn’t stand a whole head.’ + ‘Can’t, indeed,’ rejoined Bob Sawyer, ‘I wouldn’t mind a brain, but I + couldn’t stand a whole head.’ </p> <p> - Hush, hush, gentlemen, pray,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I hear the ladies.’ + Hush, hush, gentlemen, pray,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I hear the ladies.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Pickwick spoke, the ladies, gallantly escorted by Messrs. Snodgrass, Winkle, and Tupman, returned from an early walk. </p> <p> - ‘Why, Ben!’ said Arabella, in a tone which expressed more surprise than + ‘Why, Ben!’ said Arabella, in a tone which expressed more surprise than pleasure at the sight of her brother. </p> <p> - ‘Come to take you home to-morrow,’ replied Benjamin. + ‘Come to take you home to-morrow,’ replied Benjamin. </p> <p> Mr. Winkle turned pale. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t you see Bob Sawyer, Arabella?’ inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, + ‘Don’t you see Bob Sawyer, Arabella?’ inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, somewhat reproachfully. Arabella gracefully held out her hand, in - acknowledgment of Bob Sawyer’s presence. A thrill of hatred struck to Mr. - Winkle’s heart, as Bob Sawyer inflicted on the proffered hand a + acknowledgment of Bob Sawyer’s presence. A thrill of hatred struck to Mr. + Winkle’s heart, as Bob Sawyer inflicted on the proffered hand a perceptible squeeze. </p> <p> - ‘Ben, dear!’ said Arabella, blushing; ‘have—have—you been - introduced to Mr. Winkle?’ + ‘Ben, dear!’ said Arabella, blushing; ‘have—have—you been + introduced to Mr. Winkle?’ </p> <p> - ‘I have not been, but I shall be very happy to be, Arabella,’ replied her + ‘I have not been, but I shall be very happy to be, Arabella,’ replied her brother gravely. Here Mr. Allen bowed grimly to Mr. Winkle, while Mr. Winkle and Mr. Bob Sawyer glanced mutual distrust out of the corners of their eyes. @@ -23046,7 +22978,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger who, enlivened with the brandy, and the breakfast, and the talking, gradually ripened into a state of extreme facetiousness, and related with much glee an agreeable anecdote, about the removal of a tumour on some - gentleman’s head, which he illustrated by means of an oyster-knife and a + gentleman’s head, which he illustrated by means of an oyster-knife and a half-quartern loaf, to the great edification of the assembled company. Then the whole train went to church, where Mr. Benjamin Allen fell fast asleep; while Mr. Bob Sawyer abstracted his thoughts from worldly matters, @@ -23054,37 +22986,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger corpulent letters of four inches long. </p> <p> - ‘Now,’ said Wardle, after a substantial lunch, with the agreeable items of - strong beer and cherry-brandy, had been done ample justice to, ‘what say - you to an hour on the ice? We shall have plenty of time.’ + ‘Now,’ said Wardle, after a substantial lunch, with the agreeable items of + strong beer and cherry-brandy, had been done ample justice to, ‘what say + you to an hour on the ice? We shall have plenty of time.’ </p> <p> - ‘Capital!’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. + ‘Capital!’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Prime!’ ejaculated Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘Prime!’ ejaculated Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘You skate, of course, Winkle?’ said Wardle. + ‘You skate, of course, Winkle?’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Ye-yes; oh, yes,’ replied Mr. Winkle. ‘I—I—am <i>rather </i>out - of practice.’ + ‘Ye-yes; oh, yes,’ replied Mr. Winkle. ‘I—I—am <i>rather </i>out + of practice.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, <i>do</i> skate, Mr. Winkle,’ said Arabella. ‘I like to see it so - much.’ + ‘Oh, <i>do</i> skate, Mr. Winkle,’ said Arabella. ‘I like to see it so + much.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, it is <i>so</i> graceful,’ said another young lady. + ‘Oh, it is <i>so</i> graceful,’ said another young lady. </p> <p> A third young lady said it was elegant, and a fourth expressed her opinion - that it was ‘swan-like.’ + that it was ‘swan-like.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should be very happy, I’m sure,’ said Mr. Winkle, reddening; ‘but I - have no skates.’ + ‘I should be very happy, I’m sure,’ said Mr. Winkle, reddening; ‘but I + have no skates.’ </p> <p> This objection was at once overruled. Trundle had a couple of pair, and @@ -23114,79 +23046,79 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and Mr. Winkle was raised to his feet. </p> <p> - ‘Now, then, Sir,’ said Sam, in an encouraging tone; ‘off vith you, and - show ‘em how to do it.’ + ‘Now, then, Sir,’ said Sam, in an encouraging tone; ‘off vith you, and + show ‘em how to do it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Stop, Sam, stop!’ said Mr. Winkle, trembling violently, and clutching - hold of Sam’s arms with the grasp of a drowning man. ‘How slippery it is, - Sam!’ + ‘Stop, Sam, stop!’ said Mr. Winkle, trembling violently, and clutching + hold of Sam’s arms with the grasp of a drowning man. ‘How slippery it is, + Sam!’ </p> <p> - ‘Not an uncommon thing upon ice, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Hold up, Sir!’ + ‘Not an uncommon thing upon ice, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Hold up, Sir!’ </p> <p> - This last observation of Mr. Weller’s bore reference to a demonstration + This last observation of Mr. Weller’s bore reference to a demonstration Mr. Winkle made at the instant, of a frantic desire to throw his feet in the air, and dash the back of his head on the ice. </p> <p> - ‘These—these—are very awkward skates; ain’t they, Sam?’ + ‘These—these—are very awkward skates; ain’t they, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, staggering. </p> <p> - ‘I’m afeerd there’s a orkard gen’l’m’n in ‘em, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘I’m afeerd there’s a orkard gen’l’m’n in ‘em, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Winkle,’ cried Mr. Pickwick, quite unconscious that there was - anything the matter. ‘Come; the ladies are all anxiety.’ + ‘Now, Winkle,’ cried Mr. Pickwick, quite unconscious that there was + anything the matter. ‘Come; the ladies are all anxiety.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes,’ replied Mr. Winkle, with a ghastly smile. ‘I’m coming.’ + ‘Yes, yes,’ replied Mr. Winkle, with a ghastly smile. ‘I’m coming.’ </p> <p> - ‘Just a-goin’ to begin,’ said Sam, endeavouring to disengage himself. - ‘Now, Sir, start off!’ + ‘Just a-goin’ to begin,’ said Sam, endeavouring to disengage himself. + ‘Now, Sir, start off!’ </p> <p> - ‘Stop an instant, Sam,’ gasped Mr. Winkle, clinging most affectionately to - Mr. Weller. ‘I find I’ve got a couple of coats at home that I don’t want, - Sam. You may have them, Sam.’ + ‘Stop an instant, Sam,’ gasped Mr. Winkle, clinging most affectionately to + Mr. Weller. ‘I find I’ve got a couple of coats at home that I don’t want, + Sam. You may have them, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Thank’ee, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind touching your hat, Sam,’ said Mr. Winkle hastily. ‘You needn’t + ‘Never mind touching your hat, Sam,’ said Mr. Winkle hastily. ‘You needn’t take your hand away to do that. I meant to have given you five shillings - this morning for a Christmas box, Sam. I’ll give it you this afternoon, - Sam.’ + this morning for a Christmas box, Sam. I’ll give it you this afternoon, + Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re wery good, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘You’re wery good, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Just hold me at first, Sam; will you?’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘There—that’s + ‘Just hold me at first, Sam; will you?’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘There—that’s right. I shall soon get in the way of it, Sam. Not too fast, Sam; not too - fast.’ + fast.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle, stooping forward, with his body half doubled up, was being assisted over the ice by Mr. Weller, in a very singular and un-swan-like - manner, when Mr. Pickwick most innocently shouted from the opposite bank— + manner, when Mr. Pickwick most innocently shouted from the opposite bank— </p> <p> - ‘Sam!’ + ‘Sam!’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir?’ + ‘Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Here. I want you.’ + ‘Here. I want you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Let go, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘Don’t you hear the governor a-callin’? Let go, - sir.’ + ‘Let go, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘Don’t you hear the governor a-callin’? Let go, + sir.’ </p> <p> With a violent effort, Mr. Weller disengaged himself from the grasp of the @@ -23202,56 +23134,56 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger every lineament of his countenance. </p> <p> - ‘Are you hurt?’ inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety. + ‘Are you hurt?’ inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen, with great anxiety. </p> <p> - ‘Not much,’ said Mr. Winkle, rubbing his back very hard. + ‘Not much,’ said Mr. Winkle, rubbing his back very hard. </p> <p> - ‘I wish you’d let me bleed you,’ said Mr. Benjamin, with great eagerness. + ‘I wish you’d let me bleed you,’ said Mr. Benjamin, with great eagerness. </p> <p> - ‘No, thank you,’ replied Mr. Winkle hurriedly. + ‘No, thank you,’ replied Mr. Winkle hurriedly. </p> <p> - ‘I really think you had better,’ said Allen. + ‘I really think you had better,’ said Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Thank you,’ replied Mr. Winkle; ‘I’d rather not.’ + ‘Thank you,’ replied Mr. Winkle; ‘I’d rather not.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do <i>you </i>think, Mr. Pickwick?’ inquired Bob Sawyer. + ‘What do <i>you </i>think, Mr. Pickwick?’ inquired Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick was excited and indignant. He beckoned to Mr. Weller, and - said in a stern voice, ‘Take his skates off.’ + said in a stern voice, ‘Take his skates off.’ </p> <p> - ‘No; but really I had scarcely begun,’ remonstrated Mr. Winkle. + ‘No; but really I had scarcely begun,’ remonstrated Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Take his skates off,’ repeated Mr. Pickwick firmly. + ‘Take his skates off,’ repeated Mr. Pickwick firmly. </p> <p> The command was not to be resisted. Mr. Winkle allowed Sam to obey it, in silence. </p> <p> - ‘Lift him up,’ said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him to rise. + ‘Lift him up,’ said Mr. Pickwick. Sam assisted him to rise. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders; and, beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him, and uttered in a - low, but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable words— + low, but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable words— </p> <p> - ‘You’re a humbug, sir.’ + ‘You’re a humbug, sir.’ </p> <p> - A what?’ said Mr. Winkle, starting. + A what?’ said Mr. Winkle, starting. </p> <p> - ‘A humbug, Sir. I will speak plainer, if you wish it. An impostor, sir.’ + ‘A humbug, Sir. I will speak plainer, if you wish it. An impostor, sir.’ </p> <p> With those words, Mr. Pickwick turned slowly on his heel, and rejoined his @@ -23262,38 +23194,38 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Weller and the fat boy, having by their joint endeavours cut out a slide, were exercising themselves thereupon, in a very masterly and brilliant manner. Sam Weller, in particular, was displaying that beautiful - feat of fancy-sliding which is currently denominated ‘knocking at the - cobbler’s door,’ and which is achieved by skimming over the ice on one - foot, and occasionally giving a postman’s knock upon it with the other. It + feat of fancy-sliding which is currently denominated ‘knocking at the + cobbler’s door,’ and which is achieved by skimming over the ice on one + foot, and occasionally giving a postman’s knock upon it with the other. It was a good long slide, and there was something in the motion which Mr. Pickwick, who was very cold with standing still, could not help envying. </p> <p> - ‘It looks a nice warm exercise that, doesn’t it?’ he inquired of Wardle, + ‘It looks a nice warm exercise that, doesn’t it?’ he inquired of Wardle, when that gentleman was thoroughly out of breath, by reason of the indefatigable manner in which he had converted his legs into a pair of compasses, and drawn complicated problems on the ice. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, it does, indeed,’ replied Wardle. ‘Do you slide?’ + ‘Ah, it does, indeed,’ replied Wardle. ‘Do you slide?’ </p> <p> - ‘I used to do so, on the gutters, when I was a boy,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I used to do so, on the gutters, when I was a boy,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Try it now,’ said Wardle. + ‘Try it now,’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, do, please, Mr. Pickwick!’ cried all the ladies. + ‘Oh, do, please, Mr. Pickwick!’ cried all the ladies. </p> <p> - ‘I should be very happy to afford you any amusement,’ replied Mr. - Pickwick, ‘but I haven’t done such a thing these thirty years.’ + ‘I should be very happy to afford you any amusement,’ replied Mr. + Pickwick, ‘but I haven’t done such a thing these thirty years.’ </p> <p> - ‘Pooh! pooh! Nonsense!’ said Wardle, dragging off his skates with the - impetuosity which characterised all his proceedings. ‘Here; I’ll keep you - company; come along!’ And away went the good-tempered old fellow down the + ‘Pooh! pooh! Nonsense!’ said Wardle, dragging off his skates with the + impetuosity which characterised all his proceedings. ‘Here; I’ll keep you + company; come along!’ And away went the good-tempered old fellow down the slide, with a rapidity which came very close upon Mr. Weller, and beat the fat boy all to nothing. </p> @@ -23305,10 +23237,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the spectators. </p> <p> - ‘Keep the pot a-bilin’, Sir!’ said Sam; and down went Wardle again, and + ‘Keep the pot a-bilin’, Sir!’ said Sam; and down went Wardle again, and then Mr. Pickwick, and then Sam, and then Mr. Winkle, and then Mr. Bob Sawyer, and then the fat boy, and then Mr. Snodgrass, following closely - upon each other’s heels, and running after each other with as much + upon each other’s heels, and running after each other with as much eagerness as if their future prospects in life depended on their expedition. </p> @@ -23335,7 +23267,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was at the loudest, when a sharp smart crack was heard. There was a quick rush towards the bank, a wild scream from the ladies, and a shout from Mr. Tupman. A large mass of ice disappeared; the water bubbled up over it; Mr. - Pickwick’s hat, gloves, and handkerchief were floating on the surface; and + Pickwick’s hat, gloves, and handkerchief were floating on the surface; and this was all of Mr. Pickwick that anybody could see. </p> <p> @@ -23345,41 +23277,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with frenzied eagerness; while Mr. Tupman, by way of rendering the promptest assistance, and at the same time conveying to any persons who might be within hearing, the clearest possible notion of the catastrophe, - ran off across the country at his utmost speed, screaming ‘Fire!’ with all + ran off across the country at his utmost speed, screaming ‘Fire!’ with all his might. </p> <p> It was at this moment, when old Wardle and Sam Weller were approaching the hole with cautious steps, and Mr. Benjamin Allen was holding a hurried consultation with Mr. Bob Sawyer on the advisability of bleeding the - company generally, as an improving little bit of professional practice—it + company generally, as an improving little bit of professional practice—it was at this very moment, that a face, head, and shoulders, emerged from beneath the water, and disclosed the features and spectacles of Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Keep yourself up for an instant—for only one instant!’ bawled Mr. + ‘Keep yourself up for an instant—for only one instant!’ bawled Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, do; let me implore you—for my sake!’ roared Mr. Winkle, deeply + ‘Yes, do; let me implore you—for my sake!’ roared Mr. Winkle, deeply affected. The adjuration was rather unnecessary; the probability being, - that if Mr. Pickwick had declined to keep himself up for anybody else’s + that if Mr. Pickwick had declined to keep himself up for anybody else’s sake, it would have occurred to him that he might as well do so, for his own. </p> <p> - ‘Do you feel the bottom there, old fellow?’ said Wardle. + ‘Do you feel the bottom there, old fellow?’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, wringing the water from his head - and face, and gasping for breath. ‘I fell upon my back. I couldn’t get on - my feet at first.’ + ‘Yes, certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, wringing the water from his head + and face, and gasping for breath. ‘I fell upon my back. I couldn’t get on + my feet at first.’ </p> <p> - The clay upon so much of Mr. Pickwick’s coat as was yet visible, bore + The clay upon so much of Mr. Pickwick’s coat as was yet visible, bore testimony to the accuracy of this statement; and as the fears of the - spectators were still further relieved by the fat boy’s suddenly + spectators were still further relieved by the fat boy’s suddenly recollecting that the water was nowhere more than five feet deep, prodigies of valour were performed to get him out. After a vast quantity of splashing, and cracking, and struggling, Mr. Pickwick was at length @@ -23387,16 +23319,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger land. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, he’ll catch his death of cold,’ said Emily. + ‘Oh, he’ll catch his death of cold,’ said Emily. </p> <p> - ‘Dear old thing!’ said Arabella. ‘Let me wrap this shawl round you, Mr. - Pickwick.’ + ‘Dear old thing!’ said Arabella. ‘Let me wrap this shawl round you, Mr. + Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, that’s the best thing you can do,’ said Wardle; ‘and when you’ve got + ‘Ah, that’s the best thing you can do,’ said Wardle; ‘and when you’ve got it on, run home as fast as your legs can carry you, and jump into bed - directly.’ + directly.’ </p> <p> A dozen shawls were offered on the instant. Three or four of the thickest @@ -23412,8 +23344,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger reached the door of Manor Farm, where Mr. Tupman had arrived some five minutes before, and had frightened the old lady into palpitations of the heart by impressing her with the unalterable conviction that the kitchen - chimney was on fire—a calamity which always presented itself in - glowing colours to the old lady’s mind, when anybody about her evinced the + chimney was on fire—a calamity which always presented itself in + glowing colours to the old lady’s mind, when anybody about her evinced the smallest agitation. </p> <p> @@ -23431,47 +23363,47 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The jovial party broke up next morning. Breakings-up are capital things in our school-days, but in after life they are painful enough. Death, - self-interest, and fortune’s changes, are every day breaking up many a + self-interest, and fortune’s changes, are every day breaking up many a happy group, and scattering them far and wide; and the boys and girls never come back again. We do not mean to say that it was exactly the case in this particular instance; all we wish to inform the reader is, that the different members of the party dispersed to their several homes; that Mr. Pickwick and his friends once more took their seats on the top of the Muggleton coach; and that Arabella Allen repaired to her place of - destination, wherever it might have been—we dare say Mr. Winkle - knew, but we confess we don’t—under the care and guardianship of her + destination, wherever it might have been—we dare say Mr. Winkle + knew, but we confess we don’t—under the care and guardianship of her brother Benjamin, and his most intimate and particular friend, Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> Before they separated, however, that gentleman and Mr. Benjamin Allen drew Mr. Pickwick aside with an air of some mystery; and Mr. Bob Sawyer, - thrusting his forefinger between two of Mr. Pickwick’s ribs, and thereby + thrusting his forefinger between two of Mr. Pickwick’s ribs, and thereby displaying his native drollery, and his knowledge of the anatomy of the - human frame, at one and the same time, inquired— + human frame, at one and the same time, inquired— </p> <p> - ‘I say, old boy, where do you hang out?’ Mr. Pickwick replied that he was + ‘I say, old boy, where do you hang out?’ Mr. Pickwick replied that he was at present suspended at the George and Vulture. </p> <p> - ‘I wish you’d come and see me,’ said Bob Sawyer. + ‘I wish you’d come and see me,’ said Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing would give me greater pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Nothing would give me greater pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘There’s my lodgings,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, producing a card. ‘Lant - Street, Borough; it’s near Guy’s, and handy for me, you know. Little - distance after you’ve passed St. George’s Church—turns out of the - High Street on the right hand side the way.’ + ‘There’s my lodgings,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, producing a card. ‘Lant + Street, Borough; it’s near Guy’s, and handy for me, you know. Little + distance after you’ve passed St. George’s Church—turns out of the + High Street on the right hand side the way.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall find it,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I shall find it,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Come on Thursday fortnight, and bring the other chaps with you,’ said Mr. - Bob Sawyer; ‘I’m going to have a few medical fellows that night.’ + ‘Come on Thursday fortnight, and bring the other chaps with you,’ said Mr. + Bob Sawyer; ‘I’m going to have a few medical fellows that night.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick expressed the pleasure it would afford him to meet the @@ -23507,14 +23439,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger chambers, in and out of which, all the morning in vacation, and half the evening too in term time, there may be seen constantly hurrying with bundles of papers under their arms, and protruding from their pockets, an - almost uninterrupted succession of lawyers’ clerks. There are several - grades of lawyers’ clerks. There is the articled clerk, who has paid a - premium, and is an attorney in perspective, who runs a tailor’s bill, + almost uninterrupted succession of lawyers’ clerks. There are several + grades of lawyers’ clerks. There is the articled clerk, who has paid a + premium, and is an attorney in perspective, who runs a tailor’s bill, receives invitations to parties, knows a family in Gower Street, and another in Tavistock Square; who goes out of town every long vacation to see his father, who keeps live horses innumerable; and who is, in short, - the very aristocrat of clerks. There is the salaried clerk—out of - door, or in door, as the case may be—who devotes the major part of + the very aristocrat of clerks. There is the salaried clerk—out of + door, or in door, as the case may be—who devotes the major part of his thirty shillings a week to his Personal pleasure and adornments, repairs half-price to the Adelphi Theatre at least three times a week, dissipates majestically at the cider cellars afterwards, and is a dirty @@ -23522,7 +23454,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger middle-aged copying clerk, with a large family, who is always shabby, and often drunk. And there are the office lads in their first surtouts, who feel a befitting contempt for boys at day-schools, club as they go home at - night, for saveloys and porter, and think there’s nothing like ‘life.’ + night, for saveloys and porter, and think there’s nothing like ‘life.’ There are varieties of the genus, too numerous to recapitulate, but however numerous they may be, they are all to be seen, at certain regulated business hours, hurrying to and from the places we have just @@ -23532,7 +23464,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger These sequestered nooks are the public offices of the legal profession, where writs are issued, judgments signed, declarations filed, and numerous other ingenious machines put in motion for the torture and torment of His - Majesty’s liege subjects, and the comfort and emolument of the + Majesty’s liege subjects, and the comfort and emolument of the practitioners of the law. They are, for the most part, low-roofed, mouldy rooms, where innumerable rolls of parchment, which have been perspiring in secret for the last century, send forth an agreeable odour, which is @@ -23541,7 +23473,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the coarsest tallow candles. </p> <p> - About half-past seven o’clock in the evening, some ten days or a fortnight + About half-past seven o’clock in the evening, some ten days or a fortnight after Mr. Pickwick and his friends returned to London, there hurried into one of these offices, an individual in a brown coat and brass buttons, whose long hair was scrupulously twisted round the rim of his napless hat, @@ -23557,24 +23489,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The man in the brown coat, with the cabalistic documents in his pocket, was no other than our old acquaintance Mr. Jackson, of the house of Dodson - & Fogg, Freeman’s Court, Cornhill. Instead of returning to the office + & Fogg, Freeman’s Court, Cornhill. Instead of returning to the office whence he came, however, he bent his steps direct to Sun Court, and walking straight into the George and Vulture, demanded to know whether one Mr. Pickwick was within. </p> <p> - ‘Call Mr. Pickwick’s servant, Tom,’ said the barmaid of the George and + ‘Call Mr. Pickwick’s servant, Tom,’ said the barmaid of the George and Vulture. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t trouble yourself,’ said Mr. Jackson. ‘I’ve come on business. If - you’ll show me Mr. Pickwick’s room I’ll step up myself.’ + ‘Don’t trouble yourself,’ said Mr. Jackson. ‘I’ve come on business. If + you’ll show me Mr. Pickwick’s room I’ll step up myself.’ </p> <p> - ‘What name, Sir?’ said the waiter. + ‘What name, Sir?’ said the waiter. </p> <p> - ‘Jackson,’ replied the clerk. + ‘Jackson,’ replied the clerk. </p> <p> The waiter stepped upstairs to announce Mr. Jackson; but Mr. Jackson saved @@ -23587,79 +23519,79 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger himself, as above described. </p> <p> - ‘How de do, sir?’ said Mr. Jackson, nodding to Mr. Pickwick. + ‘How de do, sir?’ said Mr. Jackson, nodding to Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> That gentleman bowed, and looked somewhat surprised, for the physiognomy of Mr. Jackson dwelt not in his recollection. </p> <p> - ‘I have called from Dodson and Fogg’s,’ said Mr. Jackson, in an + ‘I have called from Dodson and Fogg’s,’ said Mr. Jackson, in an explanatory tone. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick roused at the name. ‘I refer you to my attorney, Sir; Mr. - Perker, of Gray’s Inn,’ said he. ‘Waiter, show this gentleman out.’ + Mr. Pickwick roused at the name. ‘I refer you to my attorney, Sir; Mr. + Perker, of Gray’s Inn,’ said he. ‘Waiter, show this gentleman out.’ </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Jackson, deliberately depositing his - hat on the floor, and drawing from his pocket the strip of parchment. ‘But + ‘Beg your pardon, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Jackson, deliberately depositing his + hat on the floor, and drawing from his pocket the strip of parchment. ‘But personal service, by clerk or agent, in these cases, you know, Mr. - Pickwick—nothing like caution, sir, in all legal forms—eh?’ + Pickwick—nothing like caution, sir, in all legal forms—eh?’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Jackson cast his eye on the parchment; and, resting his hands on the table, and looking round with a winning and persuasive smile, said, - ‘Now, come; don’t let’s have no words about such a little matter as this. - Which of you gentlemen’s name’s Snodgrass?’ + ‘Now, come; don’t let’s have no words about such a little matter as this. + Which of you gentlemen’s name’s Snodgrass?’ </p> <p> At this inquiry, Mr. Snodgrass gave such a very undisguised and palpable start, that no further reply was needed. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! I thought so,’ said Mr. Jackson, more affably than before. ‘I’ve a - little something to trouble you with, Sir.’ + ‘Ah! I thought so,’ said Mr. Jackson, more affably than before. ‘I’ve a + little something to trouble you with, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Me!’ exclaimed Mr. Snodgrass. + ‘Me!’ exclaimed Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘It’s only a subpoena in Bardell and Pickwick on behalf of the plaintiff,’ + ‘It’s only a subpoena in Bardell and Pickwick on behalf of the plaintiff,’ replied Jackson, singling out one of the slips of paper, and producing a - shilling from his waistcoat pocket. ‘It’ll come on, in the settens after - Term: fourteenth of Febooary, we expect; we’ve marked it a special jury - cause, and it’s only ten down the paper. That’s yours, Mr. Snodgrass.’ As + shilling from his waistcoat pocket. ‘It’ll come on, in the settens after + Term: fourteenth of Febooary, we expect; we’ve marked it a special jury + cause, and it’s only ten down the paper. That’s yours, Mr. Snodgrass.’ As Jackson said this, he presented the parchment before the eyes of Mr. Snodgrass, and slipped the paper and the shilling into his hand. </p> <p> Mr. Tupman had witnessed this process in silent astonishment, when - Jackson, turning sharply upon him, said— + Jackson, turning sharply upon him, said— </p> <p> - ‘I think I ain’t mistaken when I say your name’s Tupman, am I?’ + ‘I think I ain’t mistaken when I say your name’s Tupman, am I?’ </p> <p> Mr. Tupman looked at Mr. Pickwick; but, perceiving no encouragement in - that gentleman’s widely-opened eyes to deny his name, said— + that gentleman’s widely-opened eyes to deny his name, said— </p> <p> - ‘Yes, my name is Tupman, Sir.’ + ‘Yes, my name is Tupman, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘And that other gentleman’s Mr. Winkle, I think?’ said Jackson. Mr. Winkle + ‘And that other gentleman’s Mr. Winkle, I think?’ said Jackson. Mr. Winkle faltered out a reply in the affirmative; and both gentlemen were forthwith invested with a slip of paper, and a shilling each, by the dexterous Mr. Jackson. </p> <p> - ‘Now,’ said Jackson, ‘I’m afraid you’ll think me rather troublesome, but I - want somebody else, if it ain’t inconvenient. I have Samuel Weller’s name - here, Mr. Pickwick.’ + ‘Now,’ said Jackson, ‘I’m afraid you’ll think me rather troublesome, but I + want somebody else, if it ain’t inconvenient. I have Samuel Weller’s name + here, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘Send my servant here, waiter,’ said Mr. Pickwick. The waiter retired, + ‘Send my servant here, waiter,’ said Mr. Pickwick. The waiter retired, considerably astonished, and Mr. Pickwick motioned Jackson to a seat. </p> <p> @@ -23667,81 +23599,81 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger defendant. </p> <p> - ‘I suppose, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, his indignation rising while he spoke—‘I + ‘I suppose, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, his indignation rising while he spoke—‘I suppose, Sir, that it is the intention of your employers to seek to - criminate me upon the testimony of my own friends?’ + criminate me upon the testimony of my own friends?’ </p> <p> Mr. Jackson struck his forefinger several times against the left side of his nose, to intimate that he was not there to disclose the secrets of the - prison house, and playfully rejoined— + prison house, and playfully rejoined— </p> <p> - ‘Not knowin’, can’t say.’ + ‘Not knowin’, can’t say.’ </p> <p> - ‘For what other reason, Sir,’ pursued Mr. Pickwick, ‘are these subpoenas - served upon them, if not for this?’ + ‘For what other reason, Sir,’ pursued Mr. Pickwick, ‘are these subpoenas + served upon them, if not for this?’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good plant, Mr. Pickwick,’ replied Jackson, slowly shaking his head. - ‘But it won’t do. No harm in trying, but there’s little to be got out of - me.’ + ‘Very good plant, Mr. Pickwick,’ replied Jackson, slowly shaking his head. + ‘But it won’t do. No harm in trying, but there’s little to be got out of + me.’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Jackson smiled once more upon the company, and, applying his left thumb to the tip of his nose, worked a visionary coffee-mill with his right hand, thereby performing a very graceful piece of pantomime (then much in vogue, but now, unhappily, almost obsolete) which was familiarly - denominated ‘taking a grinder.’ + denominated ‘taking a grinder.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Jackson, in conclusion; ‘Perker’s people must - guess what we’ve served these subpoenas for. If they can’t, they must wait - till the action comes on, and then they’ll find out.’ + ‘No, no, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Jackson, in conclusion; ‘Perker’s people must + guess what we’ve served these subpoenas for. If they can’t, they must wait + till the action comes on, and then they’ll find out.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick bestowed a look of excessive disgust on his unwelcome visitor, and would probably have hurled some tremendous anathema at the - heads of Messrs. Dodson & Fogg, had not Sam’s entrance at the instant + heads of Messrs. Dodson & Fogg, had not Sam’s entrance at the instant interrupted him. </p> <p> - ‘Samuel Weller?’ said Mr. Jackson, inquiringly. + ‘Samuel Weller?’ said Mr. Jackson, inquiringly. </p> <p> - ‘Vun o’ the truest things as you’ve said for many a long year,’ replied + ‘Vun o’ the truest things as you’ve said for many a long year,’ replied Sam, in a most composed manner. </p> <p> - ‘Here’s a subpoena for you, Mr. Weller,’ said Jackson. + ‘Here’s a subpoena for you, Mr. Weller,’ said Jackson. </p> <p> - ‘What’s that in English?’ inquired Sam. + ‘What’s that in English?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Here’s the original,’ said Jackson, declining the required explanation. + ‘Here’s the original,’ said Jackson, declining the required explanation. </p> <p> - ‘Which?’ said Sam. + ‘Which?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘This,’ replied Jackson, shaking the parchment. + ‘This,’ replied Jackson, shaking the parchment. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, that’s the ‘rig’nal, is it?’ said Sam. ‘Well, I’m wery glad I’ve seen - the ‘rig’nal, ‘cos it’s a gratifyin’ sort o’ thing, and eases vun’s mind - so much.’ + ‘Oh, that’s the ‘rig’nal, is it?’ said Sam. ‘Well, I’m wery glad I’ve seen + the ‘rig’nal, ‘cos it’s a gratifyin’ sort o’ thing, and eases vun’s mind + so much.’ </p> <p> - ‘And here’s the shilling,’ said Jackson. ‘It’s from Dodson and Fogg’s.’ + ‘And here’s the shilling,’ said Jackson. ‘It’s from Dodson and Fogg’s.’ </p> <p> - ‘And it’s uncommon handsome o’ Dodson and Fogg, as knows so little of me, - to come down vith a present,’ said Sam. ‘I feel it as a wery high - compliment, sir; it’s a wery honorable thing to them, as they knows how to - reward merit werever they meets it. Besides which, it’s affectin’ to one’s - feelin’s.’ + ‘And it’s uncommon handsome o’ Dodson and Fogg, as knows so little of me, + to come down vith a present,’ said Sam. ‘I feel it as a wery high + compliment, sir; it’s a wery honorable thing to them, as they knows how to + reward merit werever they meets it. Besides which, it’s affectin’ to one’s + feelin’s.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Weller said this, he inflicted a little friction on his right @@ -23749,53 +23681,53 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger actors when they are in domestic pathetics. </p> <p> - Mr. Jackson seemed rather puzzled by Sam’s proceedings; but, as he had + Mr. Jackson seemed rather puzzled by Sam’s proceedings; but, as he had served the subpoenas, and had nothing more to say, he made a feint of putting on the one glove which he usually carried in his hand, for the sake of appearances; and returned to the office to report progress. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick slept little that night; his memory had received a very - disagreeable refresher on the subject of Mrs. Bardell’s action. He + disagreeable refresher on the subject of Mrs. Bardell’s action. He breakfasted betimes next morning, and, desiring Sam to accompany him, set - forth towards Gray’s Inn Square. + forth towards Gray’s Inn Square. </p> <p> - ‘Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking round, when they got to the end of + ‘Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking round, when they got to the end of Cheapside. </p> <p> - ‘Sir?’ said Sam, stepping up to his master. + ‘Sir?’ said Sam, stepping up to his master. </p> <p> - ‘Which way?’ + ‘Which way?’ </p> <p> - Up Newgate Street.’ + Up Newgate Street.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick did not turn round immediately, but looked vacantly in Sam’s + Mr. Pickwick did not turn round immediately, but looked vacantly in Sam’s face for a few seconds, and heaved a deep sigh. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter, sir?’ inquired Sam. + ‘What’s the matter, sir?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘This action, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘is expected to come on, on the - fourteenth of next month.’ + ‘This action, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘is expected to come on, on the + fourteenth of next month.’ </p> <p> - Remarkable coincidence that ‘ere, sir,’ replied Sam. + Remarkable coincidence that ‘ere, sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Why remarkable, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Why remarkable, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Walentine’s day, sir,’ responded Sam; ‘reg’lar good day for a breach o’ - promise trial.’ + ‘Walentine’s day, sir,’ responded Sam; ‘reg’lar good day for a breach o’ + promise trial.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Weller’s smile awakened no gleam of mirth in his master’s countenance. + Mr. Weller’s smile awakened no gleam of mirth in his master’s countenance. Mr. Pickwick turned abruptly round, and led the way in silence. </p> <p> @@ -23804,273 +23736,273 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger expressive of the most enviable and easy defiance of everything and everybody, when the latter, who was always especially anxious to impart to his master any exclusive information he possessed, quickened his pace - until he was close at Mr. Pickwick’s heels; and, pointing up at a house - they were passing, said— + until he was close at Mr. Pickwick’s heels; and, pointing up at a house + they were passing, said— </p> <p> - ‘Wery nice pork-shop that ‘ere, sir.’ + ‘Wery nice pork-shop that ‘ere, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, it seems so,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Yes, it seems so,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Celebrated sassage factory,’ said Sam. + ‘Celebrated sassage factory,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Is it?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Is it?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Is it!’ reiterated Sam, with some indignation; ‘I should rayther think it - was. Why, sir, bless your innocent eyebrows, that’s where the mysterious - disappearance of a ‘spectable tradesman took place four years ago.’ + ‘Is it!’ reiterated Sam, with some indignation; ‘I should rayther think it + was. Why, sir, bless your innocent eyebrows, that’s where the mysterious + disappearance of a ‘spectable tradesman took place four years ago.’ </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean to say he was burked, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking + ‘You don’t mean to say he was burked, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking hastily round. </p> <p> - ‘No, I don’t indeed, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘I wish I did; far worse - than that. He was the master o’ that ‘ere shop, sir, and the inwentor o’ - the patent-never-leavin’-off sassage steam-ingin, as ‘ud swaller up a - pavin’ stone if you put it too near, and grind it into sassages as easy as - if it was a tender young babby. Wery proud o’ that machine he was, as it - was nat’ral he should be, and he’d stand down in the celler a-lookin’ at + ‘No, I don’t indeed, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘I wish I did; far worse + than that. He was the master o’ that ‘ere shop, sir, and the inwentor o’ + the patent-never-leavin’-off sassage steam-ingin, as ‘ud swaller up a + pavin’ stone if you put it too near, and grind it into sassages as easy as + if it was a tender young babby. Wery proud o’ that machine he was, as it + was nat’ral he should be, and he’d stand down in the celler a-lookin’ at it wen it was in full play, till he got quite melancholy with joy. A wery - happy man he’d ha’ been, Sir, in the procession o’ that ‘ere ingin and two - more lovely hinfants besides, if it hadn’t been for his wife, who was a - most owdacious wixin. She was always a-follerin’ him about, and dinnin’ in - his ears, till at last he couldn’t stand it no longer. “I’ll tell you what - it is, my dear,” he says one day; “if you persewere in this here sort of - amusement,” he says, “I’m blessed if I don’t go away to ‘Merriker; and - that’s all about it.” “You’re a idle willin,” says she, “and I wish the - ‘Merrikins joy of their bargain.” Arter which she keeps on abusin’ of him + happy man he’d ha’ been, Sir, in the procession o’ that ‘ere ingin and two + more lovely hinfants besides, if it hadn’t been for his wife, who was a + most owdacious wixin. She was always a-follerin’ him about, and dinnin’ in + his ears, till at last he couldn’t stand it no longer. “I’ll tell you what + it is, my dear,” he says one day; “if you persewere in this here sort of + amusement,” he says, “I’m blessed if I don’t go away to ‘Merriker; and + that’s all about it.” “You’re a idle willin,” says she, “and I wish the + ‘Merrikins joy of their bargain.” Arter which she keeps on abusin’ of him for half an hour, and then runs into the little parlour behind the shop, - sets to a-screamin’, says he’ll be the death on her, and falls in a fit, - which lasts for three good hours—one o’ them fits wich is all - screamin’ and kickin’. Well, next mornin’, the husband was missin’. He - hadn’t taken nothin’ from the till—hadn’t even put on his greatcoat—so - it was quite clear he warn’t gone to ‘Merriker. Didn’t come back next day; - didn’t come back next week; missis had bills printed, sayin’ that, if he’d - come back, he should be forgiven everythin’ (which was very liberal, - seein’ that he hadn’t done nothin’ at all); the canals was dragged, and + sets to a-screamin’, says he’ll be the death on her, and falls in a fit, + which lasts for three good hours—one o’ them fits wich is all + screamin’ and kickin’. Well, next mornin’, the husband was missin’. He + hadn’t taken nothin’ from the till—hadn’t even put on his greatcoat—so + it was quite clear he warn’t gone to ‘Merriker. Didn’t come back next day; + didn’t come back next week; missis had bills printed, sayin’ that, if he’d + come back, he should be forgiven everythin’ (which was very liberal, + seein’ that he hadn’t done nothin’ at all); the canals was dragged, and for two months arterwards, wenever a body turned up, it was carried, as a - reg’lar thing, straight off to the sassage shop. Hows’ever, none on ‘em - answered; so they gave out that he’d run away, and she kep’ on the - bis’ness. One Saturday night, a little, thin, old gen’l’m’n comes into the - shop in a great passion and says, “Are you the missis o’ this here shop?” - “Yes, I am,” says she. “Well, ma’am,” says he, “then I’ve just looked in - to say that me and my family ain’t a-goin’ to be choked for nothin’; and - more than that, ma’am,” he says, “you’ll allow me to observe that as you - don’t use the primest parts of the meat in the manafacter o’ sassages, I’d - think you’d find beef come nearly as cheap as buttons.” “As buttons, Sir!” - says she. “Buttons, ma’am,” says the little, old gentleman, unfolding a - bit of paper, and showin’ twenty or thirty halves o’ buttons. “Nice - seasonin’ for sassages, is trousers’ buttons, ma’am.” “They’re my - husband’s buttons!” says the widder beginnin’ to faint, “What!” screams - the little old gen’l’m’n, turnin’ wery pale. “I see it all,” says the - widder; “in a fit of temporary insanity he rashly converted hisself into - sassages!” And so he had, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, looking steadily into Mr. - Pickwick’s horror-stricken countenance, ‘or else he’d been draw’d into the - ingin; but however that might ha’ been, the little, old gen’l’m’n, who had - been remarkably partial to sassages all his life, rushed out o’ the shop - in a wild state, and was never heerd on arterwards!’ + reg’lar thing, straight off to the sassage shop. Hows’ever, none on ‘em + answered; so they gave out that he’d run away, and she kep’ on the + bis’ness. One Saturday night, a little, thin, old gen’l’m’n comes into the + shop in a great passion and says, “Are you the missis o’ this here shop?” + “Yes, I am,” says she. “Well, ma’am,” says he, “then I’ve just looked in + to say that me and my family ain’t a-goin’ to be choked for nothin’; and + more than that, ma’am,” he says, “you’ll allow me to observe that as you + don’t use the primest parts of the meat in the manafacter o’ sassages, I’d + think you’d find beef come nearly as cheap as buttons.” “As buttons, Sir!” + says she. “Buttons, ma’am,” says the little, old gentleman, unfolding a + bit of paper, and showin’ twenty or thirty halves o’ buttons. “Nice + seasonin’ for sassages, is trousers’ buttons, ma’am.” “They’re my + husband’s buttons!” says the widder beginnin’ to faint, “What!” screams + the little old gen’l’m’n, turnin’ wery pale. “I see it all,” says the + widder; “in a fit of temporary insanity he rashly converted hisself into + sassages!” And so he had, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, looking steadily into Mr. + Pickwick’s horror-stricken countenance, ‘or else he’d been draw’d into the + ingin; but however that might ha’ been, the little, old gen’l’m’n, who had + been remarkably partial to sassages all his life, rushed out o’ the shop + in a wild state, and was never heerd on arterwards!’ </p> <p> The relation of this affecting incident of private life brought master and - man to Mr. Perker’s chambers. Lowten, holding the door half open, was in + man to Mr. Perker’s chambers. Lowten, holding the door half open, was in conversation with a rustily-clad, miserable-looking man, in boots without toes and gloves without fingers. There were traces of privation and - suffering—almost of despair—in his lank and care-worn + suffering—almost of despair—in his lank and care-worn countenance; he felt his poverty, for he shrank to the dark side of the staircase as Mr. Pickwick approached. </p> <p> - ‘It’s very unfortunate,’ said the stranger, with a sigh. + ‘It’s very unfortunate,’ said the stranger, with a sigh. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said Lowten, scribbling his name on the doorpost with his pen, and - rubbing it out again with the feather. ‘Will you leave a message for him?’ + ‘Very,’ said Lowten, scribbling his name on the doorpost with his pen, and + rubbing it out again with the feather. ‘Will you leave a message for him?’ </p> <p> - ‘When do you think he’ll be back?’ inquired the stranger. + ‘When do you think he’ll be back?’ inquired the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘Quite uncertain,’ replied Lowten, winking at Mr. Pickwick, as the + ‘Quite uncertain,’ replied Lowten, winking at Mr. Pickwick, as the stranger cast his eyes towards the ground. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t think it would be of any use my waiting for him?’ said the + ‘You don’t think it would be of any use my waiting for him?’ said the stranger, looking wistfully into the office. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no, I’m sure it wouldn’t,’ replied the clerk, moving a little more - into the centre of the doorway. ‘He’s certain not to be back this week, - and it’s a chance whether he will be next; for when Perker once gets out - of town, he’s never in a hurry to come back again.’ + ‘Oh, no, I’m sure it wouldn’t,’ replied the clerk, moving a little more + into the centre of the doorway. ‘He’s certain not to be back this week, + and it’s a chance whether he will be next; for when Perker once gets out + of town, he’s never in a hurry to come back again.’ </p> <p> - ‘Out of town!’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘dear me, how unfortunate!’ + ‘Out of town!’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘dear me, how unfortunate!’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t go away, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Lowten, ‘I’ve got a letter for you.’ + ‘Don’t go away, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Lowten, ‘I’ve got a letter for you.’ The stranger, seeming to hesitate, once more looked towards the ground, and the clerk winked slyly at Mr. Pickwick, as if to intimate that some exquisite piece of humour was going forward, though what it was Mr. Pickwick could not for the life of him divine. </p> <p> - ‘Step in, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Lowten. ‘Well, will you leave a message, Mr. - Watty, or will you call again?’ + ‘Step in, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Lowten. ‘Well, will you leave a message, Mr. + Watty, or will you call again?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ask him to be so kind as to leave out word what has been done in my - business,’ said the man; ‘for God’s sake don’t neglect it, Mr. Lowten.’ + ‘Ask him to be so kind as to leave out word what has been done in my + business,’ said the man; ‘for God’s sake don’t neglect it, Mr. Lowten.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no; I won’t forget it,’ replied the clerk. ‘Walk in, Mr. Pickwick. - Good-morning, Mr. Watty; it’s a fine day for walking, isn’t it?’ Seeing + ‘No, no; I won’t forget it,’ replied the clerk. ‘Walk in, Mr. Pickwick. + Good-morning, Mr. Watty; it’s a fine day for walking, isn’t it?’ Seeing that the stranger still lingered, he beckoned Sam Weller to follow his master in, and shut the door in his face. </p> <p> - ‘There never was such a pestering bankrupt as that since the world began, - I do believe!’ said Lowten, throwing down his pen with the air of an - injured man. ‘His affairs haven’t been in Chancery quite four years yet, - and I’m d——d if he don’t come worrying here twice a week. Step - this way, Mr. Pickwick. Perker <i>is</i> in, and he’ll see you, I know. - Devilish cold,’ he added pettishly, ‘standing at that door, wasting one’s - time with such seedy vagabonds!’ Having very vehemently stirred a + ‘There never was such a pestering bankrupt as that since the world began, + I do believe!’ said Lowten, throwing down his pen with the air of an + injured man. ‘His affairs haven’t been in Chancery quite four years yet, + and I’m d——d if he don’t come worrying here twice a week. Step + this way, Mr. Pickwick. Perker <i>is</i> in, and he’ll see you, I know. + Devilish cold,’ he added pettishly, ‘standing at that door, wasting one’s + time with such seedy vagabonds!’ Having very vehemently stirred a particularly large fire with a particularly small poker, the clerk led the - way to his principal’s private room, and announced Mr. Pickwick. + way to his principal’s private room, and announced Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, my dear Sir,’ said little Mr. Perker, bustling up from his chair. - ‘Well, my dear sir, and what’s the news about your matter, eh? Anything - more about our friends in Freeman’s Court? They’ve not been sleeping, I - know that. Ah, they’re very smart fellows; very smart, indeed.’ + ‘Ah, my dear Sir,’ said little Mr. Perker, bustling up from his chair. + ‘Well, my dear sir, and what’s the news about your matter, eh? Anything + more about our friends in Freeman’s Court? They’ve not been sleeping, I + know that. Ah, they’re very smart fellows; very smart, indeed.’ </p> <p> As the little man concluded, he took an emphatic pinch of snuff, as a tribute to the smartness of Messrs. Dodson and Fogg. </p> <p> - ‘They are great scoundrels,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘They are great scoundrels,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Aye, aye,’ said the little man; ‘that’s a matter of opinion, you know, - and we won’t dispute about terms; because of course you can’t be expected - to view these subjects with a professional eye. Well, we’ve done - everything that’s necessary. I have retained Serjeant Snubbin.’ + ‘Aye, aye,’ said the little man; ‘that’s a matter of opinion, you know, + and we won’t dispute about terms; because of course you can’t be expected + to view these subjects with a professional eye. Well, we’ve done + everything that’s necessary. I have retained Serjeant Snubbin.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is he a good man?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Is he a good man?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Good man!’ replied Perker; ‘bless your heart and soul, my dear Sir, + ‘Good man!’ replied Perker; ‘bless your heart and soul, my dear Sir, Serjeant Snubbin is at the very top of his profession. Gets treble the - business of any man in court—engaged in every case. You needn’t - mention it abroad; but we say—we of the profession—that - Serjeant Snubbin leads the court by the nose.’ + business of any man in court—engaged in every case. You needn’t + mention it abroad; but we say—we of the profession—that + Serjeant Snubbin leads the court by the nose.’ </p> <p> The little man took another pinch of snuff as he made this communication, and nodded mysteriously to Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘They have subpoenaed my three friends,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘They have subpoenaed my three friends,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ah! of course they would,’ replied Perker. ‘Important witnesses; saw you - in a delicate situation.’ + ‘Ah! of course they would,’ replied Perker. ‘Important witnesses; saw you + in a delicate situation.’ </p> <p> - ‘But she fainted of her own accord,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘She threw herself - into my arms.’ + ‘But she fainted of her own accord,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘She threw herself + into my arms.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very likely, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker; ‘very likely and very natural. - Nothing more so, my dear Sir, nothing. But who’s to prove it?’ + ‘Very likely, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker; ‘very likely and very natural. + Nothing more so, my dear Sir, nothing. But who’s to prove it?’ </p> <p> - ‘They have subpoenaed my servant, too,’ said Mr. Pickwick, quitting the - other point; for there Mr. Perker’s question had somewhat staggered him. + ‘They have subpoenaed my servant, too,’ said Mr. Pickwick, quitting the + other point; for there Mr. Perker’s question had somewhat staggered him. </p> <p> - ‘Sam?’ said Perker. + ‘Sam?’ said Perker. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick replied in the affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘Of course, my dear Sir; of course. I knew they would. I could have told + ‘Of course, my dear Sir; of course. I knew they would. I could have told you that, a month ago. You know, my dear Sir, if you <i>will </i>take the management of your affairs into your own hands after entrusting them to - your solicitor, you must also take the consequences.’ Here Mr. Perker drew + your solicitor, you must also take the consequences.’ Here Mr. Perker drew himself up with conscious dignity, and brushed some stray grains of snuff from his shirt frill. </p> <p> - ‘And what do they want him to prove?’ asked Mr. Pickwick, after two or - three minutes’ silence. + ‘And what do they want him to prove?’ asked Mr. Pickwick, after two or + three minutes’ silence. </p> <p> - ‘That you sent him up to the plaintiff ‘s to make some offer of a - compromise, I suppose,’ replied Perker. ‘It don’t matter much, though; I - don’t think many counsel could get a great deal out of <i>him</i>.’ + ‘That you sent him up to the plaintiff ‘s to make some offer of a + compromise, I suppose,’ replied Perker. ‘It don’t matter much, though; I + don’t think many counsel could get a great deal out of <i>him</i>.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t think they could,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling, despite his - vexation, at the idea of Sam’s appearance as a witness. ‘What course do we - pursue?’ + ‘I don’t think they could,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling, despite his + vexation, at the idea of Sam’s appearance as a witness. ‘What course do we + pursue?’ </p> <p> - ‘We have only one to adopt, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker; ‘cross-examine - the witnesses; trust to Snubbin’s eloquence; throw dust in the eyes of the - judge; throw ourselves on the jury.’ + ‘We have only one to adopt, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker; ‘cross-examine + the witnesses; trust to Snubbin’s eloquence; throw dust in the eyes of the + judge; throw ourselves on the jury.’ </p> <p> - ‘And suppose the verdict is against me?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘And suppose the verdict is against me?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Mr. Perker smiled, took a very long pinch of snuff, stirred the fire, shrugged his shoulders, and remained expressively silent. </p> <p> - ‘You mean that in that case I must pay the damages?’ said Mr. Pickwick, + ‘You mean that in that case I must pay the damages?’ said Mr. Pickwick, who had watched this telegraphic answer with considerable sternness. </p> <p> - Perker gave the fire another very unnecessary poke, and said, ‘I am afraid - so.’ + Perker gave the fire another very unnecessary poke, and said, ‘I am afraid + so.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then I beg to announce to you my unalterable determination to pay no - damages whatever,’ said Mr. Pickwick, most emphatically. ‘None, Perker. + ‘Then I beg to announce to you my unalterable determination to pay no + damages whatever,’ said Mr. Pickwick, most emphatically. ‘None, Perker. Not a pound, not a penny of my money, shall find its way into the pockets - of Dodson and Fogg. That is my deliberate and irrevocable determination.’ + of Dodson and Fogg. That is my deliberate and irrevocable determination.’ Mr. Pickwick gave a heavy blow on the table before him, in confirmation of the irrevocability of his intention. </p> <p> - ‘Very well, my dear Sir, very well,’ said Perker. ‘You know best, of - course.’ + ‘Very well, my dear Sir, very well,’ said Perker. ‘You know best, of + course.’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course,’ replied Mr. Pickwick hastily. ‘Where does Serjeant Snubbin - live?’ + ‘Of course,’ replied Mr. Pickwick hastily. ‘Where does Serjeant Snubbin + live?’ </p> <p> - In Lincoln’s Inn Old Square,’ replied Perker. + In Lincoln’s Inn Old Square,’ replied Perker. </p> <p> - ‘I should like to see him,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I should like to see him,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘See Serjeant Snubbin, my dear Sir!’ rejoined Perker, in utter amazement. - ‘Pooh, pooh, my dear Sir, impossible. See Serjeant Snubbin! Bless you, my + ‘See Serjeant Snubbin, my dear Sir!’ rejoined Perker, in utter amazement. + ‘Pooh, pooh, my dear Sir, impossible. See Serjeant Snubbin! Bless you, my dear Sir, such a thing was never heard of, without a consultation fee - being previously paid, and a consultation fixed. It couldn’t be done, my - dear Sir; it couldn’t be done.’ + being previously paid, and a consultation fixed. It couldn’t be done, my + dear Sir; it couldn’t be done.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick, however, had made up his mind not only that it could be @@ -24090,60 +24022,60 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of the extensive and lucrative practice of Mr. Serjeant Snubbin. </p> <p> - ‘Is the Serjeant in his room, Mr. Mallard?’ inquired Perker, offering his + ‘Is the Serjeant in his room, Mr. Mallard?’ inquired Perker, offering his box with all imaginable courtesy. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, he is,’ was the reply, ‘but he’s very busy. Look here; not an + ‘Yes, he is,’ was the reply, ‘but he’s very busy. Look here; not an opinion given yet, on any one of these cases; and an expedition fee paid - with all of ‘em.’ The clerk smiled as he said this, and inhaled the pinch + with all of ‘em.’ The clerk smiled as he said this, and inhaled the pinch of snuff with a zest which seemed to be compounded of a fondness for snuff and a relish for fees. </p> <p> - ‘Something like practice that,’ said Perker. + ‘Something like practice that,’ said Perker. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said the barrister’s clerk, producing his own box, and offering it - with the greatest cordiality; ‘and the best of it is, that as nobody alive - except myself can read the serjeant’s writing, they are obliged to wait - for the opinions, when he has given them, till I have copied ‘em, - ha-ha-ha!’ + ‘Yes,’ said the barrister’s clerk, producing his own box, and offering it + with the greatest cordiality; ‘and the best of it is, that as nobody alive + except myself can read the serjeant’s writing, they are obliged to wait + for the opinions, when he has given them, till I have copied ‘em, + ha-ha-ha!’ </p> <p> - ‘Which makes good for we know who, besides the serjeant, and draws a - little more out of the clients, eh?’ said Perker; ‘Ha, ha, ha!’ At this - the serjeant’s clerk laughed again—not a noisy boisterous laugh, but + ‘Which makes good for we know who, besides the serjeant, and draws a + little more out of the clients, eh?’ said Perker; ‘Ha, ha, ha!’ At this + the serjeant’s clerk laughed again—not a noisy boisterous laugh, but a silent, internal chuckle, which Mr. Pickwick disliked to hear. When a man bleeds inwardly, it is a dangerous thing for himself; but when he laughs inwardly, it bodes no good to other people. </p> <p> - ‘You haven’t made me out that little list of the fees that I’m in your - debt, have you?’ said Perker. + ‘You haven’t made me out that little list of the fees that I’m in your + debt, have you?’ said Perker. </p> <p> - ‘No, I have not,’ replied the clerk. + ‘No, I have not,’ replied the clerk. </p> <p> - ‘I wish you would,’ said Perker. ‘Let me have them, and I’ll send you a - cheque. But I suppose you’re too busy pocketing the ready money, to think - of the debtors, eh? ha, ha, ha!’ This sally seemed to tickle the clerk + ‘I wish you would,’ said Perker. ‘Let me have them, and I’ll send you a + cheque. But I suppose you’re too busy pocketing the ready money, to think + of the debtors, eh? ha, ha, ha!’ This sally seemed to tickle the clerk amazingly, and he once more enjoyed a little quiet laugh to himself. </p> <p> - ‘But, Mr. Mallard, my dear friend,’ said Perker, suddenly recovering his - gravity, and drawing the great man’s great man into a Corner, by the - lappel of his coat; ‘you must persuade the Serjeant to see me, and my - client here.’ + ‘But, Mr. Mallard, my dear friend,’ said Perker, suddenly recovering his + gravity, and drawing the great man’s great man into a Corner, by the + lappel of his coat; ‘you must persuade the Serjeant to see me, and my + client here.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come, come,’ said the clerk, ‘that’s not bad either. See the Serjeant! - come, that’s too absurd.’ Notwithstanding the absurdity of the proposal, + ‘Come, come,’ said the clerk, ‘that’s not bad either. See the Serjeant! + come, that’s too absurd.’ Notwithstanding the absurdity of the proposal, however, the clerk allowed himself to be gently drawn beyond the hearing of Mr. Pickwick; and after a short conversation conducted in whispers, walked softly down a little dark passage, and disappeared into the legal - luminary’s sanctum, whence he shortly returned on tiptoe, and informed Mr. + luminary’s sanctum, whence he shortly returned on tiptoe, and informed Mr. Perker and Mr. Pickwick that the Serjeant had been prevailed upon, in violation of all established rules and customs, to admit them at once. </p> @@ -24155,7 +24087,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h5> <p> Mr. Serjeant Snubbins was a lantern-faced, sallow-complexioned man, of - about five-and-forty, or—as the novels say—he might be fifty. + about five-and-forty, or—as the novels say—he might be fifty. He had that dull-looking, boiled eye which is often to be seen in the heads of people who have applied themselves during many years to a weary and laborious course of study; and which would have been sufficient, @@ -24185,72 +24117,72 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger leg, and waited to be spoken to. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick is the defendant in Bardell and Pickwick, Serjeant Snubbin,’ + ‘Mr. Pickwick is the defendant in Bardell and Pickwick, Serjeant Snubbin,’ said Perker. </p> <p> - ‘I am retained in that, am I?’ said the Serjeant. + ‘I am retained in that, am I?’ said the Serjeant. </p> <p> - ‘You are, Sir,’ replied Perker. + ‘You are, Sir,’ replied Perker. </p> <p> The Serjeant nodded his head, and waited for something else. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick was anxious to call upon you, Serjeant Snubbin,’ said - Perker, ‘to state to you, before you entered upon the case, that he denies + ‘Mr. Pickwick was anxious to call upon you, Serjeant Snubbin,’ said + Perker, ‘to state to you, before you entered upon the case, that he denies there being any ground or pretence whatever for the action against him; and that unless he came into court with clean hands, and without the most - conscientious conviction that he was right in resisting the plaintiff’s + conscientious conviction that he was right in resisting the plaintiff’s demand, he would not be there at all. I believe I state your views - correctly; do I not, my dear Sir?’ said the little man, turning to Mr. + correctly; do I not, my dear Sir?’ said the little man, turning to Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Quite so,’ replied that gentleman. + ‘Quite so,’ replied that gentleman. </p> <p> Mr. Serjeant Snubbin unfolded his glasses, raised them to his eyes; and, after looking at Mr. Pickwick for a few seconds with great curiosity, - turned to Mr. Perker, and said, smiling slightly as he spoke— + turned to Mr. Perker, and said, smiling slightly as he spoke— </p> <p> - ‘Has Mr. Pickwick a strong case?’ + ‘Has Mr. Pickwick a strong case?’ </p> <p> The attorney shrugged his shoulders. </p> <p> - ‘Do you propose calling witnesses?’ + ‘Do you propose calling witnesses?’ </p> <p> - ‘No.’ + ‘No.’ </p> <p> - The smile on the Serjeant’s countenance became more defined; he rocked his + The smile on the Serjeant’s countenance became more defined; he rocked his leg with increased violence; and, throwing himself back in his easy-chair, coughed dubiously. </p> <p> - These tokens of the Serjeant’s presentiments on the subject, slight as + These tokens of the Serjeant’s presentiments on the subject, slight as they were, were not lost on Mr. Pickwick. He settled the spectacles, through which he had attentively regarded such demonstrations of the - barrister’s feelings as he had permitted himself to exhibit, more firmly + barrister’s feelings as he had permitted himself to exhibit, more firmly on his nose; and said with great energy, and in utter disregard of all Mr. - Perker’s admonitory winkings and frownings— + Perker’s admonitory winkings and frownings— </p> <p> - ‘My wishing to wait upon you, for such a purpose as this, Sir, appears, I + ‘My wishing to wait upon you, for such a purpose as this, Sir, appears, I have no doubt, to a gentleman who sees so much of these matters as you - must necessarily do, a very extraordinary circumstance.’ + must necessarily do, a very extraordinary circumstance.’ </p> <p> The Serjeant tried to look gravely at the fire, but the smile came back again. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen of your profession, Sir,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, ‘see the + ‘Gentlemen of your profession, Sir,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, ‘see the worst side of human nature. All its disputes, all its ill-will and bad blood, rise up before you. You know from your experience of juries (I mean no disparagement to you, or them) how much depends upon effect; and you @@ -24267,39 +24199,39 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger falsehood laid to my charge; and although I am very well aware of the inestimable value of your assistance, Sir, I must beg to add, that unless you sincerely believe this, I would rather be deprived of the aid of your - talents than have the advantage of them.’ + talents than have the advantage of them.’ </p> <p> Long before the close of this address, which we are bound to say was of a very prosy character for Mr. Pickwick, the Serjeant had relapsed into a state of abstraction. After some minutes, however, during which he had reassumed his pen, he appeared to be again aware of the presence of his - clients; raising his head from the paper, he said, rather snappishly— + clients; raising his head from the paper, he said, rather snappishly— </p> <p> - ‘Who is with me in this case?’ + ‘Who is with me in this case?’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Phunky, Serjeant Snubbin,’ replied the attorney. + ‘Mr. Phunky, Serjeant Snubbin,’ replied the attorney. </p> <p> - ‘Phunky—Phunky,’ said the Serjeant, ‘I never heard the name before. - He must be a very young man.’ + ‘Phunky—Phunky,’ said the Serjeant, ‘I never heard the name before. + He must be a very young man.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, he is a very young man,’ replied the attorney. ‘He was only called - the other day. Let me see—he has not been at the Bar eight years - yet.’ + ‘Yes, he is a very young man,’ replied the attorney. ‘He was only called + the other day. Let me see—he has not been at the Bar eight years + yet.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, I thought not,’ said the Serjeant, in that sort of pitying tone in - which ordinary folks would speak of a very helpless little child. ‘Mr. - Mallard, send round to Mr.—Mr.—’ + ‘Ah, I thought not,’ said the Serjeant, in that sort of pitying tone in + which ordinary folks would speak of a very helpless little child. ‘Mr. + Mallard, send round to Mr.—Mr.—’ </p> <p> - Phunky’s—Holborn Court, Gray’s Inn,’ interposed Perker. (Holborn - Court, by the bye, is South Square now.)—‘Mr. Phunky, and say I - should be glad if he’d step here, a moment.’ + Phunky’s—Holborn Court, Gray’s Inn,’ interposed Perker. (Holborn + Court, by the bye, is South Square now.)—‘Mr. Phunky, and say I + should be glad if he’d step here, a moment.’ </p> <p> Mr. Mallard departed to execute his commission; and Serjeant Snubbin @@ -24309,21 +24241,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Although an infant barrister, he was a full-grown man. He had a very nervous manner, and a painful hesitation in his speech; it did not appear to be a natural defect, but seemed rather the result of timidity, arising - from the consciousness of being ‘kept down’ by want of means, or interest, + from the consciousness of being ‘kept down’ by want of means, or interest, or connection, or impudence, as the case might be. He was overawed by the Serjeant, and profoundly courteous to the attorney. </p> <p> - ‘I have not had the pleasure of seeing you before, Mr. Phunky,’ said + ‘I have not had the pleasure of seeing you before, Mr. Phunky,’ said Serjeant Snubbin, with haughty condescension. </p> <p> Mr. Phunky bowed. He <i>had </i>had the pleasure of seeing the Serjeant, - and of envying him too, with all a poor man’s envy, for eight years and a + and of envying him too, with all a poor man’s envy, for eight years and a quarter. </p> <p> - ‘You are with me in this case, I understand?’ said the Serjeant. + ‘You are with me in this case, I understand?’ said the Serjeant. </p> <p> If Mr. Phunky had been a rich man, he would have instantly sent for his @@ -24334,18 +24266,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and bowed. </p> <p> - ‘Have you read the papers, Mr. Phunky?’ inquired the Serjeant. + ‘Have you read the papers, Mr. Phunky?’ inquired the Serjeant. </p> <p> Here again, Mr. Phunky should have professed to have forgotten all about the merits of the case; but as he had read such papers as had been laid before him in the course of the action, and had thought of nothing else, waking or sleeping, throughout the two months during which he had been - retained as Mr. Serjeant Snubbin’s junior, he turned a deeper red and + retained as Mr. Serjeant Snubbin’s junior, he turned a deeper red and bowed again. </p> <p> - ‘This is Mr. Pickwick,’ said the Serjeant, waving his pen in the direction + ‘This is Mr. Pickwick,’ said the Serjeant, waving his pen in the direction in which that gentleman was standing. </p> <p> @@ -24353,9 +24285,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger must ever awaken; and again inclined his head towards his leader. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps you will take Mr. Pickwick away,’ said the Serjeant, ‘and—and—and—hear + ‘Perhaps you will take Mr. Pickwick away,’ said the Serjeant, ‘and—and—and—hear anything Mr. Pickwick may wish to communicate. We shall have a - consultation, of course.’ With that hint that he had been interrupted + consultation, of course.’ With that hint that he had been interrupted quite long enough, Mr. Serjeant Snubbin, who had been gradually growing more and more abstracted, applied his glass to his eyes for an instant, bowed slightly round, and was once more deeply immersed in the case before @@ -24376,7 +24308,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger affairs. </p> <p> - Mr. Weller was then roused by his master from a sweet sleep of an hour’s + Mr. Weller was then roused by his master from a sweet sleep of an hour’s duration; and, bidding adieu to Lowten, they returned to the city. </p> <p> @@ -24388,7 +24320,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </div> <h2> CHAPTER XXXII. DESCRIBES, FAR MORE FULLY THAN THE COURT NEWSMAN EVER DID, - A BACHELOR’S PARTY, GIVEN BY MR. BOB SAWYER AT HIS LODGINGS IN THE BOROUGH + A BACHELOR’S PARTY, GIVEN BY MR. BOB SAWYER AT HIS LODGINGS IN THE BOROUGH </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>here is a repose @@ -24397,9 +24329,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a by-street too, and its dulness is soothing. A house in Lant Street would not come within the denomination of a first-rate residence, in the strict acceptation of the term; but it is a most desirable spot nevertheless. If - a man wished to abstract himself from the world—to remove himself - from within the reach of temptation—to place himself beyond the - possibility of any inducement to look out of the window—we should + a man wished to abstract himself from the world—to remove himself + from within the reach of temptation—to place himself beyond the + possibility of any inducement to look out of the window—we should recommend him by all means go to Lant Street. </p> <p> @@ -24413,7 +24345,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger shutters, lodging-bills, brass door-plates, and bell-handles; the principal specimens of animated nature, the pot-boy, the muffin youth, and the baked-potato man. The population is migratory, usually disappearing on - the verge of quarter-day, and generally by night. His Majesty’s revenues + the verge of quarter-day, and generally by night. His Majesty’s revenues are seldom collected in this happy valley; the rents are dubious; and the water communication is very frequently cut off. </p> @@ -24423,7 +24355,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Allen the other. The preparations for the reception of visitors appeared to be completed. The umbrellas in the passage had been heaped into the little corner outside the back-parlour door; the bonnet and shawl of the - landlady’s servant had been removed from the bannisters; there were not + landlady’s servant had been removed from the bannisters; there were not more than two pairs of pattens on the street-door mat; and a kitchen candle, with a very long snuff, burned cheerfully on the ledge of the staircase window. Mr. Bob Sawyer had himself purchased the spirits at a @@ -24441,57 +24373,57 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger there was a cloud on the countenance of Mr. Bob Sawyer, as he sat by the fireside. There was a sympathising expression, too, in the features of Mr. Ben Allen, as he gazed intently on the coals, and a tone of melancholy in - his voice, as he said, after a long silence— + his voice, as he said, after a long silence— </p> <p> - ‘Well, it is unlucky she should have taken it in her head to turn sour, - just on this occasion. She might at least have waited till to-morrow.’ + ‘Well, it is unlucky she should have taken it in her head to turn sour, + just on this occasion. She might at least have waited till to-morrow.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s her malevolence—that’s her malevolence,’ returned Mr. Bob - Sawyer vehemently. ‘She says that if I can afford to give a party I ought - to be able to pay her confounded “little bill.”’ + ‘That’s her malevolence—that’s her malevolence,’ returned Mr. Bob + Sawyer vehemently. ‘She says that if I can afford to give a party I ought + to be able to pay her confounded “little bill.”’ </p> <p> - How long has it been running?’ inquired Mr. Ben Allen. A bill, by the bye, + How long has it been running?’ inquired Mr. Ben Allen. A bill, by the bye, is the most extraordinary locomotive engine that the genius of man ever produced. It would keep on running during the longest lifetime, without ever once stopping of its own accord. </p> <p> - ‘Only a quarter, and a month or so,’ replied Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘Only a quarter, and a month or so,’ replied Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> Ben Allen coughed hopelessly, and directed a searching look between the two top bars of the stove. </p> <p> - ‘It’ll be a deuced unpleasant thing if she takes it into her head to let - out, when those fellows are here, won’t it?’ said Mr. Ben Allen at length. + ‘It’ll be a deuced unpleasant thing if she takes it into her head to let + out, when those fellows are here, won’t it?’ said Mr. Ben Allen at length. </p> <p> - ‘Horrible,’ replied Bob Sawyer, ‘horrible.’ + ‘Horrible,’ replied Bob Sawyer, ‘horrible.’ </p> <p> A low tap was heard at the room door. Mr. Bob Sawyer looked expressively at his friend, and bade the tapper come in; whereupon a dirty, slipshod girl in black cotton stockings, who might have passed for the neglected daughter of a superannuated dustman in very reduced circumstances, thrust - in her head, and said— + in her head, and said— </p> <p> - ‘Please, Mister Sawyer, Missis Raddle wants to speak to you.’ + ‘Please, Mister Sawyer, Missis Raddle wants to speak to you.’ </p> <p> Before Mr. Bob Sawyer could return any answer, the girl suddenly disappeared with a jerk, as if somebody had given her a violent pull behind; this mysterious exit was no sooner accomplished, than there was - another tap at the door—a smart, pointed tap, which seemed to say, - ‘Here I am, and in I’m coming.’ + another tap at the door—a smart, pointed tap, which seemed to say, + ‘Here I am, and in I’m coming.’ </p> <p> Mr. Bob Sawyer glanced at his friend with a look of abject apprehension, - and once more cried, ‘Come in.’ + and once more cried, ‘Come in.’ </p> <p> The permission was not at all necessary, for, before Mr. Bob Sawyer had @@ -24499,41 +24431,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger tremble with passion, and pale with rage. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Mr. Sawyer,’ said the little, fierce woman, trying to appear very - calm, ‘if you’ll have the kindness to settle that little bill of mine I’ll - thank you, because I’ve got my rent to pay this afternoon, and my - landlord’s a-waiting below now.’ Here the little woman rubbed her hands, - and looked steadily over Mr. Bob Sawyer’s head, at the wall behind him. + ‘Now, Mr. Sawyer,’ said the little, fierce woman, trying to appear very + calm, ‘if you’ll have the kindness to settle that little bill of mine I’ll + thank you, because I’ve got my rent to pay this afternoon, and my + landlord’s a-waiting below now.’ Here the little woman rubbed her hands, + and looked steadily over Mr. Bob Sawyer’s head, at the wall behind him. </p> <p> - ‘I am very sorry to put you to any inconvenience, Mrs. Raddle,’ said Bob - Sawyer deferentially, ‘but—’ + ‘I am very sorry to put you to any inconvenience, Mrs. Raddle,’ said Bob + Sawyer deferentially, ‘but—’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, it isn’t any inconvenience,’ replied the little woman, with a shrill - titter. ‘I didn’t want it particular before to-day; leastways, as it has + ‘Oh, it isn’t any inconvenience,’ replied the little woman, with a shrill + titter. ‘I didn’t want it particular before to-day; leastways, as it has to go to my landlord directly, it was as well for you to keep it as me. You promised me this afternoon, Mr. Sawyer, and every gentleman as has ever lived here, has kept his word, Sir, as of course anybody as calls - himself a gentleman does.’ Mrs. Raddle tossed her head, bit her lips, + himself a gentleman does.’ Mrs. Raddle tossed her head, bit her lips, rubbed her hands harder, and looked at the wall more steadily than ever. It was plain to see, as Mr. Bob Sawyer remarked in a style of Eastern - allegory on a subsequent occasion, that she was ‘getting the steam up.’ + allegory on a subsequent occasion, that she was ‘getting the steam up.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am very sorry, Mrs. Raddle,’ said Bob Sawyer, with all imaginable - humility, ‘but the fact is, that I have been disappointed in the City - to-day.’—Extraordinary place that City. An astonishing number of men + ‘I am very sorry, Mrs. Raddle,’ said Bob Sawyer, with all imaginable + humility, ‘but the fact is, that I have been disappointed in the City + to-day.’—Extraordinary place that City. An astonishing number of men always <i>are </i>getting disappointed there. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Mr. Sawyer,’ said Mrs. Raddle, planting herself firmly on a purple - cauliflower in the Kidderminster carpet, ‘and what’s that to me, Sir?’ + ‘Well, Mr. Sawyer,’ said Mrs. Raddle, planting herself firmly on a purple + cauliflower in the Kidderminster carpet, ‘and what’s that to me, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I—I—have no doubt, Mrs. Raddle,’ said Bob Sawyer, blinking - this last question, ‘that before the middle of next week we shall be able - to set ourselves quite square, and go on, on a better system, afterwards.’ + ‘I—I—have no doubt, Mrs. Raddle,’ said Bob Sawyer, blinking + this last question, ‘that before the middle of next week we shall be able + to set ourselves quite square, and go on, on a better system, afterwards.’ </p> <p> This was all Mrs. Raddle wanted. She had bustled up to the apartment of @@ -24544,76 +24476,76 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger kitchen. </p> <p> - ‘Do you suppose, Mr. Sawyer,’ said Mrs. Raddle, elevating her voice for - the information of the neighbours—‘do you suppose that I’m a-going + ‘Do you suppose, Mr. Sawyer,’ said Mrs. Raddle, elevating her voice for + the information of the neighbours—‘do you suppose that I’m a-going day after day to let a fellar occupy my lodgings as never thinks of paying his rent, nor even the very money laid out for the fresh butter and lump - sugar that’s bought for his breakfast, and the very milk that’s took in, + sugar that’s bought for his breakfast, and the very milk that’s took in, at the street door? Do you suppose a hard-working and industrious woman as has lived in this street for twenty year (ten year over the way, and nine year and three-quarters in this very house) has nothing else to do but to work herself to death after a parcel of lazy idle fellars, that are always smoking and drinking, and lounging, when they ought to be glad to turn - their hands to anything that would help ‘em to pay their bills? Do you—’ + their hands to anything that would help ‘em to pay their bills? Do you—’ </p> <p> - ‘My good soul,’ interposed Mr. Benjamin Allen soothingly. + ‘My good soul,’ interposed Mr. Benjamin Allen soothingly. </p> <p> - ‘Have the goodness to keep your observashuns to yourself, Sir, I beg,’ + ‘Have the goodness to keep your observashuns to yourself, Sir, I beg,’ said Mrs. Raddle, suddenly arresting the rapid torrent of her speech, and - addressing the third party with impressive slowness and solemnity. ‘I am + addressing the third party with impressive slowness and solemnity. ‘I am not aweer, Sir, that you have any right to address your conversation to - me. I don’t think I let these apartments to you, Sir.’ + me. I don’t think I let these apartments to you, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, you certainly did not,’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. + ‘No, you certainly did not,’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Very good, Sir,’ responded Mrs. Raddle, with lofty politeness. ‘Then - p’raps, Sir, you’ll confine yourself to breaking the arms and legs of the + ‘Very good, Sir,’ responded Mrs. Raddle, with lofty politeness. ‘Then + p’raps, Sir, you’ll confine yourself to breaking the arms and legs of the poor people in the hospitals, and keep yourself <i>to</i> yourself, Sir, - or there may be some persons here as will make you, Sir.’ + or there may be some persons here as will make you, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘But you are such an unreasonable woman,’ remonstrated Mr. Benjamin Allen. + ‘But you are such an unreasonable woman,’ remonstrated Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your parding, young man,’ said Mrs. Raddle, in a cold perspiration - of anger. ‘But will you have the goodness just to call me that again, - sir?’ + ‘I beg your parding, young man,’ said Mrs. Raddle, in a cold perspiration + of anger. ‘But will you have the goodness just to call me that again, + sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I didn’t make use of the word in any invidious sense, ma’am,’ replied Mr. + ‘I didn’t make use of the word in any invidious sense, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Benjamin Allen, growing somewhat uneasy on his own account. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your parding, young man,’ demanded Mrs. Raddle, in a louder and - more imperative tone. ‘But who do you call a woman? Did you make that - remark to me, sir?’ + ‘I beg your parding, young man,’ demanded Mrs. Raddle, in a louder and + more imperative tone. ‘But who do you call a woman? Did you make that + remark to me, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, bless my heart!’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. + ‘Why, bless my heart!’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Did you apply that name to me, I ask of you, sir?’ interrupted Mrs. + ‘Did you apply that name to me, I ask of you, sir?’ interrupted Mrs. Raddle, with intense fierceness, throwing the door wide open. </p> <p> - ‘Why, of course I did,’ replied Mr. Benjamin Allen. + ‘Why, of course I did,’ replied Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, of course you did,’ said Mrs. Raddle, backing gradually to the door, + ‘Yes, of course you did,’ said Mrs. Raddle, backing gradually to the door, and raising her voice to its loudest pitch, for the special behoof of Mr. - Raddle in the kitchen. ‘Yes, of course you did! And everybody knows that - they may safely insult me in my own ‘ouse while my husband sits sleeping + Raddle in the kitchen. ‘Yes, of course you did! And everybody knows that + they may safely insult me in my own ‘ouse while my husband sits sleeping downstairs, and taking no more notice than if I was a dog in the streets. He ought to be ashamed of himself (here Mrs. Raddle sobbed) to allow his wife to be treated in this way by a parcel of young cutters and carvers of - live people’s bodies, that disgraces the lodgings (another sob), and + live people’s bodies, that disgraces the lodgings (another sob), and leaving her exposed to all manner of abuse; a base, faint-hearted, - timorous wretch, that’s afraid to come upstairs, and face the ruffinly - creatures—that’s afraid—that’s afraid to come!’ Mrs. Raddle + timorous wretch, that’s afraid to come upstairs, and face the ruffinly + creatures—that’s afraid—that’s afraid to come!’ Mrs. Raddle paused to listen whether the repetition of the taunt had roused her better half; and finding that it had not been successful, proceeded to descend the stairs with sobs innumerable; when there came a loud double knock at @@ -24624,11 +24556,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger closing the door after her with an awful crash. </p> <p> - ‘Does Mr. Sawyer live here?’ said Mr. Pickwick, when the door was opened. + ‘Does Mr. Sawyer live here?’ said Mr. Pickwick, when the door was opened. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said the girl, ‘first floor. It’s the door straight afore you, when - you gets to the top of the stairs.’ Having given this instruction, the + ‘Yes,’ said the girl, ‘first floor. It’s the door straight afore you, when + you gets to the top of the stairs.’ Having given this instruction, the handmaid, who had been brought up among the aboriginal inhabitants of Southwark, disappeared, with the candle in her hand, down the kitchen stairs, perfectly satisfied that she had done everything that could @@ -24641,24 +24573,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to go down, lest he should be waylaid by Mrs. Raddle. </p> <p> - ‘How are you?’ said the discomfited student. ‘Glad to see you—take - care of the glasses.’ This caution was addressed to Mr. Pickwick, who had + ‘How are you?’ said the discomfited student. ‘Glad to see you—take + care of the glasses.’ This caution was addressed to Mr. Pickwick, who had put his hat in the tray. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I beg your pardon.’ + ‘Dear me,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I beg your pardon.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t mention it, don’t mention it,’ said Bob Sawyer. ‘I’m rather + ‘Don’t mention it, don’t mention it,’ said Bob Sawyer. ‘I’m rather confined for room here, but you must put up with all that, when you come - to see a young bachelor. Walk in. You’ve seen this gentleman before, I - think?’ Mr. Pickwick shook hands with Mr. Benjamin Allen, and his friends + to see a young bachelor. Walk in. You’ve seen this gentleman before, I + think?’ Mr. Pickwick shook hands with Mr. Benjamin Allen, and his friends followed his example. They had scarcely taken their seats when there was another double knock. </p> <p> - ‘I hope that’s Jack Hopkins!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer. ‘Hush. Yes, it is. Come - up, Jack; come up.’ + ‘I hope that’s Jack Hopkins!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer. ‘Hush. Yes, it is. Come + up, Jack; come up.’ </p> <p> A heavy footstep was heard upon the stairs, and Jack Hopkins presented @@ -24666,117 +24598,117 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger buttons; and a blue striped shirt, with a white false collar. </p> <p> - ‘You’re late, Jack?’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. + ‘You’re late, Jack?’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Been detained at Bartholomew’s,’ replied Hopkins. + ‘Been detained at Bartholomew’s,’ replied Hopkins. </p> <p> - ‘Anything new?’ + ‘Anything new?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, nothing particular. Rather a good accident brought into the casualty - ward.’ + ‘No, nothing particular. Rather a good accident brought into the casualty + ward.’ </p> <p> - ‘What was that, sir?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What was that, sir?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Only a man fallen out of a four pair of stairs’ window; but it’s a very - fair case indeed.’ + ‘Only a man fallen out of a four pair of stairs’ window; but it’s a very + fair case indeed.’ </p> <p> - ‘Do you mean that the patient is in a fair way to recover?’ inquired Mr. + ‘Do you mean that the patient is in a fair way to recover?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ replied Mr. Hopkins carelessly. ‘No, I should rather say he - wouldn’t. There must be a splendid operation, though, to-morrow—magnificent - sight if Slasher does it.’ + ‘No,’ replied Mr. Hopkins carelessly. ‘No, I should rather say he + wouldn’t. There must be a splendid operation, though, to-morrow—magnificent + sight if Slasher does it.’ </p> <p> - ‘You consider Mr. Slasher a good operator?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You consider Mr. Slasher a good operator?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Best alive,’ replied Hopkins. ‘Took a boy’s leg out of the socket last - week—boy ate five apples and a gingerbread cake—exactly two - minutes after it was all over, boy said he wouldn’t lie there to be made - game of, and he’d tell his mother if they didn’t begin.’ + ‘Best alive,’ replied Hopkins. ‘Took a boy’s leg out of the socket last + week—boy ate five apples and a gingerbread cake—exactly two + minutes after it was all over, boy said he wouldn’t lie there to be made + game of, and he’d tell his mother if they didn’t begin.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Pickwick, astonished. + ‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Pickwick, astonished. </p> <p> - ‘Pooh! That’s nothing, that ain’t,’ said Jack Hopkins. ‘Is it, Bob?’ + ‘Pooh! That’s nothing, that ain’t,’ said Jack Hopkins. ‘Is it, Bob?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing at all,’ replied Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘Nothing at all,’ replied Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘By the bye, Bob,’ said Hopkins, with a scarcely perceptible glance at Mr. - Pickwick’s attentive face, ‘we had a curious accident last night. A child - was brought in, who had swallowed a necklace.’ + ‘By the bye, Bob,’ said Hopkins, with a scarcely perceptible glance at Mr. + Pickwick’s attentive face, ‘we had a curious accident last night. A child + was brought in, who had swallowed a necklace.’ </p> <p> - ‘Swallowed what, Sir?’ interrupted Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Swallowed what, Sir?’ interrupted Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘A necklace,’ replied Jack Hopkins. ‘Not all at once, you know, that would - be too much—you couldn’t swallow that, if the child did—eh, - Mr. Pickwick? ha, ha!’ Mr. Hopkins appeared highly gratified with his own - pleasantry, and continued—‘No, the way was this. Child’s parents - were poor people who lived in a court. Child’s eldest sister bought a - necklace—common necklace, made of large black wooden beads. Child + ‘A necklace,’ replied Jack Hopkins. ‘Not all at once, you know, that would + be too much—you couldn’t swallow that, if the child did—eh, + Mr. Pickwick? ha, ha!’ Mr. Hopkins appeared highly gratified with his own + pleasantry, and continued—‘No, the way was this. Child’s parents + were poor people who lived in a court. Child’s eldest sister bought a + necklace—common necklace, made of large black wooden beads. Child being fond of toys, cribbed the necklace, hid it, played with it, cut the string, and swallowed a bead. Child thought it capital fun, went back next - day, and swallowed another bead.’ + day, and swallowed another bead.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bless my heart,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘what a dreadful thing! I beg your - pardon, Sir. Go on.’ + ‘Bless my heart,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘what a dreadful thing! I beg your + pardon, Sir. Go on.’ </p> <p> - ‘Next day, child swallowed two beads; the day after that, he treated - himself to three, and so on, till in a week’s time he had got through the - necklace—five-and-twenty beads in all. The sister, who was an + ‘Next day, child swallowed two beads; the day after that, he treated + himself to three, and so on, till in a week’s time he had got through the + necklace—five-and-twenty beads in all. The sister, who was an industrious girl, and seldom treated herself to a bit of finery, cried her eyes out, at the loss of the necklace; looked high and low for it; but, I - needn’t say, didn’t find it. A few days afterwards, the family were at - dinner—baked shoulder of mutton, and potatoes under it—the - child, who wasn’t hungry, was playing about the room, when suddenly there - was heard a devil of a noise, like a small hailstorm. “Don’t do that, my - boy,” said the father. “I ain’t a-doin’ nothing,” said the child. “Well, - don’t do it again,” said the father. There was a short silence, and then - the noise began again, worse than ever. “If you don’t mind what I say, my - boy,” said the father, “you’ll find yourself in bed, in something less - than a pig’s whisper.” He gave the child a shake to make him obedient, and - such a rattling ensued as nobody ever heard before. “Why, damme, it’s <i>in</i> - the child!” said the father, “he’s got the croup in the wrong place!” “No, - I haven’t, father,” said the child, beginning to cry, “it’s the necklace; - I swallowed it, father.”—The father caught the child up, and ran - with him to the hospital; the beads in the boy’s stomach rattling all the + needn’t say, didn’t find it. A few days afterwards, the family were at + dinner—baked shoulder of mutton, and potatoes under it—the + child, who wasn’t hungry, was playing about the room, when suddenly there + was heard a devil of a noise, like a small hailstorm. “Don’t do that, my + boy,” said the father. “I ain’t a-doin’ nothing,” said the child. “Well, + don’t do it again,” said the father. There was a short silence, and then + the noise began again, worse than ever. “If you don’t mind what I say, my + boy,” said the father, “you’ll find yourself in bed, in something less + than a pig’s whisper.” He gave the child a shake to make him obedient, and + such a rattling ensued as nobody ever heard before. “Why, damme, it’s <i>in</i> + the child!” said the father, “he’s got the croup in the wrong place!” “No, + I haven’t, father,” said the child, beginning to cry, “it’s the necklace; + I swallowed it, father.”—The father caught the child up, and ran + with him to the hospital; the beads in the boy’s stomach rattling all the way with the jolting; and the people looking up in the air, and down in - the cellars, to see where the unusual sound came from. He’s in the - hospital now,’ said Jack Hopkins, ‘and he makes such a devil of a noise - when he walks about, that they’re obliged to muffle him in a watchman’s - coat, for fear he should wake the patients.’ + the cellars, to see where the unusual sound came from. He’s in the + hospital now,’ said Jack Hopkins, ‘and he makes such a devil of a noise + when he walks about, that they’re obliged to muffle him in a watchman’s + coat, for fear he should wake the patients.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s the most extraordinary case I ever heard of,’ said Mr. Pickwick, + ‘That’s the most extraordinary case I ever heard of,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with an emphatic blow on the table. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, that’s nothing,’ said Jack Hopkins. ‘Is it, Bob?’ + ‘Oh, that’s nothing,’ said Jack Hopkins. ‘Is it, Bob?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ replied Bob Sawyer. + ‘Certainly not,’ replied Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘Very singular things occur in our profession, I can assure you, Sir,’ + ‘Very singular things occur in our profession, I can assure you, Sir,’ said Hopkins. </p> <p> - ‘So I should be disposed to imagine,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘So I should be disposed to imagine,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Another knock at the door announced a large-headed young man in a black @@ -24791,12 +24723,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger scorbutic youth and the gentleman with the pink anchors; in the course of which, the scorbutic youth intimated a burning desire to pull the nose of the gentleman with the emblems of hope; in reply to which, that individual - expressed his decided unwillingness to accept of any ‘sauce’ on gratuitous + expressed his decided unwillingness to accept of any ‘sauce’ on gratuitous terms, either from the irascible young gentleman with the scorbutic countenance, or any other person who was ornamented with a head. </p> <p> - When the last ‘natural’ had been declared, and the profit and loss account + When the last ‘natural’ had been declared, and the profit and loss account of fish and sixpences adjusted, to the satisfaction of all parties, Mr. Bob Sawyer rang for supper, and the visitors squeezed themselves into corners while it was getting ready. @@ -24827,13 +24759,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger The fact is, the girl was washing the glasses. The establishment boasted four: we do not record the circumstance as at all derogatory to Mrs. Raddle, for there never was a lodging-house yet, that was not short of - glasses. The landlady’s glasses were little, thin, blown-glass tumblers, + glasses. The landlady’s glasses were little, thin, blown-glass tumblers, and those which had been borrowed from the public-house were great, dropsical, bloated articles, each supported on a huge gouty leg. This would have been in itself sufficient to have possessed the company with the real state of affairs; but the young woman of all work had prevented the possibility of any misconception arising in the mind of any gentleman - upon the subject, by forcibly dragging every man’s glass away, long before + upon the subject, by forcibly dragging every man’s glass away, long before he had finished his beer, and audibly stating, despite the winks and interruptions of Mr. Bob Sawyer, that it was to be conveyed downstairs, and washed forthwith. @@ -24847,24 +24779,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a particularly happy reply to another eminent and illustrious individual whom he had never been able to identify. He enlarged at some length and with great minuteness upon divers collateral circumstances, distantly - connected with the anecdote in hand, but for the life of him he couldn’t + connected with the anecdote in hand, but for the life of him he couldn’t recollect at that precise moment what the anecdote was, although he had been in the habit of telling the story with great applause for the last ten years. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ said the prim man in the cloth boots, ‘it is a very - extraordinary circumstance.’ + ‘Dear me,’ said the prim man in the cloth boots, ‘it is a very + extraordinary circumstance.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am sorry you have forgotten it,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, glancing eagerly - at the door, as he thought he heard the noise of glasses jingling; ‘very - sorry.’ + ‘I am sorry you have forgotten it,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, glancing eagerly + at the door, as he thought he heard the noise of glasses jingling; ‘very + sorry.’ </p> <p> - ‘So am I,’ responded the prim man, ‘because I know it would have afforded + ‘So am I,’ responded the prim man, ‘because I know it would have afforded so much amusement. Never mind; I dare say I shall manage to recollect it, - in the course of half an hour or so.’ + in the course of half an hour or so.’ </p> <p> The prim man arrived at this point just as the glasses came back, when Mr. @@ -24878,57 +24810,57 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger brightened up, and he began to feel quite convivial. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Betsy,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, with great suavity, and dispersing, at + ‘Now, Betsy,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, with great suavity, and dispersing, at the same time, the tumultuous little mob of glasses the girl had collected - in the centre of the table—‘now, Betsy, the warm water; be brisk, - there’s a good girl.’ + in the centre of the table—‘now, Betsy, the warm water; be brisk, + there’s a good girl.’ </p> <p> - ‘You can’t have no warm water,’ replied Betsy. + ‘You can’t have no warm water,’ replied Betsy. </p> <p> - ‘No warm water!’ exclaimed Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘No warm water!’ exclaimed Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ said the girl, with a shake of the head which expressed a more + ‘No,’ said the girl, with a shake of the head which expressed a more decided negative than the most copious language could have conveyed. - ‘Missis Raddle said you warn’t to have none.’ + ‘Missis Raddle said you warn’t to have none.’ </p> <p> The surprise depicted on the countenances of his guests imparted new courage to the host. </p> <p> - ‘Bring up the warm water instantly—instantly!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, + ‘Bring up the warm water instantly—instantly!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, with desperate sternness. </p> <p> - ‘No. I can’t,’ replied the girl; ‘Missis Raddle raked out the kitchen fire - afore she went to bed, and locked up the kittle.’ + ‘No. I can’t,’ replied the girl; ‘Missis Raddle raked out the kitchen fire + afore she went to bed, and locked up the kittle.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, never mind; never mind. Pray don’t disturb yourself about such a - trifle,’ said Mr. Pickwick, observing the conflict of Bob Sawyer’s - passions, as depicted in his countenance, ‘cold water will do very well.’ + ‘Oh, never mind; never mind. Pray don’t disturb yourself about such a + trifle,’ said Mr. Pickwick, observing the conflict of Bob Sawyer’s + passions, as depicted in his countenance, ‘cold water will do very well.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, admirably,’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. + ‘Oh, admirably,’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘My landlady is subject to some slight attacks of mental derangement,’ - remarked Bob Sawyer, with a ghastly smile; ‘I fear I must give her - warning.’ + ‘My landlady is subject to some slight attacks of mental derangement,’ + remarked Bob Sawyer, with a ghastly smile; ‘I fear I must give her + warning.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, don’t,’ said Ben Allen. + ‘No, don’t,’ said Ben Allen. </p> <p> - ‘I fear I must,’ said Bob, with heroic firmness. ‘I’ll pay her what I owe - her, and give her warning to-morrow morning.’ Poor fellow! how devoutly he + ‘I fear I must,’ said Bob, with heroic firmness. ‘I’ll pay her what I owe + her, and give her warning to-morrow morning.’ Poor fellow! how devoutly he wished he could! </p> <p> - Mr. Bob Sawyer’s heart-sickening attempts to rally under this last blow, + Mr. Bob Sawyer’s heart-sickening attempts to rally under this last blow, communicated a dispiriting influence to the company, the greater part of whom, with the view of raising their spirits, attached themselves with extra cordiality to the cold brandy-and-water, the first perceptible @@ -24940,64 +24872,64 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger following clear understanding took place. </p> <p> - ‘Sawyer,’ said the scorbutic youth, in a loud voice. + ‘Sawyer,’ said the scorbutic youth, in a loud voice. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Noddy,’ replied Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘Well, Noddy,’ replied Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘I should be very sorry, Sawyer,’ said Mr. Noddy, ‘to create any - unpleasantness at any friend’s table, and much less at yours, Sawyer—very; + ‘I should be very sorry, Sawyer,’ said Mr. Noddy, ‘to create any + unpleasantness at any friend’s table, and much less at yours, Sawyer—very; but I must take this opportunity of informing Mr. Gunter that he is no - gentleman.’ + gentleman.’ </p> <p> - ‘And I should be very sorry, Sawyer, to create any disturbance in the - street in which you reside,’ said Mr. Gunter, ‘but I’m afraid I shall be + ‘And I should be very sorry, Sawyer, to create any disturbance in the + street in which you reside,’ said Mr. Gunter, ‘but I’m afraid I shall be under the necessity of alarming the neighbours by throwing the person who - has just spoken, out o’ window.’ + has just spoken, out o’ window.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by that, sir?’ inquired Mr. Noddy. + ‘What do you mean by that, sir?’ inquired Mr. Noddy. </p> <p> - ‘What I say, Sir,’ replied Mr. Gunter. + ‘What I say, Sir,’ replied Mr. Gunter. </p> <p> - ‘I should like to see you do it, Sir,’ said Mr. Noddy. + ‘I should like to see you do it, Sir,’ said Mr. Noddy. </p> <p> - ‘You shall <i>feel </i>me do it in half a minute, Sir,’ replied Mr. + ‘You shall <i>feel </i>me do it in half a minute, Sir,’ replied Mr. Gunter. </p> <p> - ‘I request that you’ll favour me with your card, Sir,’ said Mr. Noddy. + ‘I request that you’ll favour me with your card, Sir,’ said Mr. Noddy. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll do nothing of the kind, Sir,’ replied Mr. Gunter. + ‘I’ll do nothing of the kind, Sir,’ replied Mr. Gunter. </p> <p> - ‘Why not, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Noddy. + ‘Why not, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Noddy. </p> <p> - ‘Because you’ll stick it up over your chimney-piece, and delude your - visitors into the false belief that a gentleman has been to see you, Sir,’ + ‘Because you’ll stick it up over your chimney-piece, and delude your + visitors into the false belief that a gentleman has been to see you, Sir,’ replied Mr. Gunter. </p> <p> - ‘Sir, a friend of mine shall wait on you in the morning,’ said Mr. Noddy. + ‘Sir, a friend of mine shall wait on you in the morning,’ said Mr. Noddy. </p> <p> - ‘Sir, I’m very much obliged to you for the caution, and I’ll leave - particular directions with the servant to lock up the spoons,’ replied Mr. + ‘Sir, I’m very much obliged to you for the caution, and I’ll leave + particular directions with the servant to lock up the spoons,’ replied Mr. Gunter. </p> <p> At this point the remainder of the guests interposed, and remonstrated with both parties on the impropriety of their conduct; on which Mr. Noddy - begged to state that his father was quite as respectable as Mr. Gunter’s + begged to state that his father was quite as respectable as Mr. Gunter’s father; to which Mr. Gunter replied that his father was to the full as - respectable as Mr. Noddy’s father, and that his father’s son was as good a + respectable as Mr. Noddy’s father, and that his father’s son was as good a man as Mr. Noddy, any day in the week. As this announcement seemed the prelude to a recommencement of the dispute, there was another interference on the part of the company; and a vast quantity of talking and clamouring @@ -25011,119 +24943,119 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger manner which was highly honourable to both parties concerned. </p> <p> - ‘Now,’ said Jack Hopkins, ‘just to set us going again, Bob, I don’t mind - singing a song.’ And Hopkins, incited thereto by tumultuous applause, - plunged himself at once into ‘The King, God bless him,’ which he sang as - loud as he could, to a novel air, compounded of the ‘Bay of Biscay,’ and - ‘A Frog he would.’ The chorus was the essence of the song; and, as each + ‘Now,’ said Jack Hopkins, ‘just to set us going again, Bob, I don’t mind + singing a song.’ And Hopkins, incited thereto by tumultuous applause, + plunged himself at once into ‘The King, God bless him,’ which he sang as + loud as he could, to a novel air, compounded of the ‘Bay of Biscay,’ and + ‘A Frog he would.’ The chorus was the essence of the song; and, as each gentleman sang it to the tune he knew best, the effect was very striking indeed. </p> <p> It was at the end of the chorus to the first verse, that Mr. Pickwick held up his hand in a listening attitude, and said, as soon as silence was - restored— + restored— </p> <p> - ‘Hush! I beg your pardon. I thought I heard somebody calling from - upstairs.’ + ‘Hush! I beg your pardon. I thought I heard somebody calling from + upstairs.’ </p> <p> A profound silence immediately ensued; and Mr. Bob Sawyer was observed to turn pale. </p> <p> - ‘I think I hear it now,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Have the goodness to open the - door.’ + ‘I think I hear it now,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Have the goodness to open the + door.’ </p> <p> The door was no sooner opened than all doubt on the subject was removed. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Sawyer! Mr. Sawyer!’ screamed a voice from the two-pair landing. + ‘Mr. Sawyer! Mr. Sawyer!’ screamed a voice from the two-pair landing. </p> <p> - ‘It’s my landlady,’ said Bob Sawyer, looking round him with great dismay. - ‘Yes, Mrs. Raddle.’ + ‘It’s my landlady,’ said Bob Sawyer, looking round him with great dismay. + ‘Yes, Mrs. Raddle.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by this, Mr. Sawyer?’ replied the voice, with great - shrillness and rapidity of utterance. ‘Ain’t it enough to be swindled out - of one’s rent, and money lent out of pocket besides, and abused and + ‘What do you mean by this, Mr. Sawyer?’ replied the voice, with great + shrillness and rapidity of utterance. ‘Ain’t it enough to be swindled out + of one’s rent, and money lent out of pocket besides, and abused and insulted by your friends that dares to call themselves men, without having the house turned out of the window, and noise enough made to bring the - fire-engines here, at two o’clock in the morning?—Turn them wretches - away.’ + fire-engines here, at two o’clock in the morning?—Turn them wretches + away.’ </p> <p> - ‘You ought to be ashamed of yourselves,’ said the voice of Mr. Raddle, + ‘You ought to be ashamed of yourselves,’ said the voice of Mr. Raddle, which appeared to proceed from beneath some distant bed-clothes. </p> <p> - ‘Ashamed of themselves!’ said Mrs. Raddle. ‘Why don’t you go down and - knock ‘em every one downstairs? You would if you was a man.’ + ‘Ashamed of themselves!’ said Mrs. Raddle. ‘Why don’t you go down and + knock ‘em every one downstairs? You would if you was a man.’ </p> <p> - I should if I was a dozen men, my dear,’ replied Mr. Raddle pacifically, - ‘but they have the advantage of me in numbers, my dear.’ + I should if I was a dozen men, my dear,’ replied Mr. Raddle pacifically, + ‘but they have the advantage of me in numbers, my dear.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ugh, you coward!’ replied Mrs. Raddle, with supreme contempt. ‘<i>Do</i> - you mean to turn them wretches out, or not, Mr. Sawyer?’ + ‘Ugh, you coward!’ replied Mrs. Raddle, with supreme contempt. ‘<i>Do</i> + you mean to turn them wretches out, or not, Mr. Sawyer?’ </p> <p> - ‘They’re going, Mrs. Raddle, they’re going,’ said the miserable Bob. ‘I am - afraid you’d better go,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer to his friends. ‘I thought - you were making too much noise.’ + ‘They’re going, Mrs. Raddle, they’re going,’ said the miserable Bob. ‘I am + afraid you’d better go,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer to his friends. ‘I thought + you were making too much noise.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s a very unfortunate thing,’ said the prim man. ‘Just as we were - getting so comfortable too!’ The prim man was just beginning to have a + ‘It’s a very unfortunate thing,’ said the prim man. ‘Just as we were + getting so comfortable too!’ The prim man was just beginning to have a dawning recollection of the story he had forgotten. </p> <p> - ‘It’s hardly to be borne,’ said the prim man, looking round. ‘Hardly to be - borne, is it?’ + ‘It’s hardly to be borne,’ said the prim man, looking round. ‘Hardly to be + borne, is it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not to be endured,’ replied Jack Hopkins; ‘let’s have the other verse, - Bob. Come, here goes!’ + ‘Not to be endured,’ replied Jack Hopkins; ‘let’s have the other verse, + Bob. Come, here goes!’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no, Jack, don’t,’ interposed Bob Sawyer; ‘it’s a capital song, but I + ‘No, no, Jack, don’t,’ interposed Bob Sawyer; ‘it’s a capital song, but I am afraid we had better not have the other verse. They are very violent - people, the people of the house.’ + people, the people of the house.’ </p> <p> - ‘Shall I step upstairs, and pitch into the landlord?’ inquired Hopkins, - ‘or keep on ringing the bell, or go and groan on the staircase? You may - command me, Bob.’ + ‘Shall I step upstairs, and pitch into the landlord?’ inquired Hopkins, + ‘or keep on ringing the bell, or go and groan on the staircase? You may + command me, Bob.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am very much indebted to you for your friendship and good-nature, - Hopkins,’ said the wretched Mr. Bob Sawyer, ‘but I think the best plan to - avoid any further dispute is for us to break up at once.’ + ‘I am very much indebted to you for your friendship and good-nature, + Hopkins,’ said the wretched Mr. Bob Sawyer, ‘but I think the best plan to + avoid any further dispute is for us to break up at once.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, Mr. Sawyer,’ screamed the shrill voice of Mrs. Raddle, ‘are them - brutes going?’ + ‘Now, Mr. Sawyer,’ screamed the shrill voice of Mrs. Raddle, ‘are them + brutes going?’ </p> <p> - ‘They’re only looking for their hats, Mrs. Raddle,’ said Bob; ‘they are - going directly.’ + ‘They’re only looking for their hats, Mrs. Raddle,’ said Bob; ‘they are + going directly.’ </p> <p> - ‘Going!’ said Mrs. Raddle, thrusting her nightcap over the banisters just + ‘Going!’ said Mrs. Raddle, thrusting her nightcap over the banisters just as Mr. Pickwick, followed by Mr. Tupman, emerged from the sitting-room. - ‘Going! what did they ever come for?’ + ‘Going! what did they ever come for?’ </p> <p> - ‘My dear ma’am,’ remonstrated Mr. Pickwick, looking up. + ‘My dear ma’am,’ remonstrated Mr. Pickwick, looking up. </p> <p> - ‘Get along with you, old wretch!’ replied Mrs. Raddle, hastily withdrawing - the nightcap. ‘Old enough to be his grandfather, you willin! You’re worse - than any of ‘em.’ + ‘Get along with you, old wretch!’ replied Mrs. Raddle, hastily withdrawing + the nightcap. ‘Old enough to be his grandfather, you willin! You’re worse + than any of ‘em.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick found it in vain to protest his innocence, so hurried @@ -25163,17 +25095,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he morning of the thirteenth of February, which the readers of this authentic narrative know, as well as we do, to have been the day immediately preceding that - which was appointed for the trial of Mrs. Bardell’s action, was a busy + which was appointed for the trial of Mrs. Bardell’s action, was a busy time for Mr. Samuel Weller, who was perpetually engaged in travelling from - the George and Vulture to Mr. Perker’s chambers and back again, from and - between the hours of nine o’clock in the morning and two in the afternoon, + the George and Vulture to Mr. Perker’s chambers and back again, from and + between the hours of nine o’clock in the morning and two in the afternoon, both inclusive. Not that there was anything whatever to be done, for the consultation had taken place, and the course of proceeding to be adopted, had been finally determined on; but Mr. Pickwick being in a most extreme state of excitement, persevered in constantly sending small notes to his - attorney, merely containing the inquiry, ‘Dear Perker. Is all going on - well?’ to which Mr. Perker invariably forwarded the reply, ‘Dear Pickwick. - As well as possible’; the fact being, as we have already hinted, that + attorney, merely containing the inquiry, ‘Dear Perker. Is all going on + well?’ to which Mr. Perker invariably forwarded the reply, ‘Dear Pickwick. + As well as possible’; the fact being, as we have already hinted, that there was nothing whatever to go on, either well or ill, until the sitting of the court on the following morning. </p> @@ -25181,14 +25113,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger But people who go voluntarily to law, or are taken forcibly there, for the first time, may be allowed to labour under some temporary irritation and anxiety; and Sam, with a due allowance for the frailties of human nature, - obeyed all his master’s behests with that imperturbable good-humour and + obeyed all his master’s behests with that imperturbable good-humour and unruffable composure which formed one of his most striking and amiable characteristics. </p> <p> Sam had solaced himself with a most agreeable little dinner, and was waiting at the bar for the glass of warm mixture in which Mr. Pickwick had - requested him to drown the fatigues of his morning’s walks, when a young + requested him to drown the fatigues of his morning’s walks, when a young boy of about three feet high, or thereabouts, in a hairy cap and fustian overalls, whose garb bespoke a laudable ambition to attain in time the elevation of an hostler, entered the passage of the George and Vulture, @@ -25196,54 +25128,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the bar, as if in search of somebody to whom he bore a commission; whereupon the barmaid, conceiving it not improbable that the said commission might be directed to the tea or table spoons of the - establishment, accosted the boy with— + establishment, accosted the boy with— </p> <p> - ‘Now, young man, what do you want?’ + ‘Now, young man, what do you want?’ </p> <p> - ‘Is there anybody here, named Sam?’ inquired the youth, in a loud voice of + ‘Is there anybody here, named Sam?’ inquired the youth, in a loud voice of treble quality. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the t’other name?’ said Sam Weller, looking round. + ‘What’s the t’other name?’ said Sam Weller, looking round. </p> <p> - ‘How should I know?’ briskly replied the young gentleman below the hairy + ‘How should I know?’ briskly replied the young gentleman below the hairy cap. </p> <p> - ‘You’re a sharp boy, you are,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘only I wouldn’t show that + ‘You’re a sharp boy, you are,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘only I wouldn’t show that wery fine edge too much, if I was you, in case anybody took it off. What - do you mean by comin’ to a hot-el, and asking arter Sam, vith as much - politeness as a vild Indian?’ + do you mean by comin’ to a hot-el, and asking arter Sam, vith as much + politeness as a vild Indian?’ </p> <p> - ‘’Cos an old gen’l’m’n told me to,’ replied the boy. + ‘’Cos an old gen’l’m’n told me to,’ replied the boy. </p> <p> - ‘What old gen’l’m’n?’ inquired Sam, with deep disdain. + ‘What old gen’l’m’n?’ inquired Sam, with deep disdain. </p> <p> - ‘Him as drives a Ipswich coach, and uses our parlour,’ rejoined the boy. - ‘He told me yesterday mornin’ to come to the George and Wultur this - arternoon, and ask for Sam.’ + ‘Him as drives a Ipswich coach, and uses our parlour,’ rejoined the boy. + ‘He told me yesterday mornin’ to come to the George and Wultur this + arternoon, and ask for Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s my father, my dear,’ said Mr. Weller, turning with an explanatory - air to the young lady in the bar; ‘blessed if I think he hardly knows wot - my other name is. Well, young brockiley sprout, wot then?’ + ‘It’s my father, my dear,’ said Mr. Weller, turning with an explanatory + air to the young lady in the bar; ‘blessed if I think he hardly knows wot + my other name is. Well, young brockiley sprout, wot then?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why then,’ said the boy, ‘you was to come to him at six o’clock to our - ‘ouse, ‘cos he wants to see you—Blue Boar, Leaden’all Markit. Shall - I say you’re comin’?’ + ‘Why then,’ said the boy, ‘you was to come to him at six o’clock to our + ‘ouse, ‘cos he wants to see you—Blue Boar, Leaden’all Markit. Shall + I say you’re comin’?’ </p> <p> - ‘You may wenture on that ‘ere statement, Sir,’ replied Sam. And thus + ‘You may wenture on that ‘ere statement, Sir,’ replied Sam. And thus empowered, the young gentleman walked away, awakening all the echoes in George Yard as he did so, with several chaste and extremely correct - imitations of a drover’s whistle, delivered in a tone of peculiar richness + imitations of a drover’s whistle, delivered in a tone of peculiar richness and volume. </p> <p> @@ -25259,15 +25191,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger through a variety of by-streets and courts. As he was sauntering away his spare time, and stopped to look at almost every object that met his gaze, it is by no means surprising that Mr. Weller should have paused before a - small stationer’s and print-seller’s window; but without further + small stationer’s and print-seller’s window; but without further explanation it does appear surprising that his eyes should have no sooner rested on certain pictures which were exposed for sale therein, than he gave a sudden start, smote his right leg with great vehemence, and - exclaimed, with energy, ‘if it hadn’t been for this, I should ha’ forgot - all about it, till it was too late!’ + exclaimed, with energy, ‘if it hadn’t been for this, I should ha’ forgot + all about it, till it was too late!’ </p> <p> - The particular picture on which Sam Weller’s eyes were fixed, as he said + The particular picture on which Sam Weller’s eyes were fixed, as he said this, was a highly-coloured representation of a couple of human hearts skewered together with an arrow, cooking before a cheerful fire, while a male and female cannibal in modern attire, the gentleman being clad in a @@ -25277,30 +25209,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gentleman, in a pair of wings and nothing else, was depicted as superintending the cooking; a representation of the spire of the church in Langham Place, London, appeared in the distance; and the whole formed a - ‘valentine,’ of which, as a written inscription in the window testified, + ‘valentine,’ of which, as a written inscription in the window testified, there was a large assortment within, which the shopkeeper pledged himself to dispose of, to his countrymen generally, at the reduced rate of one-and-sixpence each. </p> <p> - ‘I should ha’ forgot it; I should certainly ha’ forgot it!’ said Sam; so - saying, he at once stepped into the stationer’s shop, and requested to be + ‘I should ha’ forgot it; I should certainly ha’ forgot it!’ said Sam; so + saying, he at once stepped into the stationer’s shop, and requested to be served with a sheet of the best gilt-edged letter-paper, and a hard-nibbed pen which could be warranted not to splutter. These articles having been promptly supplied, he walked on direct towards Leadenhall Market at a good round pace, very different from his recent lingering one. Looking round - him, he there beheld a signboard on which the painter’s art had delineated + him, he there beheld a signboard on which the painter’s art had delineated something remotely resembling a cerulean elephant with an aquiline nose in lieu of trunk. Rightly conjecturing that this was the Blue Boar himself, he stepped into the house, and inquired concerning his parent. </p> <p> - ‘He won’t be here this three-quarters of an hour or more,’ said the young + ‘He won’t be here this three-quarters of an hour or more,’ said the young lady who superintended the domestic arrangements of the Blue Boar. </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, my dear,’ replied Sam. ‘Let me have nine-penn’oth o’ - brandy-and-water luke, and the inkstand, will you, miss?’ + ‘Wery good, my dear,’ replied Sam. ‘Let me have nine-penn’oth o’ + brandy-and-water luke, and the inkstand, will you, miss?’ </p> <p> The brandy-and-water luke, and the inkstand, having been carried into the @@ -25331,60 +25263,60 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the door and the entrance of his parent. </p> <p> - ‘Vell, Sammy,’ said the father. + ‘Vell, Sammy,’ said the father. </p> <p> - ‘Vell, my Prooshan Blue,’ responded the son, laying down his pen. ‘What’s - the last bulletin about mother-in-law?’ + ‘Vell, my Prooshan Blue,’ responded the son, laying down his pen. ‘What’s + the last bulletin about mother-in-law?’ </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Veller passed a very good night, but is uncommon perwerse, and - unpleasant this mornin’. Signed upon oath, Tony Veller, Esquire. That’s - the last vun as was issued, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, untying his shawl. + ‘Mrs. Veller passed a very good night, but is uncommon perwerse, and + unpleasant this mornin’. Signed upon oath, Tony Veller, Esquire. That’s + the last vun as was issued, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, untying his shawl. </p> <p> - ‘No better yet?’ inquired Sam. + ‘No better yet?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘All the symptoms aggerawated,’ replied Mr. Weller, shaking his head. ‘But - wot’s that, you’re a-doin’ of? Pursuit of knowledge under difficulties, - Sammy?’ + ‘All the symptoms aggerawated,’ replied Mr. Weller, shaking his head. ‘But + wot’s that, you’re a-doin’ of? Pursuit of knowledge under difficulties, + Sammy?’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ve done now,’ said Sam, with slight embarrassment; ‘I’ve been - a-writin’.’ + ‘I’ve done now,’ said Sam, with slight embarrassment; ‘I’ve been + a-writin’.’ </p> <p> - ‘So I see,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Not to any young ‘ooman, I hope, Sammy?’ + ‘So I see,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Not to any young ‘ooman, I hope, Sammy?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, it’s no use a-sayin’ it ain’t,’ replied Sam; ‘it’s a walentine.’ + ‘Why, it’s no use a-sayin’ it ain’t,’ replied Sam; ‘it’s a walentine.’ </p> <p> - ‘A what!’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, apparently horror-stricken by the word. + ‘A what!’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, apparently horror-stricken by the word. </p> <p> - ‘A walentine,’ replied Sam. + ‘A walentine,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Samivel, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller, in reproachful accents, ‘I didn’t - think you’d ha’ done it. Arter the warnin’ you’ve had o’ your father’s - wicious propensities; arter all I’ve said to you upon this here wery - subject; arter actiwally seein’ and bein’ in the company o’ your own - mother-in-law, vich I should ha’ thought wos a moral lesson as no man - could never ha’ forgotten to his dyin’ day! I didn’t think you’d ha’ done - it, Sammy, I didn’t think you’d ha’ done it!’ These reflections were too - much for the good old man. He raised Sam’s tumbler to his lips and drank + ‘Samivel, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller, in reproachful accents, ‘I didn’t + think you’d ha’ done it. Arter the warnin’ you’ve had o’ your father’s + wicious propensities; arter all I’ve said to you upon this here wery + subject; arter actiwally seein’ and bein’ in the company o’ your own + mother-in-law, vich I should ha’ thought wos a moral lesson as no man + could never ha’ forgotten to his dyin’ day! I didn’t think you’d ha’ done + it, Sammy, I didn’t think you’d ha’ done it!’ These reflections were too + much for the good old man. He raised Sam’s tumbler to his lips and drank off its contents. </p> <p> - ‘Wot’s the matter now?’ said Sam. + ‘Wot’s the matter now?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Nev’r mind, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘it’ll be a wery agonisin’ trial - to me at my time of life, but I’m pretty tough, that’s vun consolation, as + ‘Nev’r mind, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘it’ll be a wery agonisin’ trial + to me at my time of life, but I’m pretty tough, that’s vun consolation, as the wery old turkey remarked wen the farmer said he wos afeerd he should - be obliged to kill him for the London market.’ + be obliged to kill him for the London market.’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20075m.jpg" alt="20075m " /><br /> @@ -25393,22 +25325,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/20075.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Wot’ll be a trial?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Wot’ll be a trial?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘To see you married, Sammy—to see you a dilluded wictim, and - thinkin’ in your innocence that it’s all wery capital,’ replied Mr. - Weller. ‘It’s a dreadful trial to a father’s feelin’s, that ‘ere, Sammy—’ + ‘To see you married, Sammy—to see you a dilluded wictim, and + thinkin’ in your innocence that it’s all wery capital,’ replied Mr. + Weller. ‘It’s a dreadful trial to a father’s feelin’s, that ‘ere, Sammy—’ </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense,’ said Sam. ‘I ain’t a-goin’ to get married, don’t you fret - yourself about that; I know you’re a judge of these things. Order in your - pipe and I’ll read you the letter. There!’ + ‘Nonsense,’ said Sam. ‘I ain’t a-goin’ to get married, don’t you fret + yourself about that; I know you’re a judge of these things. Order in your + pipe and I’ll read you the letter. There!’ </p> <p> We cannot distinctly say whether it was the prospect of the pipe, or the consolatory reflection that a fatal disposition to get married ran in the - family, and couldn’t be helped, which calmed Mr. Weller’s feelings, and + family, and couldn’t be helped, which calmed Mr. Weller’s feelings, and caused his grief to subside. We should be rather disposed to say that the result was attained by combining the two sources of consolation, for he repeated the second in a low tone, very frequently; ringing the bell @@ -25417,127 +25349,127 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his back towards it, so that he could feel its full heat, and recline against the mantel-piece at the same time, turned towards Sam, and, with a countenance greatly mollified by the softening influence of tobacco, - requested him to ‘fire away.’ + requested him to ‘fire away.’ </p> <p> Sam dipped his pen into the ink to be ready for any corrections, and began - with a very theatrical air— + with a very theatrical air— </p> <p> - ‘“Lovely—“’ + ‘“Lovely—“’ </p> <p> - ‘Stop,’ said Mr. Weller, ringing the bell. ‘A double glass o’ the - inwariable, my dear.’ + ‘Stop,’ said Mr. Weller, ringing the bell. ‘A double glass o’ the + inwariable, my dear.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well, Sir,’ replied the girl; who with great quickness appeared, + ‘Very well, Sir,’ replied the girl; who with great quickness appeared, vanished, returned, and disappeared. </p> <p> - ‘They seem to know your ways here,’ observed Sam. + ‘They seem to know your ways here,’ observed Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ replied his father, ‘I’ve been here before, in my time. Go on, - Sammy.’ + ‘Yes,’ replied his father, ‘I’ve been here before, in my time. Go on, + Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘“Lovely creetur,”’ repeated Sam. + ‘“Lovely creetur,”’ repeated Sam. </p> <p> - ‘’Tain’t in poetry, is it?’ interposed his father. + ‘’Tain’t in poetry, is it?’ interposed his father. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ replied Sam. + ‘No, no,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Wery glad to hear it,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever - talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on boxin’-day, or Warren’s blackin’, or - Rowland’s oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to - talk poetry, my boy. Begin agin, Sammy.’ + ‘Wery glad to hear it,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Poetry’s unnat’ral; no man ever + talked poetry ‘cept a beadle on boxin’-day, or Warren’s blackin’, or + Rowland’s oil, or some of them low fellows; never you let yourself down to + talk poetry, my boy. Begin agin, Sammy.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller resumed his pipe with critical solemnity, and Sam once more commenced, and read as follows: </p> <p> - ‘“Lovely creetur I feel myself a damned—“’ + ‘“Lovely creetur I feel myself a damned—“’ </p> <p> - That ain’t proper,’ said Mr. Weller, taking his pipe from his mouth. + That ain’t proper,’ said Mr. Weller, taking his pipe from his mouth. </p> <p> - ‘No; it ain’t “damned,”’ observed Sam, holding the letter up to the light, - ‘it’s “shamed,” there’s a blot there—“I feel myself ashamed.”’ + ‘No; it ain’t “damned,”’ observed Sam, holding the letter up to the light, + ‘it’s “shamed,” there’s a blot there—“I feel myself ashamed.”’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Go on.’ + ‘Wery good,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Go on.’ </p> <p> - ‘Feel myself ashamed, and completely cir—’ I forget what this here - word is,’ said Sam, scratching his head with the pen, in vain attempts to + ‘Feel myself ashamed, and completely cir—’ I forget what this here + word is,’ said Sam, scratching his head with the pen, in vain attempts to remember. </p> <p> - ‘Why don’t you look at it, then?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘Why don’t you look at it, then?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘So I am a-lookin’ at it,’ replied Sam, ‘but there’s another blot. Here’s - a “c,” and a “i,” and a “d.”’ + ‘So I am a-lookin’ at it,’ replied Sam, ‘but there’s another blot. Here’s + a “c,” and a “i,” and a “d.”’ </p> <p> - ‘Circumwented, p’raps,’ suggested Mr. Weller. + ‘Circumwented, p’raps,’ suggested Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘No, it ain’t that,’ said Sam, ‘“circumscribed”; that’s it.’ + ‘No, it ain’t that,’ said Sam, ‘“circumscribed”; that’s it.’ </p> <p> - ‘That ain’t as good a word as “circumwented,” Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller + ‘That ain’t as good a word as “circumwented,” Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller gravely. </p> <p> - ‘Think not?’ said Sam. + ‘Think not?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Nothin’ like it,’ replied his father. + ‘Nothin’ like it,’ replied his father. </p> <p> - ‘But don’t you think it means more?’ inquired Sam. + ‘But don’t you think it means more?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Vell p’raps it’s a more tenderer word,’ said Mr. Weller, after a few - moments’ reflection. ‘Go on, Sammy.’ + ‘Vell p’raps it’s a more tenderer word,’ said Mr. Weller, after a few + moments’ reflection. ‘Go on, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘“Feel myself ashamed and completely circumscribed in a-dressin’ of you, - for you are a nice gal and nothin’ but it.”’ + ‘“Feel myself ashamed and completely circumscribed in a-dressin’ of you, + for you are a nice gal and nothin’ but it.”’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s a wery pretty sentiment,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, removing his + ‘That’s a wery pretty sentiment,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, removing his pipe to make way for the remark. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I think it is rayther good,’ observed Sam, highly flattered. + ‘Yes, I think it is rayther good,’ observed Sam, highly flattered. </p> <p> - ‘Wot I like in that ‘ere style of writin’,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, - ‘is, that there ain’t no callin’ names in it—no Wenuses, nor nothin’ - o’ that kind. Wot’s the good o’ callin’ a young ‘ooman a Wenus or a angel, - Sammy?’ + ‘Wot I like in that ‘ere style of writin’,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, + ‘is, that there ain’t no callin’ names in it—no Wenuses, nor nothin’ + o’ that kind. Wot’s the good o’ callin’ a young ‘ooman a Wenus or a angel, + Sammy?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah! what, indeed?’ replied Sam. + ‘Ah! what, indeed?’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You might jist as well call her a griffin, or a unicorn, or a king’s arms - at once, which is wery well known to be a collection o’ fabulous animals,’ + ‘You might jist as well call her a griffin, or a unicorn, or a king’s arms + at once, which is wery well known to be a collection o’ fabulous animals,’ added Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Just as well,’ replied Sam. + ‘Just as well,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Drive on, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Drive on, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> Sam complied with the request, and proceeded as follows; his father @@ -25545,122 +25477,122 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger which was particularly edifying. </p> <p> - ‘“Afore I see you, I thought all women was alike.”’ + ‘“Afore I see you, I thought all women was alike.”’ </p> <p> - ‘So they are,’ observed the elder Mr. Weller parenthetically. + ‘So they are,’ observed the elder Mr. Weller parenthetically. </p> <p> - ‘“But now,”’ continued Sam, ‘“now I find what a reg’lar soft-headed, - inkred’lous turnip I must ha’ been; for there ain’t nobody like you, - though I like you better than nothin’ at all.” I thought it best to make - that rayther strong,’ said Sam, looking up. + ‘“But now,”’ continued Sam, ‘“now I find what a reg’lar soft-headed, + inkred’lous turnip I must ha’ been; for there ain’t nobody like you, + though I like you better than nothin’ at all.” I thought it best to make + that rayther strong,’ said Sam, looking up. </p> <p> Mr. Weller nodded approvingly, and Sam resumed. </p> <p> - ‘“So I take the privilidge of the day, Mary, my dear—as the - gen’l’m’n in difficulties did, ven he valked out of a Sunday—to tell + ‘“So I take the privilidge of the day, Mary, my dear—as the + gen’l’m’n in difficulties did, ven he valked out of a Sunday—to tell you that the first and only time I see you, your likeness was took on my hart in much quicker time and brighter colours than ever a likeness was - took by the profeel macheen (wich p’raps you may have heerd on Mary my + took by the profeel macheen (wich p’raps you may have heerd on Mary my dear) altho it <i>does </i>finish a portrait and put the frame and glass on complete, with a hook at the end to hang it up by, and all in two - minutes and a quarter.”’ + minutes and a quarter.”’ </p> <p> - ‘I am afeerd that werges on the poetical, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller + ‘I am afeerd that werges on the poetical, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller dubiously. </p> <p> - ‘No, it don’t,’ replied Sam, reading on very quickly, to avoid contesting - the point— + ‘No, it don’t,’ replied Sam, reading on very quickly, to avoid contesting + the point— </p> <p> - ‘“Except of me Mary my dear as your walentine and think over what I’ve - said.—My dear Mary I will now conclude.” That’s all,’ said Sam. + ‘“Except of me Mary my dear as your walentine and think over what I’ve + said.—My dear Mary I will now conclude.” That’s all,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘That’s rather a Sudden pull-up, ain’t it, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘That’s rather a Sudden pull-up, ain’t it, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Not a bit on it,’ said Sam; ‘she’ll vish there wos more, and that’s the - great art o’ letter-writin’.’ + ‘Not a bit on it,’ said Sam; ‘she’ll vish there wos more, and that’s the + great art o’ letter-writin’.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘there’s somethin’ in that; and I wish your - mother-in-law ‘ud only conduct her conwersation on the same gen-teel - principle. Ain’t you a-goin’ to sign it?’ + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘there’s somethin’ in that; and I wish your + mother-in-law ‘ud only conduct her conwersation on the same gen-teel + principle. Ain’t you a-goin’ to sign it?’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s the difficulty,’ said Sam; ‘I don’t know what to sign it.’ + ‘That’s the difficulty,’ said Sam; ‘I don’t know what to sign it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sign it—“Veller”,’ said the oldest surviving proprietor of that + ‘Sign it—“Veller”,’ said the oldest surviving proprietor of that name. </p> <p> - ‘Won’t do,’ said Sam. ‘Never sign a walentine with your own name.’ + ‘Won’t do,’ said Sam. ‘Never sign a walentine with your own name.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sign it “Pickwick,” then,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘it’s a wery good name, and a - easy one to spell.’ + ‘Sign it “Pickwick,” then,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘it’s a wery good name, and a + easy one to spell.’ </p> <p> - The wery thing,’ said Sam. ‘I <i>could </i>end with a werse; what do you - think?’ + The wery thing,’ said Sam. ‘I <i>could </i>end with a werse; what do you + think?’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t like it, Sam,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘I never know’d a respectable - coachman as wrote poetry, ‘cept one, as made an affectin’ copy o’ werses + ‘I don’t like it, Sam,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘I never know’d a respectable + coachman as wrote poetry, ‘cept one, as made an affectin’ copy o’ werses the night afore he was hung for a highway robbery; and he wos only a - Cambervell man, so even that’s no rule.’ + Cambervell man, so even that’s no rule.’ </p> <p> But Sam was not to be dissuaded from the poetical idea that had occurred - to him, so he signed the letter— + to him, so he signed the letter— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘Your love-sick - Pickwick.’ + ‘Your love-sick + Pickwick.’ </pre> <p> And having folded it, in a very intricate manner, squeezed a downhill - direction in one corner: ‘To Mary, Housemaid, at Mr. Nupkins’s, Mayor’s, - Ipswich, Suffolk’; and put it into his pocket, wafered, and ready for the + direction in one corner: ‘To Mary, Housemaid, at Mr. Nupkins’s, Mayor’s, + Ipswich, Suffolk’; and put it into his pocket, wafered, and ready for the general post. This important business having been transacted, Mr. Weller the elder proceeded to open that, on which he had summoned his son. </p> <p> - ‘The first matter relates to your governor, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘He’s - a-goin’ to be tried to-morrow, ain’t he?’ + ‘The first matter relates to your governor, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘He’s + a-goin’ to be tried to-morrow, ain’t he?’ </p> <p> - ‘The trial’s a-comin’ on,’ replied Sam. + ‘The trial’s a-comin’ on,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘Now I s’pose he’ll want to call some witnesses - to speak to his character, or p’rhaps to prove a alleybi. I’ve been - a-turnin’ the bis’ness over in my mind, and he may make his-self easy, - Sammy. I’ve got some friends as’ll do either for him, but my adwice ‘ud be - this here—never mind the character, and stick to the alleybi. - Nothing like a alleybi, Sammy, nothing.’ Mr. Weller looked very profound + ‘Vell,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘Now I s’pose he’ll want to call some witnesses + to speak to his character, or p’rhaps to prove a alleybi. I’ve been + a-turnin’ the bis’ness over in my mind, and he may make his-self easy, + Sammy. I’ve got some friends as’ll do either for him, but my adwice ‘ud be + this here—never mind the character, and stick to the alleybi. + Nothing like a alleybi, Sammy, nothing.’ Mr. Weller looked very profound as he delivered this legal opinion; and burying his nose in his tumbler, winked over the top thereof, at his astonished son. </p> <p> - ‘Why, what do you mean?’ said Sam; ‘you don’t think he’s a-goin’ to be - tried at the Old Bailey, do you?’ + ‘Why, what do you mean?’ said Sam; ‘you don’t think he’s a-goin’ to be + tried at the Old Bailey, do you?’ </p> <p> - ‘That ain’t no part of the present consideration, Sammy,’ replied Mr. - Weller. ‘Verever he’s a-goin’ to be tried, my boy, a alleybi’s the thing - to get him off. Ve got Tom Vildspark off that ‘ere manslaughter, with a - alleybi, ven all the big vigs to a man said as nothing couldn’t save him. - And my ‘pinion is, Sammy, that if your governor don’t prove a alleybi, - he’ll be what the Italians call reg’larly flummoxed, and that’s all about - it.’ + ‘That ain’t no part of the present consideration, Sammy,’ replied Mr. + Weller. ‘Verever he’s a-goin’ to be tried, my boy, a alleybi’s the thing + to get him off. Ve got Tom Vildspark off that ‘ere manslaughter, with a + alleybi, ven all the big vigs to a man said as nothing couldn’t save him. + And my ‘pinion is, Sammy, that if your governor don’t prove a alleybi, + he’ll be what the Italians call reg’larly flummoxed, and that’s all about + it.’ </p> <p> As the elder Mr. Weller entertained a firm and unalterable conviction that @@ -25669,75 +25601,75 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger practice of all other courts of justice whatsoever, he totally disregarded the assurances and arguments of his son, tending to show that the alibi was inadmissible; and vehemently protested that Mr. Pickwick was being - ‘wictimised.’ Finding that it was of no use to discuss the matter further, + ‘wictimised.’ Finding that it was of no use to discuss the matter further, Sam changed the subject, and inquired what the second topic was, on which his revered parent wished to consult him. </p> <p> - ‘That’s a pint o’ domestic policy, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘This here - Stiggins—’ + ‘That’s a pint o’ domestic policy, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘This here + Stiggins—’ </p> <p> - ‘Red-nosed man?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Red-nosed man?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘The wery same,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘This here red-nosed man, Sammy, + ‘The wery same,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘This here red-nosed man, Sammy, wisits your mother-in-law vith a kindness and constancy I never see - equalled. He’s sitch a friend o’ the family, Sammy, that wen he’s avay - from us, he can’t be comfortable unless he has somethin’ to remember us - by.’ + equalled. He’s sitch a friend o’ the family, Sammy, that wen he’s avay + from us, he can’t be comfortable unless he has somethin’ to remember us + by.’ </p> <p> - ‘And I’d give him somethin’ as ‘ud turpentine and beeswax his memory for - the next ten years or so, if I wos you,’ interposed Sam. + ‘And I’d give him somethin’ as ‘ud turpentine and beeswax his memory for + the next ten years or so, if I wos you,’ interposed Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Stop a minute,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘I wos a-going to say, he always brings + ‘Stop a minute,’ said Mr. Weller; ‘I wos a-going to say, he always brings now, a flat bottle as holds about a pint and a half, and fills it vith the - pine-apple rum afore he goes avay.’ + pine-apple rum afore he goes avay.’ </p> <p> - ‘And empties it afore he comes back, I s’pose?’ said Sam. + ‘And empties it afore he comes back, I s’pose?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Clean!’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘never leaves nothin’ in it but the cork and + ‘Clean!’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘never leaves nothin’ in it but the cork and the smell; trust him for that, Sammy. Now, these here fellows, my boy, are - a-goin’ to-night to get up the monthly meetin’ o’ the Brick Lane Branch o’ + a-goin’ to-night to get up the monthly meetin’ o’ the Brick Lane Branch o’ the United Grand Junction Ebenezer Temperance Association. Your - mother-in-law wos a-goin’, Sammy, but she’s got the rheumatics, and can’t; - and I, Sammy—I’ve got the two tickets as wos sent her.’ Mr. Weller + mother-in-law wos a-goin’, Sammy, but she’s got the rheumatics, and can’t; + and I, Sammy—I’ve got the two tickets as wos sent her.’ Mr. Weller communicated this secret with great glee, and winked so indefatigably after doing so, that Sam began to think he must have got the <i>Tic Doloureux</i> in his right eyelid. </p> <p> - ‘Well?’ said that young gentleman. + ‘Well?’ said that young gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ continued his progenitor, looking round him very cautiously, ‘you - and I’ll go, punctiwal to the time. The deputy-shepherd won’t, Sammy; the - deputy-shepherd won’t.’ Here Mr. Weller was seized with a paroxysm of + ‘Well,’ continued his progenitor, looking round him very cautiously, ‘you + and I’ll go, punctiwal to the time. The deputy-shepherd won’t, Sammy; the + deputy-shepherd won’t.’ Here Mr. Weller was seized with a paroxysm of chuckles, which gradually terminated in as near an approach to a choke as an elderly gentleman can, with safety, sustain. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I never see sitch an old ghost in all my born days,’ exclaimed Sam, - rubbing the old gentleman’s back, hard enough to set him on fire with the - friction. ‘What are you a-laughin’ at, corpilence?’ + ‘Well, I never see sitch an old ghost in all my born days,’ exclaimed Sam, + rubbing the old gentleman’s back, hard enough to set him on fire with the + friction. ‘What are you a-laughin’ at, corpilence?’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush! Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, looking round him with increased caution, - and speaking in a whisper. ‘Two friends o’ mine, as works the Oxford Road, - and is up to all kinds o’ games, has got the deputy-shepherd safe in tow, - Sammy; and ven he does come to the Ebenezer Junction (vich he’s sure to - do: for they’ll see him to the door, and shove him in, if necessary), - he’ll be as far gone in rum-and-water, as ever he wos at the Markis o’ - Granby, Dorkin’, and that’s not sayin’ a little neither.’ And with this, + ‘Hush! Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, looking round him with increased caution, + and speaking in a whisper. ‘Two friends o’ mine, as works the Oxford Road, + and is up to all kinds o’ games, has got the deputy-shepherd safe in tow, + Sammy; and ven he does come to the Ebenezer Junction (vich he’s sure to + do: for they’ll see him to the door, and shove him in, if necessary), + he’ll be as far gone in rum-and-water, as ever he wos at the Markis o’ + Granby, Dorkin’, and that’s not sayin’ a little neither.’ And with this, Mr. Weller once more laughed immoderately, and once more relapsed into a state of partial suffocation, in consequence. </p> <p> - Nothing could have been more in accordance with Sam Weller’s feelings than + Nothing could have been more in accordance with Sam Weller’s feelings than the projected exposure of the real propensities and qualities of the red-nosed man; and it being very near the appointed hour of meeting, the father and son took their way at once to Brick Lane, Sam not forgetting to @@ -25749,7 +25681,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger airily situated at the top of a safe and commodious ladder. The president was the straight-walking Mr. Anthony Humm, a converted fireman, now a schoolmaster, and occasionally an itinerant preacher; and the secretary - was Mr. Jonas Mudge, chandler’s shopkeeper, an enthusiastic and + was Mr. Jonas Mudge, chandler’s shopkeeper, an enthusiastic and disinterested vessel, who sold tea to the members. Previous to the commencement of business, the ladies sat upon forms, and drank tea, till such time as they considered it expedient to leave off; and a large wooden @@ -25761,32 +25693,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> On this particular occasion the women drank tea to a most alarming extent; greatly to the horror of Mr. Weller, senior, who, utterly regardless of - all Sam’s admonitory nudgings, stared about him in every direction with + all Sam’s admonitory nudgings, stared about him in every direction with the most undisguised astonishment. </p> <p> - ‘Sammy,’ whispered Mr. Weller, ‘if some o’ these here people don’t want - tappin’ to-morrow mornin’, I ain’t your father, and that’s wot it is. Why, - this here old lady next me is a-drowndin’ herself in tea.’ + ‘Sammy,’ whispered Mr. Weller, ‘if some o’ these here people don’t want + tappin’ to-morrow mornin’, I ain’t your father, and that’s wot it is. Why, + this here old lady next me is a-drowndin’ herself in tea.’ </p> <p> - Be quiet, can’t you?’ murmured Sam. + Be quiet, can’t you?’ murmured Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ whispered Mr. Weller, a moment afterwards, in a tone of deep - agitation, ‘mark my vords, my boy. If that ‘ere secretary fellow keeps on - for only five minutes more, he’ll blow hisself up with toast and water.’ + ‘Sam,’ whispered Mr. Weller, a moment afterwards, in a tone of deep + agitation, ‘mark my vords, my boy. If that ‘ere secretary fellow keeps on + for only five minutes more, he’ll blow hisself up with toast and water.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, let him, if he likes,’ replied Sam; ‘it ain’t no bis’ness o’ - yourn.’ + ‘Well, let him, if he likes,’ replied Sam; ‘it ain’t no bis’ness o’ + yourn.’ </p> <p> - ‘If this here lasts much longer, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, in the same low - voice, ‘I shall feel it my duty, as a human bein’, to rise and address the - cheer. There’s a young ‘ooman on the next form but two, as has drunk nine - breakfast cups and a half; and she’s a-swellin’ wisibly before my wery - eyes.’ + ‘If this here lasts much longer, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, in the same low + voice, ‘I shall feel it my duty, as a human bein’, to rise and address the + cheer. There’s a young ‘ooman on the next form but two, as has drunk nine + breakfast cups and a half; and she’s a-swellin’ wisibly before my wery + eyes.’ </p> <p> There is little doubt that Mr. Weller would have carried his benevolent @@ -25797,11 +25729,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and the business of the evening was commenced by a little emphatic man, with a bald head and drab shorts, who suddenly rushed up the ladder, at the imminent peril of snapping the two little legs incased in the drab - shorts, and said— + shorts, and said— </p> <p> - ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I move our excellent brother, Mr. Anthony Humm, - into the chair.’ + ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I move our excellent brother, Mr. Anthony Humm, + into the chair.’ </p> <p> The ladies waved a choice selection of pocket-handkerchiefs at this @@ -25812,7 +25744,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger white-faced man, in a perpetual perspiration, bowed meekly, to the great admiration of the females, and formally took his seat. Silence was then proclaimed by the little man in the drab shorts, and Mr. Humm rose and - said—That, with the permission of his Brick Lane Branch brothers and + said—That, with the permission of his Brick Lane Branch brothers and sisters, then and there present, the secretary would read the report of the Brick Lane Branch committee; a proposition which was again received with a demonstration of pocket-handkerchiefs. @@ -25823,20 +25755,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger done, having been duly performed, the following document was read: </p> <p> - ‘REPORT OF THE COMMITTEE OF THE BRICK LANE BRANCH OF THE UNITED GRAND + ‘REPORT OF THE COMMITTEE OF THE BRICK LANE BRANCH OF THE UNITED GRAND JUNCTION EBENEZER TEMPERANCE ASSOCIATION </p> <p> - ‘Your committee have pursued their grateful labours during the past month, + ‘Your committee have pursued their grateful labours during the past month, and have the unspeakable pleasure of reporting the following additional cases of converts to Temperance. </p> <p> - ‘H. Walker, tailor, wife, and two children. When in better circumstances, + ‘H. Walker, tailor, wife, and two children. When in better circumstances, owns to having been in the constant habit of drinking ale and beer; says he is not certain whether he did not twice a week, for twenty years, taste - “dog’s nose,” which your committee find upon inquiry, to be compounded of - warm porter, moist sugar, gin, and nutmeg (a groan, and ‘So it is!’ from + “dog’s nose,” which your committee find upon inquiry, to be compounded of + warm porter, moist sugar, gin, and nutmeg (a groan, and ‘So it is!’ from an elderly female). Is now out of work and penniless; thinks it must be the porter (cheers) or the loss of the use of his right hand; is not certain which, but thinks it very likely that, if he had drunk nothing but @@ -25846,9 +25778,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger applause). </p> <p> - ‘Betsy Martin, widow, one child, and one eye. Goes out charing and + ‘Betsy Martin, widow, one child, and one eye. Goes out charing and washing, by the day; never had more than one eye, but knows her mother - drank bottled stout, and shouldn’t wonder if that caused it (immense + drank bottled stout, and shouldn’t wonder if that caused it (immense cheering). Thinks it not impossible that if she had always abstained from spirits she might have had two eyes by this time (tremendous applause). Used, at every place she went to, to have eighteen-pence a day, a pint of @@ -25857,7 +25789,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger this most interesting fact was received with deafening enthusiasm). </p> <p> - ‘Henry Beller was for many years toast-master at various corporation + ‘Henry Beller was for many years toast-master at various corporation dinners, during which time he drank a great deal of foreign wine; may sometimes have carried a bottle or two home with him; is not quite certain of that, but is sure if he did, that he drank the contents. Feels very low @@ -25867,40 +25799,40 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger plaudits). </p> <p> - ‘Thomas Burton is purveyor of cat’s meat to the Lord Mayor and Sheriffs, + ‘Thomas Burton is purveyor of cat’s meat to the Lord Mayor and Sheriffs, and several members of the Common Council (the announcement of this - gentleman’s name was received with breathless interest). Has a wooden leg; + gentleman’s name was received with breathless interest). Has a wooden leg; finds a wooden leg expensive, going over the stones; used to wear second-hand wooden legs, and drink a glass of hot gin-and-water regularly - every night—sometimes two (deep sighs). Found the second-hand wooden + every night—sometimes two (deep sighs). Found the second-hand wooden legs split and rot very quickly; is firmly persuaded that their constitution was undermined by the gin-and-water (prolonged cheering). Buys new wooden legs now, and drinks nothing but water and weak tea. The new legs last twice as long as the others used to do, and he attributes - this solely to his temperate habits (triumphant cheers).’ + this solely to his temperate habits (triumphant cheers).’ </p> <p> Anthony Humm now moved that the assembly do regale itself with a song. With a view to their rational and moral enjoyment, Brother Mordlin had - adapted the beautiful words of ‘Who hasn’t heard of a Jolly Young - Waterman?’ to the tune of the Old Hundredth, which he would request them + adapted the beautiful words of ‘Who hasn’t heard of a Jolly Young + Waterman?’ to the tune of the Old Hundredth, which he would request them to join him in singing (great applause). He might take that opportunity of expressing his firm persuasion that the late Mr. Dibdin, seeing the errors of his former life, had written that song to show the advantages of abstinence. It was a temperance song (whirlwinds of cheers). The neatness - of the young man’s attire, the dexterity of his feathering, the enviable + of the young man’s attire, the dexterity of his feathering, the enviable state of mind which enabled him in the beautiful words of the poet, to </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘Row along, thinking of nothing at all,’ + ‘Row along, thinking of nothing at all,’ </pre> <p> all combined to prove that he must have been a water-drinker (cheers). Oh, what a state of virtuous jollity! (rapturous cheering). And what was the - young man’s reward? Let all young men present mark this: + young man’s reward? Let all young men present mark this: </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘The maidens all flocked to his boat so readily.’ + ‘The maidens all flocked to his boat so readily.’ </pre> <p> (Loud cheers, in which the ladies joined.) What a bright example! The @@ -25909,27 +25841,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger humble life only, who soothed, consoled, and supported him? No! </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘He was always first oars with the fine city ladies.’ + ‘He was always first oars with the fine city ladies.’ </pre> <p> - (Immense cheering.) The soft sex to a man—he begged pardon, to a - female—rallied round the young waterman, and turned with disgust + (Immense cheering.) The soft sex to a man—he begged pardon, to a + female—rallied round the young waterman, and turned with disgust from the drinker of spirits (cheers). The Brick Lane Branch brothers were watermen (cheers and laughter). That room was their boat; that audience were the maidens; and he (Mr. Anthony Humm), however unworthily, was - ‘first oars’ (unbounded applause). + ‘first oars’ (unbounded applause). </p> <p> - ‘Wot does he mean by the soft sex, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller, in a + ‘Wot does he mean by the soft sex, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller, in a whisper. </p> <p> - ‘The womin,’ said Sam, in the same tone. + ‘The womin,’ said Sam, in the same tone. </p> <p> - ‘He ain’t far out there, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘they <i>must </i>be - a soft sex—a wery soft sex, indeed—if they let themselves be - gammoned by such fellers as him.’ + ‘He ain’t far out there, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘they <i>must </i>be + a soft sex—a wery soft sex, indeed—if they let themselves be + gammoned by such fellers as him.’ </p> <p> Any further observations from the indignant old gentleman were cut short @@ -25940,10 +25872,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger whispered Mr. Anthony Humm, with a face of the deepest importance. </p> <p> - ‘My friends,’ said Mr. Humm, holding up his hand in a deprecatory manner, + ‘My friends,’ said Mr. Humm, holding up his hand in a deprecatory manner, to bespeak the silence of such of the stout old ladies as were yet a line - or two behind; ‘my friends, a delegate from the Dorking Branch of our - society, Brother Stiggins, attends below.’ + or two behind; ‘my friends, a delegate from the Dorking Branch of our + society, Brother Stiggins, attends below.’ </p> <p> Out came the pocket-handkerchiefs again, in greater force than ever; for @@ -25951,8 +25883,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Brick Lane. </p> <p> - ‘He may approach, I think,’ said Mr. Humm, looking round him, with a fat - smile. ‘Brother Tadger, let him come forth and greet us.’ + ‘He may approach, I think,’ said Mr. Humm, looking round him, with a fat + smile. ‘Brother Tadger, let him come forth and greet us.’ </p> <p> The little man in the drab shorts who answered to the name of Brother @@ -25960,13 +25892,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger afterwards heard tumbling up with the Reverend Mr. Stiggins. </p> <p> - ‘He’s a-comin’, Sammy,’ whispered Mr. Weller, purple in the countenance + ‘He’s a-comin’, Sammy,’ whispered Mr. Weller, purple in the countenance with suppressed laughter. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t say nothin’ to me,’ replied Sam, ‘for I can’t bear it. He’s close - to the door. I hear him a-knockin’ his head again the lath and plaster - now.’ + ‘Don’t say nothin’ to me,’ replied Sam, ‘for I can’t bear it. He’s close + to the door. I hear him a-knockin’ his head again the lath and plaster + now.’ </p> <p> As Sam Weller spoke, the little door flew open, and Brother Tadger @@ -25979,24 +25911,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger unsteady and uncertain manner. </p> <p> - ‘Are you unwell, Brother Stiggins?’ whispered Mr. Anthony Humm. + ‘Are you unwell, Brother Stiggins?’ whispered Mr. Anthony Humm. </p> <p> - ‘I am all right, Sir,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, in a tone in which ferocity - was blended with an extreme thickness of utterance; ‘I am all right, Sir.’ + ‘I am all right, Sir,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, in a tone in which ferocity + was blended with an extreme thickness of utterance; ‘I am all right, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, very well,’ rejoined Mr. Anthony Humm, retreating a few paces. + ‘Oh, very well,’ rejoined Mr. Anthony Humm, retreating a few paces. </p> <p> - ‘I believe no man here has ventured to say that I am not all right, Sir?’ + ‘I believe no man here has ventured to say that I am not all right, Sir?’ said Mr. Stiggins. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, certainly not,’ said Mr. Humm. + ‘Oh, certainly not,’ said Mr. Humm. </p> <p> - ‘I should advise him not to, Sir; I should advise him not,’ said Mr. + ‘I should advise him not to, Sir; I should advise him not,’ said Mr. Stiggins. </p> <p> @@ -26004,22 +25936,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger anxiety for the resumption of business. </p> <p> - ‘Will you address the meeting, brother?’ said Mr. Humm, with a smile of + ‘Will you address the meeting, brother?’ said Mr. Humm, with a smile of invitation. </p> <p> - ‘No, sir,’ rejoined Mr. Stiggins; ‘No, sir. I will not, sir.’ + ‘No, sir,’ rejoined Mr. Stiggins; ‘No, sir. I will not, sir.’ </p> <p> The meeting looked at each other with raised eyelids; and a murmur of astonishment ran through the room. </p> <p> - ‘It’s my opinion, sir,’ said Mr. Stiggins, unbuttoning his coat, and - speaking very loudly—‘it’s my opinion, sir, that this meeting is - drunk, sir. Brother Tadger, sir!’ said Mr. Stiggins, suddenly increasing + ‘It’s my opinion, sir,’ said Mr. Stiggins, unbuttoning his coat, and + speaking very loudly—‘it’s my opinion, sir, that this meeting is + drunk, sir. Brother Tadger, sir!’ said Mr. Stiggins, suddenly increasing in ferocity, and turning sharp round on the little man in the drab shorts, - ‘<i>you </i>are drunk, sir!’ With this, Mr. Stiggins, entertaining a + ‘<i>you </i>are drunk, sir!’ With this, Mr. Stiggins, entertaining a praiseworthy desire to promote the sobriety of the meeting, and to exclude therefrom all improper characters, hit Brother Tadger on the summit of the nose with such unerring aim, that the drab shorts disappeared like a flash @@ -26036,31 +25968,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger out, and nothing but noise and confusion resounded on all sides. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, taking off his greatcoat with much - deliberation, ‘just you step out, and fetch in a watchman.’ + ‘Now, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, taking off his greatcoat with much + deliberation, ‘just you step out, and fetch in a watchman.’ </p> <p> - ‘And wot are you a-goin’ to do, the while?’ inquired Sam. + ‘And wot are you a-goin’ to do, the while?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Never you mind me, Sammy,’ replied the old gentleman; ‘I shall ockipy - myself in havin’ a small settlement with that ‘ere Stiggins.’ Before Sam + ‘Never you mind me, Sammy,’ replied the old gentleman; ‘I shall ockipy + myself in havin’ a small settlement with that ‘ere Stiggins.’ Before Sam could interfere to prevent it, his heroic parent had penetrated into a remote corner of the room, and attacked the Reverend Mr. Stiggins with manual dexterity. </p> <p> - ‘Come off!’ said Sam. + ‘Come off!’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Come on!’ cried Mr. Weller; and without further invitation he gave the + ‘Come on!’ cried Mr. Weller; and without further invitation he gave the Reverend Mr. Stiggins a preliminary tap on the head, and began dancing round him in a buoyant and cork-like manner, which in a gentleman at his time of life was a perfect marvel to behold. </p> <p> Finding all remonstrances unavailing, Sam pulled his hat firmly on, threw - his father’s coat over his arm, and taking the old man round the waist, + his father’s coat over his arm, and taking the old man round the waist, forcibly dragged him down the ladder, and into the street; never releasing his hold, or permitting him to stop, until they reached the corner. As they gained it, they could hear the shouts of the populace, who were @@ -26082,42 +26014,42 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span> wonder what the - foreman of the jury, whoever he’ll be, has got for breakfast,’ said Mr. + foreman of the jury, whoever he’ll be, has got for breakfast,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, by way of keeping up a conversation on the eventful morning of the fourteenth of February. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said Perker, ‘I hope he’s got a good one.’ + ‘Ah!’ said Perker, ‘I hope he’s got a good one.’ </p> <p> - Why so?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + Why so?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Highly important—very important, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker. ‘A + ‘Highly important—very important, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker. ‘A good, contented, well-breakfasted juryman is a capital thing to get hold of. Discontented or hungry jurymen, my dear sir, always find for the - plaintiff.’ + plaintiff.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bless my heart,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking very blank, ‘what do they do - that for?’ + ‘Bless my heart,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking very blank, ‘what do they do + that for?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, I don’t know,’ replied the little man coolly; ‘saves time, I - suppose. If it’s near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when - the jury has retired, and says, “Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, - I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen.” “So do I,” says everybody else, + ‘Why, I don’t know,’ replied the little man coolly; ‘saves time, I + suppose. If it’s near dinner-time, the foreman takes out his watch when + the jury has retired, and says, “Dear me, gentlemen, ten minutes to five, + I declare! I dine at five, gentlemen.” “So do I,” says everybody else, except two men who ought to have dined at three and seem more than half disposed to stand out in consequence. The foreman smiles, and puts up his - watch:—“Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, - gentlemen? I rather think, so far as I am concerned, gentlemen,—I - say, I rather think—but don’t let that influence you—I <i>rather</i> - think the plaintiff’s the man.” Upon this, two or three other men are sure - to say that they think so too—as of course they do; and then they - get on very unanimously and comfortably. Ten minutes past nine!’ said the - little man, looking at his watch. ‘Time we were off, my dear sir; breach + watch:—“Well, gentlemen, what do we say, plaintiff or defendant, + gentlemen? I rather think, so far as I am concerned, gentlemen,—I + say, I rather think—but don’t let that influence you—I <i>rather</i> + think the plaintiff’s the man.” Upon this, two or three other men are sure + to say that they think so too—as of course they do; and then they + get on very unanimously and comfortably. Ten minutes past nine!’ said the + little man, looking at his watch. ‘Time we were off, my dear sir; breach of promise trial-court is generally full in such cases. You had better - ring for a coach, my dear sir, or we shall be rather late.’ + ring for a coach, my dear sir, or we shall be rather late.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick immediately rang the bell, and a coach having been procured, @@ -26126,11 +26058,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a cab. </p> <p> - ‘Lowten,’ said Perker, when they reached the outer hall of the court, ‘put - Mr. Pickwick’s friends in the students’ box; Mr. Pickwick himself had - better sit by me. This way, my dear sir, this way.’ Taking Mr. Pickwick by + ‘Lowten,’ said Perker, when they reached the outer hall of the court, ‘put + Mr. Pickwick’s friends in the students’ box; Mr. Pickwick himself had + better sit by me. This way, my dear sir, this way.’ Taking Mr. Pickwick by the coat sleeve, the little man led him to the low seat just beneath the - desks of the King’s Counsel, which is constructed for the convenience of + desks of the King’s Counsel, which is constructed for the convenience of attorneys, who from that spot can whisper into the ear of the leading counsel in the case, any instructions that may be necessary during the progress of the trial. The occupants of this seat are invisible to the @@ -26140,46 +26072,46 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the judge. </p> <p> - ‘That’s the witness-box, I suppose?’ said Mr. Pickwick, pointing to a kind + ‘That’s the witness-box, I suppose?’ said Mr. Pickwick, pointing to a kind of pulpit, with a brass rail, on his left hand. </p> <p> - ‘That’s the witness-box, my dear sir,’ replied Perker, disinterring a + ‘That’s the witness-box, my dear sir,’ replied Perker, disinterring a quantity of papers from the blue bag, which Lowten had just deposited at his feet. </p> <p> - ‘And that,’ said Mr. Pickwick, pointing to a couple of enclosed seats on - his right, ‘that’s where the jurymen sit, is it not?’ + ‘And that,’ said Mr. Pickwick, pointing to a couple of enclosed seats on + his right, ‘that’s where the jurymen sit, is it not?’ </p> <p> - ‘The identical place, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker, tapping the lid of his + ‘The identical place, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker, tapping the lid of his snuff-box. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick stood up in a state of great agitation, and took a glance at the court. There were already a pretty large sprinkling of spectators in the gallery, and a numerous muster of gentlemen in wigs, in the - barristers’ seats, who presented, as a body, all that pleasing and + barristers’ seats, who presented, as a body, all that pleasing and extensive variety of nose and whisker for which the Bar of England is so justly celebrated. Such of the gentlemen as had a brief to carry, carried it in as conspicuous a manner as possible, and occasionally scratched their noses therewith, to impress the fact more strongly on the observation of the spectators. Other gentlemen, who had no briefs to show, carried under their arms goodly octavos, with a red label behind, and that - under-done-pie-crust-coloured cover, which is technically known as ‘law - calf.’ Others, who had neither briefs nor books, thrust their hands into + under-done-pie-crust-coloured cover, which is technically known as ‘law + calf.’ Others, who had neither briefs nor books, thrust their hands into their pockets, and looked as wise as they conveniently could; others, again, moved here and there with great restlessness and earnestness of manner, content to awaken thereby the admiration and astonishment of the uninitiated strangers. The whole, to the great wonderment of Mr. Pickwick, were divided into little groups, who were chatting and discussing the news - of the day in the most unfeeling manner possible—just as if no trial + of the day in the most unfeeling manner possible—just as if no trial at all were coming on. </p> <p> A bow from Mr. Phunky, as he entered, and took his seat behind the row - appropriated to the King’s Counsel, attracted Mr. Pickwick’s attention; + appropriated to the King’s Counsel, attracted Mr. Pickwick’s attention; and he had scarcely returned it, when Mr. Serjeant Snubbin appeared, followed by Mr. Mallard, who half hid the Serjeant behind a large crimson bag, which he placed on his table, and, after shaking hands with Perker, @@ -26188,19 +26120,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Serjeant Snubbin, and said it was a fine morning. </p> <p> - ‘Who’s that red-faced man, who said it was a fine morning, and nodded to - our counsel?’ whispered Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Who’s that red-faced man, who said it was a fine morning, and nodded to + our counsel?’ whispered Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz,’ replied Perker. ‘He’s opposed to us; he leads on - the other side. That gentleman behind him is Mr. Skimpin, his junior.’ + ‘Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz,’ replied Perker. ‘He’s opposed to us; he leads on + the other side. That gentleman behind him is Mr. Skimpin, his junior.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick was on the point of inquiring, with great abhorrence of the - man’s cold-blooded villainy, how Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, who was counsel for + man’s cold-blooded villainy, how Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, who was counsel for the opposite party, dared to presume to tell Mr. Serjeant Snubbin, who was counsel for him, that it was a fine morning, when he was interrupted by a - general rising of the barristers, and a loud cry of ‘Silence!’ from the + general rising of the barristers, and a loud cry of ‘Silence!’ from the officers of the court. Looking round, he found that this was caused by the entrance of the judge. </p> @@ -26216,9 +26148,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> The judge had no sooner taken his seat, than the officer on the floor of - the court called out ‘Silence!’ in a commanding tone, upon which another - officer in the gallery cried ‘Silence!’ in an angry manner, whereupon - three or four more ushers shouted ‘Silence!’ in a voice of indignant + the court called out ‘Silence!’ in a commanding tone, upon which another + officer in the gallery cried ‘Silence!’ in an angry manner, whereupon + three or four more ushers shouted ‘Silence!’ in a voice of indignant remonstrance. This being done, a gentleman in black, who sat below the judge, proceeded to call over the names of the jury; and after a great deal of bawling, it was discovered that only ten special jurymen were @@ -26227,72 +26159,72 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the common jurymen; and a greengrocer and a chemist were caught directly. </p> <p> - ‘Answer to your names, gentlemen, that you may be sworn,’ said the - gentleman in black. ‘Richard Upwitch.’ + ‘Answer to your names, gentlemen, that you may be sworn,’ said the + gentleman in black. ‘Richard Upwitch.’ </p> <p> - ‘Here,’ said the greengrocer. + ‘Here,’ said the greengrocer. </p> <p> - ‘Thomas Groffin.’ + ‘Thomas Groffin.’ </p> <p> - ‘Here,’ said the chemist. + ‘Here,’ said the chemist. </p> <p> - ‘Take the book, gentlemen. You shall well and truly try—’ + ‘Take the book, gentlemen. You shall well and truly try—’ </p> <p> - ‘I beg this court’s pardon,’ said the chemist, who was a tall, thin, - yellow-visaged man, ‘but I hope this court will excuse my attendance.’ + ‘I beg this court’s pardon,’ said the chemist, who was a tall, thin, + yellow-visaged man, ‘but I hope this court will excuse my attendance.’ </p> <p> - ‘On what grounds, Sir?’ said Mr. Justice Stareleigh. + ‘On what grounds, Sir?’ said Mr. Justice Stareleigh. </p> <p> - ‘I have no assistant, my Lord,’ said the chemist. + ‘I have no assistant, my Lord,’ said the chemist. </p> <p> - ‘I can’t help that, Sir,’ replied Mr. Justice Stareleigh. ‘You should hire - one.’ + ‘I can’t help that, Sir,’ replied Mr. Justice Stareleigh. ‘You should hire + one.’ </p> <p> - ‘I can’t afford it, my Lord,’ rejoined the chemist. + ‘I can’t afford it, my Lord,’ rejoined the chemist. </p> <p> - ‘Then you ought to be able to afford it, Sir,’ said the judge, reddening; - for Mr. Justice Stareleigh’s temper bordered on the irritable, and brooked + ‘Then you ought to be able to afford it, Sir,’ said the judge, reddening; + for Mr. Justice Stareleigh’s temper bordered on the irritable, and brooked not contradiction. </p> <p> - ‘I know I <i>ought </i>to do, if I got on as well as I deserved; but I - don’t, my Lord,’ answered the chemist. + ‘I know I <i>ought </i>to do, if I got on as well as I deserved; but I + don’t, my Lord,’ answered the chemist. </p> <p> - ‘Swear the gentleman,’ said the judge peremptorily. + ‘Swear the gentleman,’ said the judge peremptorily. </p> <p> - The officer had got no further than the ‘You shall well and truly try,’ + The officer had got no further than the ‘You shall well and truly try,’ when he was again interrupted by the chemist. </p> <p> - ‘I am to be sworn, my Lord, am I?’ said the chemist. + ‘I am to be sworn, my Lord, am I?’ said the chemist. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, sir,’ replied the testy little judge. + ‘Certainly, sir,’ replied the testy little judge. </p> <p> - ‘Very well, my Lord,’ replied the chemist, in a resigned manner. ‘Then - there’ll be murder before this trial’s over; that’s all. Swear me, if you - please, Sir;’ and sworn the chemist was, before the judge could find words + ‘Very well, my Lord,’ replied the chemist, in a resigned manner. ‘Then + there’ll be murder before this trial’s over; that’s all. Swear me, if you + please, Sir;’ and sworn the chemist was, before the judge could find words to utter. </p> <p> - ‘I merely wanted to observe, my Lord,’ said the chemist, taking his seat - with great deliberation, ‘that I’ve left nobody but an errand-boy in my + ‘I merely wanted to observe, my Lord,’ said the chemist, taking his seat + with great deliberation, ‘that I’ve left nobody but an errand-boy in my shop. He is a very nice boy, my Lord, but he is not acquainted with drugs; and I know that the prevailing impression on his mind is, that Epsom salts - means oxalic acid; and syrup of senna, laudanum. That’s all, my Lord.’ + means oxalic acid; and syrup of senna, laudanum. That’s all, my Lord.’ With this, the tall chemist composed himself into a comfortable attitude, and, assuming a pleasant expression of countenance, appeared to have prepared himself for the worst. @@ -26316,65 +26248,65 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and several of the beholders tried to cough down their emotion. </p> <p> - ‘Very good notion that indeed,’ whispered Perker to Mr. Pickwick. ‘Capital + ‘Very good notion that indeed,’ whispered Perker to Mr. Pickwick. ‘Capital fellows those Dodson and Fogg; excellent ideas of effect, my dear Sir, - excellent.’ + excellent.’ </p> <p> As Perker spoke, Mrs. Bardell began to recover by slow degrees, while Mrs. - Cluppins, after a careful survey of Master Bardell’s buttons and the + Cluppins, after a careful survey of Master Bardell’s buttons and the button-holes to which they severally belonged, placed him on the floor of - the court in front of his mother—a commanding position in which he + the court in front of his mother—a commanding position in which he could not fail to awaken the full commiseration and sympathy of both judge and jury. This was not done without considerable opposition, and many tears, on the part of the young gentleman himself, who had certain inward - misgivings that the placing him within the full glare of the judge’s eye + misgivings that the placing him within the full glare of the judge’s eye was only a formal prelude to his being immediately ordered away for instant execution, or for transportation beyond the seas, during the whole term of his natural life, at the very least. </p> <p> - ‘Bardell and Pickwick,’ cried the gentleman in black, calling on the case, + ‘Bardell and Pickwick,’ cried the gentleman in black, calling on the case, which stood first on the list. </p> <p> - ‘I am for the plaintiff, my Lord,’ said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz. + ‘I am for the plaintiff, my Lord,’ said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz. </p> <p> - ‘Who is with you, Brother Buzfuz?’ said the judge. Mr. Skimpin bowed, to + ‘Who is with you, Brother Buzfuz?’ said the judge. Mr. Skimpin bowed, to intimate that he was. </p> <p> - ‘I appear for the defendant, my Lord,’ said Mr. Serjeant Snubbin. + ‘I appear for the defendant, my Lord,’ said Mr. Serjeant Snubbin. </p> <p> - ‘Anybody with you, Brother Snubbin?’ inquired the court. + ‘Anybody with you, Brother Snubbin?’ inquired the court. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Phunky, my Lord,’ replied Serjeant Snubbin. + ‘Mr. Phunky, my Lord,’ replied Serjeant Snubbin. </p> <p> - ‘Serjeant Buzfuz and Mr. Skimpin for the plaintiff,’ said the judge, - writing down the names in his note-book, and reading as he wrote; ‘for the - defendant, Serjeant Snubbin and Mr. Monkey.’ + ‘Serjeant Buzfuz and Mr. Skimpin for the plaintiff,’ said the judge, + writing down the names in his note-book, and reading as he wrote; ‘for the + defendant, Serjeant Snubbin and Mr. Monkey.’ </p> <p> - ‘Beg your Lordship’s pardon, Phunky.’ + ‘Beg your Lordship’s pardon, Phunky.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, very good,’ said the judge; ‘I never had the pleasure of hearing the - gentleman’s name before.’ Here Mr. Phunky bowed and smiled, and the judge + ‘Oh, very good,’ said the judge; ‘I never had the pleasure of hearing the + gentleman’s name before.’ Here Mr. Phunky bowed and smiled, and the judge bowed and smiled too, and then Mr. Phunky, blushing into the very whites - of his eyes, tried to look as if he didn’t know that everybody was gazing + of his eyes, tried to look as if he didn’t know that everybody was gazing at him, a thing which no man ever succeeded in doing yet, or in all reasonable probability, ever will. </p> <p> - ‘Go on,’ said the judge. + ‘Go on,’ said the judge. </p> <p> - The ushers again called silence, and Mr. Skimpin proceeded to ‘open the - case’; and the case appeared to have very little inside it when he had + The ushers again called silence, and Mr. Skimpin proceeded to ‘open the + case’; and the case appeared to have very little inside it when he had opened it, for he kept such particulars as he knew, completely to himself, and sat down, after a lapse of three minutes, leaving the jury in precisely the same advanced stage of wisdom as they were in before. @@ -26387,10 +26319,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Serjeant Buzfuz began by saying, that never, in the whole course of his - professional experience—never, from the very first moment of his - applying himself to the study and practice of the law—had he + professional experience—never, from the very first moment of his + applying himself to the study and practice of the law—had he approached a case with feelings of such deep emotion, or with such a heavy - sense of the responsibility imposed upon him—a responsibility, he + sense of the responsibility imposed upon him—a responsibility, he would say, which he could never have supported, were he not buoyed up and sustained by a conviction so strong, that it amounted to positive certainty that the cause of truth and justice, or, in other words, the @@ -26405,74 +26337,74 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger beginning to take voluminous notes with the utmost eagerness. </p> <p> - ‘You have heard from my learned friend, gentlemen,’ continued Serjeant + ‘You have heard from my learned friend, gentlemen,’ continued Serjeant Buzfuz, well knowing that, from the learned friend alluded to, the - gentlemen of the jury had heard just nothing at all—‘you have heard + gentlemen of the jury had heard just nothing at all—‘you have heard from my learned friend, gentlemen, that this is an action for a breach of promise of marriage, in which the damages are laid at £1,500. But you have not heard from my learned friend, inasmuch as it did not come within my - learned friend’s province to tell you, what are the facts and + learned friend’s province to tell you, what are the facts and circumstances of the case. Those facts and circumstances, gentlemen, you shall hear detailed by me, and proved by the unimpeachable female whom I - will place in that box before you.’ + will place in that box before you.’ </p> <p> - Here, Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, with a tremendous emphasis on the word ‘box,’ + Here, Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, with a tremendous emphasis on the word ‘box,’ smote his table with a mighty sound, and glanced at Dodson and Fogg, who nodded admiration of the Serjeant, and indignant defiance of the defendant. </p> <p> - ‘The plaintiff, gentlemen,’ continued Serjeant Buzfuz, in a soft and - melancholy voice, ‘the plaintiff is a widow; yes, gentlemen, a widow. The + ‘The plaintiff, gentlemen,’ continued Serjeant Buzfuz, in a soft and + melancholy voice, ‘the plaintiff is a widow; yes, gentlemen, a widow. The late Mr. Bardell, after enjoying, for many years, the esteem and confidence of his sovereign, as one of the guardians of his royal revenues, glided almost imperceptibly from the world, to seek elsewhere - for that repose and peace which a custom-house can never afford.’ + for that repose and peace which a custom-house can never afford.’ </p> <p> At this pathetic description of the decease of Mr. Bardell, who had been knocked on the head with a quart-pot in a public-house cellar, the learned - serjeant’s voice faltered, and he proceeded, with emotion— + serjeant’s voice faltered, and he proceeded, with emotion— </p> <p> - ‘Some time before his death, he had stamped his likeness upon a little + ‘Some time before his death, he had stamped his likeness upon a little boy. With this little boy, the only pledge of her departed exciseman, Mrs. Bardell shrank from the world, and courted the retirement and tranquillity of Goswell Street; and here she placed in her front parlour window a - written placard, bearing this inscription—“Apartments furnished for - a single gentleman. Inquire within.”’ Here Serjeant Buzfuz paused, while + written placard, bearing this inscription—“Apartments furnished for + a single gentleman. Inquire within.”’ Here Serjeant Buzfuz paused, while several gentlemen of the jury took a note of the document. </p> <p> - ‘There is no date to that, is there?’ inquired a juror. + ‘There is no date to that, is there?’ inquired a juror. </p> <p> - ‘There is no date, gentlemen,’ replied Serjeant Buzfuz; ‘but I am - instructed to say that it was put in the plaintiff’s parlour window just + ‘There is no date, gentlemen,’ replied Serjeant Buzfuz; ‘but I am + instructed to say that it was put in the plaintiff’s parlour window just this time three years. I entreat the attention of the jury to the wording - of this document—“Apartments furnished for a single gentleman”! Mrs. - Bardell’s opinions of the opposite sex, gentlemen, were derived from a + of this document—“Apartments furnished for a single gentleman”! Mrs. + Bardell’s opinions of the opposite sex, gentlemen, were derived from a long contemplation of the inestimable qualities of her lost husband. She had no fear, she had no distrust, she had no suspicion; all was confidence - and reliance. “Mr. Bardell,” said the widow—“Mr. Bardell was a man + and reliance. “Mr. Bardell,” said the widow—“Mr. Bardell was a man of honour, Mr. Bardell was a man of his word, Mr. Bardell was no deceiver, Mr. Bardell was once a single gentleman himself; to single gentlemen I look for protection, for assistance, for comfort, and for consolation; in single gentlemen I shall perpetually see something to remind me of what Mr. Bardell was when he first won my young and untried affections; to a - single gentleman, then, shall my lodgings be let.” Actuated by this + single gentleman, then, shall my lodgings be let.” Actuated by this beautiful and touching impulse (among the best impulses of our imperfect nature, gentlemen), the lonely and desolate widow dried her tears, furnished her first floor, caught her innocent boy to her maternal bosom, and put the bill up in her parlour window. Did it remain there long? No. The serpent was on the watch, the train was laid, the mine was preparing, the sapper and miner was at work. Before the bill had been in the parlour - window three days—three days, gentlemen—a being, erect upon + window three days—three days, gentlemen—a being, erect upon two legs, and bearing all the outward semblance of a man, and not of a - monster, knocked at the door of Mrs. Bardell’s house. He inquired within—he + monster, knocked at the door of Mrs. Bardell’s house. He inquired within—he took the lodgings; and on the very next day he entered into possession of - them. This man was Pickwick—Pickwick, the defendant.’ + them. This man was Pickwick—Pickwick, the defendant.’ </p> <p> Serjeant Buzfuz, who had proceeded with such volubility that his face was @@ -26480,26 +26412,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Stareleigh, who immediately wrote down something with a pen without any ink in it, and looked unusually profound, to impress the jury with the belief that he always thought most deeply with his eyes shut. Serjeant - Buzfuz proceeded— + Buzfuz proceeded— </p> <p> - ‘Of this man Pickwick I will say little; the subject presents but few + ‘Of this man Pickwick I will say little; the subject presents but few attractions; and I, gentlemen, am not the man, nor are you, gentlemen, the men, to delight in the contemplation of revolting heartlessness, and of - systematic villainy.’ + systematic villainy.’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Pickwick, who had been writhing in silence for some time, gave a violent start, as if some vague idea of assaulting Serjeant Buzfuz, in the august presence of justice and law, suggested itself to his mind. An admonitory gesture from Perker restrained him, and he listened to the - learned gentleman’s continuation with a look of indignation, which + learned gentleman’s continuation with a look of indignation, which contrasted forcibly with the admiring faces of Mrs. Cluppins and Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘I say systematic villainy, gentlemen,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, looking - through Mr. Pickwick, and talking <i>at</i> him; ‘and when I say + ‘I say systematic villainy, gentlemen,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, looking + through Mr. Pickwick, and talking <i>at</i> him; ‘and when I say systematic villainy, let me tell the defendant Pickwick, if he be in court, as I am informed he is, that it would have been more decent in him, more becoming, in better judgment, and in better taste, if he had stopped @@ -26511,7 +26443,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger nor bullied, nor put down; and that any attempt to do either the one or the other, or the first, or the last, will recoil on the head of the attempter, be he plaintiff or be he defendant, be his name Pickwick, or - Noakes, or Stoakes, or Stiles, or Brown, or Thompson.’ + Noakes, or Stoakes, or Stiles, or Brown, or Thompson.’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20101m.jpg" alt="20101m " /><br /> @@ -26523,12 +26455,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger This little divergence from the subject in hand, had, of course, the intended effect of turning all eyes to Mr. Pickwick. Serjeant Buzfuz, having partially recovered from the state of moral elevation into which he - had lashed himself, resumed— + had lashed himself, resumed— </p> <p> - ‘I shall show you, gentlemen, that for two years, Pickwick continued to + ‘I shall show you, gentlemen, that for two years, Pickwick continued to reside constantly, and without interruption or intermission, at Mrs. - Bardell’s house. I shall show you that Mrs. Bardell, during the whole of + Bardell’s house. I shall show you that Mrs. Bardell, during the whole of that time, waited on him, attended to his comforts, cooked his meals, looked out his linen for the washerwoman when it went abroad, darned, aired, and prepared it for wear, when it came home, and, in short, enjoyed @@ -26537,10 +26469,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger little boy; and I shall prove to you, by a witness whose testimony it will be impossible for my learned friend to weaken or controvert, that on one occasion he patted the boy on the head, and, after inquiring whether he - had won any “<i>alley tors</i>” or “<i>commoneys</i>” lately (both of + had won any “<i>alley tors</i>” or “<i>commoneys</i>” lately (both of which I understand to be a particular species of marbles much prized by - the youth of this town), made use of this remarkable expression, “How - should you like to have another father?” I shall prove to you, gentlemen, + the youth of this town), made use of this remarkable expression, “How + should you like to have another father?” I shall prove to you, gentlemen, that about a year ago, Pickwick suddenly began to absent himself from home, during long intervals, as if with the intention of gradually breaking off from my client; but I shall show you also, that his @@ -26551,42 +26483,42 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger he distinctly and in terms, offered her marriage: previously, however, taking special care that there would be no witness to their solemn contract; and I am in a situation to prove to you, on the testimony of - three of his own friends—most unwilling witnesses, gentlemen—most - unwilling witnesses—that on that morning he was discovered by them + three of his own friends—most unwilling witnesses, gentlemen—most + unwilling witnesses—that on that morning he was discovered by them holding the plaintiff in his arms, and soothing her agitation by his - caresses and endearments.’ + caresses and endearments.’ </p> <p> A visible impression was produced upon the auditors by this part of the - learned Serjeant’s address. Drawing forth two very small scraps of paper, - he proceeded— + learned Serjeant’s address. Drawing forth two very small scraps of paper, + he proceeded— </p> <p> - ‘And now, gentlemen, but one word more. Two letters have passed between + ‘And now, gentlemen, but one word more. Two letters have passed between these parties, letters which are admitted to be in the handwriting of the defendant, and which speak volumes, indeed. The letters, too, bespeak the character of the man. They are not open, fervent, eloquent epistles, breathing nothing but the language of affectionate attachment. They are covert, sly, underhanded communications, but, fortunately, far more conclusive than if couched in the most glowing language and the most - poetic imagery—letters that must be viewed with a cautious and - suspicious eye—letters that were evidently intended at the time, by + poetic imagery—letters that must be viewed with a cautious and + suspicious eye—letters that were evidently intended at the time, by Pickwick, to mislead and delude any third parties into whose hands they - might fall. Let me read the first: “Garraways, twelve o’clock. Dear Mrs. - B.—Chops and tomato sauce. Yours, <i>Pickwick</i>.” Gentlemen, what + might fall. Let me read the first: “Garraways, twelve o’clock. Dear Mrs. + B.—Chops and tomato sauce. Yours, <i>Pickwick</i>.” Gentlemen, what does this mean? Chops and tomato sauce. Yours, Pickwick! Chops! Gracious heavens! and tomato sauce! Gentlemen, is the happiness of a sensitive and confiding female to be trifled away, by such shallow artifices as these? - The next has no date whatever, which is in itself suspicious. “Dear Mrs. - B., I shall not be at home till to-morrow. Slow coach.” And then follows - this very remarkable expression. “Don’t trouble yourself about the - warming-pan.” The warming-pan! Why, gentlemen, who <i>does </i>trouble + The next has no date whatever, which is in itself suspicious. “Dear Mrs. + B., I shall not be at home till to-morrow. Slow coach.” And then follows + this very remarkable expression. “Don’t trouble yourself about the + warming-pan.” The warming-pan! Why, gentlemen, who <i>does </i>trouble himself about a warming-pan? When was the peace of mind of man or woman broken or disturbed by a warming-pan, which is in itself a harmless, a useful, and I will add, gentlemen, a comforting article of domestic furniture? Why is Mrs. Bardell so earnestly entreated not to agitate herself about this warming-pan, unless (as is no doubt the case) it is a - mere cover for hidden fire—a mere substitute for some endearing word + mere cover for hidden fire—a mere substitute for some endearing word or promise, agreeably to a preconcerted system of correspondence, artfully contrived by Pickwick with a view to his contemplated desertion, and which I am not in a condition to explain? And what does this allusion to the @@ -26594,7 +26526,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger himself, who has most unquestionably been a criminally slow coach during the whole of this transaction, but whose speed will now be very unexpectedly accelerated, and whose wheels, gentlemen, as he will find to - his cost, will very soon be greased by you!’ + his cost, will very soon be greased by you!’ </p> <p> Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz paused in this place, to see whether the jury smiled @@ -26605,31 +26537,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger relapse into the dismals before he concluded. </p> <p> - ‘But enough of this, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, ‘it is + ‘But enough of this, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz, ‘it is difficult to smile with an aching heart; it is ill jesting when our - deepest sympathies are awakened. My client’s hopes and prospects are + deepest sympathies are awakened. My client’s hopes and prospects are ruined, and it is no figure of speech to say that her occupation is gone - indeed. The bill is down—but there is no tenant. Eligible single - gentlemen pass and repass—but there is no invitation for to inquire + indeed. The bill is down—but there is no tenant. Eligible single + gentlemen pass and repass—but there is no invitation for to inquire within or without. All is gloom and silence in the house; even the voice of the child is hushed; his infant sports are disregarded when his mother - weeps; his “alley tors” and his “commoneys” are alike neglected; he - forgets the long familiar cry of “knuckle down,” and at tip-cheese, or odd + weeps; his “alley tors” and his “commoneys” are alike neglected; he + forgets the long familiar cry of “knuckle down,” and at tip-cheese, or odd and even, his hand is out. But Pickwick, gentlemen, Pickwick, the ruthless - destroyer of this domestic oasis in the desert of Goswell Street—Pickwick - who has choked up the well, and thrown ashes on the sward—Pickwick, + destroyer of this domestic oasis in the desert of Goswell Street—Pickwick + who has choked up the well, and thrown ashes on the sward—Pickwick, who comes before you to-day with his heartless tomato sauce and - warming-pans—Pickwick still rears his head with unblushing + warming-pans—Pickwick still rears his head with unblushing effrontery, and gazes without a sigh on the ruin he has made. Damages, - gentlemen—heavy damages is the only punishment with which you can + gentlemen—heavy damages is the only punishment with which you can visit him; the only recompense you can award to my client. And for those damages she now appeals to an enlightened, a high-minded, a right-feeling, a conscientious, a dispassionate, a sympathising, a contemplative jury of - her civilised countrymen.’ With this beautiful peroration, Mr. Serjeant + her civilised countrymen.’ With this beautiful peroration, Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz sat down, and Mr. Justice Stareleigh woke up. </p> <p> - ‘Call Elizabeth Cluppins,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, rising a minute + ‘Call Elizabeth Cluppins,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, rising a minute afterwards, with renewed vigour. </p> <p> @@ -26645,82 +26577,82 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger bottom one, with the pocket-handkerchief and pattens in one hand, and a glass bottle that might hold about a quarter of a pint of smelling-salts in the other, ready for any emergency. Mrs. Sanders, whose eyes were - intently fixed on the judge’s face, planted herself close by, with the + intently fixed on the judge’s face, planted herself close by, with the large umbrella, keeping her right thumb pressed on the spring with an earnest countenance, as if she were fully prepared to put it up at a - moment’s notice. + moment’s notice. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Cluppins,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, ‘pray compose yourself, ma’am.’ Of + ‘Mrs. Cluppins,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, ‘pray compose yourself, ma’am.’ Of course, directly Mrs. Cluppins was desired to compose herself, she sobbed with increased vehemence, and gave divers alarming manifestations of an approaching fainting fit, or, as she afterwards said, of her feelings being too many for her. </p> <p> - ‘Do you recollect, Mrs. Cluppins,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, after a few - unimportant questions—‘do you recollect being in Mrs. Bardell’s back + ‘Do you recollect, Mrs. Cluppins,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, after a few + unimportant questions—‘do you recollect being in Mrs. Bardell’s back one pair of stairs, on one particular morning in July last, when she was - dusting Pickwick’s apartment?’ + dusting Pickwick’s apartment?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, my Lord and jury, I do,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘Yes, my Lord and jury, I do,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick’s sitting-room was the first-floor front, I believe?’ + ‘Mr. Pickwick’s sitting-room was the first-floor front, I believe?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, it were, Sir,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘Yes, it were, Sir,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘What were you doing in the back room, ma’am?’ inquired the little judge. + ‘What were you doing in the back room, ma’am?’ inquired the little judge. </p> <p> - ‘My Lord and jury,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, with interesting agitation, ‘I - will not deceive you.’ + ‘My Lord and jury,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, with interesting agitation, ‘I + will not deceive you.’ </p> <p> - ‘You had better not, ma’am,’ said the little judge. + ‘You had better not, ma’am,’ said the little judge. </p> <p> - ‘I was there,’ resumed Mrs. Cluppins, ‘unbeknown to Mrs. Bardell; I had + ‘I was there,’ resumed Mrs. Cluppins, ‘unbeknown to Mrs. Bardell; I had been out with a little basket, gentlemen, to buy three pound of red kidney - pertaties, which was three pound tuppence ha’penny, when I see Mrs. - Bardell’s street door on the jar.’ + pertaties, which was three pound tuppence ha’penny, when I see Mrs. + Bardell’s street door on the jar.’ </p> <p> - ‘On the what?’ exclaimed the little judge. + ‘On the what?’ exclaimed the little judge. </p> <p> - ‘Partly open, my Lord,’ said Serjeant Snubbin. + ‘Partly open, my Lord,’ said Serjeant Snubbin. </p> <p> - ‘She said on the jar,’ said the little judge, with a cunning look. + ‘She said on the jar,’ said the little judge, with a cunning look. </p> <p> - ‘It’s all the same, my Lord,’ said Serjeant Snubbin. The little judge - looked doubtful, and said he’d make a note of it. Mrs. Cluppins then - resumed— + ‘It’s all the same, my Lord,’ said Serjeant Snubbin. The little judge + looked doubtful, and said he’d make a note of it. Mrs. Cluppins then + resumed— </p> <p> - ‘I walked in, gentlemen, just to say good-mornin’, and went, in a + ‘I walked in, gentlemen, just to say good-mornin’, and went, in a permiscuous manner, upstairs, and into the back room. Gentlemen, there was - the sound of voices in the front room, and—’ + the sound of voices in the front room, and—’ </p> <p> - ‘And you listened, I believe, Mrs. Cluppins?’ said Serjeant Buzfuz. + ‘And you listened, I believe, Mrs. Cluppins?’ said Serjeant Buzfuz. </p> <p> - ‘Beggin’ your pardon, Sir,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins, in a majestic manner, - ‘I would scorn the haction. The voices was very loud, Sir, and forced - themselves upon my ear.’ + ‘Beggin’ your pardon, Sir,’ replied Mrs. Cluppins, in a majestic manner, + ‘I would scorn the haction. The voices was very loud, Sir, and forced + themselves upon my ear.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, Mrs. Cluppins, you were not listening, but you heard the voices. - Was one of those voices Pickwick’s?’ + ‘Well, Mrs. Cluppins, you were not listening, but you heard the voices. + Was one of those voices Pickwick’s?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, it were, Sir.’ And Mrs. Cluppins, after distinctly stating that Mr. + ‘Yes, it were, Sir.’ And Mrs. Cluppins, after distinctly stating that Mr. Pickwick addressed himself to Mrs. Bardell, repeated by slow degrees, and by dint of many questions, the conversation with which our readers are already acquainted. @@ -26745,15 +26677,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger further parley. </p> <p> - ‘Nathaniel Winkle!’ said Mr. Skimpin. + ‘Nathaniel Winkle!’ said Mr. Skimpin. </p> <p> - ‘Here!’ replied a feeble voice. Mr. Winkle entered the witness-box, and + ‘Here!’ replied a feeble voice. Mr. Winkle entered the witness-box, and having been duly sworn, bowed to the judge with considerable deference. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t look at me, Sir,’ said the judge sharply, in acknowledgment of the - salute; ‘look at the jury.’ + ‘Don’t look at me, Sir,’ said the judge sharply, in acknowledgment of the + salute; ‘look at the jury.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle obeyed the mandate, and looked at the place where he thought it @@ -26767,54 +26699,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger could. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Sir,’ said Mr. Skimpin, ‘have the goodness to let his Lordship know - what your name is, will you?’ and Mr. Skimpin inclined his head on one + ‘Now, Sir,’ said Mr. Skimpin, ‘have the goodness to let his Lordship know + what your name is, will you?’ and Mr. Skimpin inclined his head on one side to listen with great sharpness to the answer, and glanced at the jury - meanwhile, as if to imply that he rather expected Mr. Winkle’s natural + meanwhile, as if to imply that he rather expected Mr. Winkle’s natural taste for perjury would induce him to give some name which did not belong to him. </p> <p> - ‘Winkle,’ replied the witness. + ‘Winkle,’ replied the witness. </p> <p> - ‘What’s your Christian name, Sir?’ angrily inquired the little judge. + ‘What’s your Christian name, Sir?’ angrily inquired the little judge. </p> <p> - ‘Nathaniel, Sir.’ + ‘Nathaniel, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Daniel—any other name?’ + ‘Daniel—any other name?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nathaniel, sir—my Lord, I mean.’ + ‘Nathaniel, sir—my Lord, I mean.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nathaniel Daniel, or Daniel Nathaniel?’ + ‘Nathaniel Daniel, or Daniel Nathaniel?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, my Lord, only Nathaniel—not Daniel at all.’ + ‘No, my Lord, only Nathaniel—not Daniel at all.’ </p> <p> - ‘What did you tell me it was Daniel for, then, sir?’ inquired the judge. + ‘What did you tell me it was Daniel for, then, sir?’ inquired the judge. </p> <p> - ‘I didn’t, my Lord,’ replied Mr. Winkle. + ‘I didn’t, my Lord,’ replied Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘You did, Sir,’ replied the judge, with a severe frown. ‘How could I have - got Daniel on my notes, unless you told me so, Sir?’ + ‘You did, Sir,’ replied the judge, with a severe frown. ‘How could I have + got Daniel on my notes, unless you told me so, Sir?’ </p> <p> This argument was, of course, unanswerable. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Winkle has rather a short memory, my Lord,’ interposed Mr. Skimpin, - with another glance at the jury. ‘We shall find means to refresh it before - we have quite done with him, I dare say.’ + ‘Mr. Winkle has rather a short memory, my Lord,’ interposed Mr. Skimpin, + with another glance at the jury. ‘We shall find means to refresh it before + we have quite done with him, I dare say.’ </p> <p> - ‘You had better be careful, Sir,’ said the little judge, with a sinister + ‘You had better be careful, Sir,’ said the little judge, with a sinister look at the witness. </p> <p> @@ -26823,59 +26755,59 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger disconcerted pickpocket. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Mr. Winkle,’ said Mr. Skimpin, ‘attend to me, if you please, Sir; + ‘Now, Mr. Winkle,’ said Mr. Skimpin, ‘attend to me, if you please, Sir; and let me recommend you, for your own sake, to bear in mind his - Lordship’s injunctions to be careful. I believe you are a particular - friend of Mr. Pickwick, the defendant, are you not?’ + Lordship’s injunctions to be careful. I believe you are a particular + friend of Mr. Pickwick, the defendant, are you not?’ </p> <p> - ‘I have known Mr. Pickwick now, as well as I recollect at this moment, - nearly—’ + ‘I have known Mr. Pickwick now, as well as I recollect at this moment, + nearly—’ </p> <p> - ‘Pray, Mr. Winkle, do not evade the question. Are you, or are you not, a - particular friend of the defendant’s?’ + ‘Pray, Mr. Winkle, do not evade the question. Are you, or are you not, a + particular friend of the defendant’s?’ </p> <p> - ‘I was just about to say, that—’ + ‘I was just about to say, that—’ </p> <p> - ‘Will you, or will you not, answer my question, Sir?’ + ‘Will you, or will you not, answer my question, Sir?’ </p> <p> - If you don’t answer the question, you’ll be committed, Sir,’ interposed + If you don’t answer the question, you’ll be committed, Sir,’ interposed the little judge, looking over his note-book. </p> <p> - ‘Come, Sir,’ said Mr. Skimpin, ‘yes or no, if you please.’ + ‘Come, Sir,’ said Mr. Skimpin, ‘yes or no, if you please.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I am,’ replied Mr. Winkle. + ‘Yes, I am,’ replied Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, you are. And why couldn’t you say that at once, Sir? Perhaps you - know the plaintiff too? Eh, Mr. Winkle?’ + ‘Yes, you are. And why couldn’t you say that at once, Sir? Perhaps you + know the plaintiff too? Eh, Mr. Winkle?’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know her; I’ve seen her.’ + ‘I don’t know her; I’ve seen her.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you don’t know her, but you’ve seen her? Now, have the goodness to - tell the gentlemen of the jury what you mean by that, Mr. Winkle.’ + ‘Oh, you don’t know her, but you’ve seen her? Now, have the goodness to + tell the gentlemen of the jury what you mean by that, Mr. Winkle.’ </p> <p> - ‘I mean that I am not intimate with her, but I have seen her when I went - to call on Mr. Pickwick, in Goswell Street.’ + ‘I mean that I am not intimate with her, but I have seen her when I went + to call on Mr. Pickwick, in Goswell Street.’ </p> <p> - ‘How often have you seen her, Sir?’ + ‘How often have you seen her, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘How often?’ + ‘How often?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Mr. Winkle, how often? I’ll repeat the question for you a dozen - times, if you require it, Sir.’ And the learned gentleman, with a firm and + ‘Yes, Mr. Winkle, how often? I’ll repeat the question for you a dozen + times, if you require it, Sir.’ And the learned gentleman, with a firm and steady frown, placed his hands on his hips, and smiled suspiciously to the jury. </p> @@ -26883,84 +26815,84 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger On this question there arose the edifying brow-beating, customary on such points. First of all, Mr. Winkle said it was quite impossible for him to say how many times he had seen Mrs. Bardell. Then he was asked if he had - seen her twenty times, to which he replied, ‘Certainly—more than - that.’ Then he was asked whether he hadn’t seen her a hundred times—whether - he couldn’t swear that he had seen her more than fifty times—whether - he didn’t know that he had seen her at least seventy-five times, and so + seen her twenty times, to which he replied, ‘Certainly—more than + that.’ Then he was asked whether he hadn’t seen her a hundred times—whether + he couldn’t swear that he had seen her more than fifty times—whether + he didn’t know that he had seen her at least seventy-five times, and so forth; the satisfactory conclusion which was arrived at, at last, being, that he had better take care of himself, and mind what he was about. The witness having been by these means reduced to the requisite ebb of nervous - perplexity, the examination was continued as follows— + perplexity, the examination was continued as follows— </p> <p> - ‘Pray, Mr. Winkle, do you remember calling on the defendant Pickwick at - these apartments in the plaintiff’s house in Goswell Street, on one - particular morning, in the month of July last?’ + ‘Pray, Mr. Winkle, do you remember calling on the defendant Pickwick at + these apartments in the plaintiff’s house in Goswell Street, on one + particular morning, in the month of July last?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I do.’ + ‘Yes, I do.’ </p> <p> - ‘Were you accompanied on that occasion by a friend of the name of Tupman, - and another by the name of Snodgrass?’ + ‘Were you accompanied on that occasion by a friend of the name of Tupman, + and another by the name of Snodgrass?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I was.’ + ‘Yes, I was.’ </p> <p> - ‘Are they here?’ + ‘Are they here?’ </p> <p> - Yes, they are,’ replied Mr. Winkle, looking very earnestly towards the + Yes, they are,’ replied Mr. Winkle, looking very earnestly towards the spot where his friends were stationed. </p> <p> - ‘Pray attend to me, Mr. Winkle, and never mind your friends,’ said Mr. - Skimpin, with another expressive look at the jury. ‘They must tell their + ‘Pray attend to me, Mr. Winkle, and never mind your friends,’ said Mr. + Skimpin, with another expressive look at the jury. ‘They must tell their stories without any previous consultation with you, if none has yet taken place (another look at the jury). Now, Sir, tell the gentlemen of the jury - what you saw on entering the defendant’s room, on this particular morning. - Come; out with it, Sir; we must have it, sooner or later.’ + what you saw on entering the defendant’s room, on this particular morning. + Come; out with it, Sir; we must have it, sooner or later.’ </p> <p> - ‘The defendant, Mr. Pickwick, was holding the plaintiff in his arms, with - his hands clasping her waist,’ replied Mr. Winkle with natural hesitation, - ‘and the plaintiff appeared to have fainted away.’ + ‘The defendant, Mr. Pickwick, was holding the plaintiff in his arms, with + his hands clasping her waist,’ replied Mr. Winkle with natural hesitation, + ‘and the plaintiff appeared to have fainted away.’ </p> <p> - ‘Did you hear the defendant say anything?’ + ‘Did you hear the defendant say anything?’ </p> <p> - ‘I heard him call Mrs. Bardell a good creature, and I heard him ask her to + ‘I heard him call Mrs. Bardell a good creature, and I heard him ask her to compose herself, for what a situation it was, if anybody should come, or - words to that effect.’ + words to that effect.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, Mr. Winkle, I have only one more question to ask you, and I beg you - to bear in mind his Lordship’s caution. Will you undertake to swear that - Pickwick, the defendant, did not say on the occasion in question—“My - dear Mrs. Bardell, you’re a good creature; compose yourself to this - situation, for to this situation you must come,” or words to that effect?’ + ‘Now, Mr. Winkle, I have only one more question to ask you, and I beg you + to bear in mind his Lordship’s caution. Will you undertake to swear that + Pickwick, the defendant, did not say on the occasion in question—“My + dear Mrs. Bardell, you’re a good creature; compose yourself to this + situation, for to this situation you must come,” or words to that effect?’ </p> <p> - ‘I—I didn’t understand him so, certainly,’ said Mr. Winkle, - astounded on this ingenious dove-tailing of the few words he had heard. ‘I - was on the staircase, and couldn’t hear distinctly; the impression on my - mind is—’ + ‘I—I didn’t understand him so, certainly,’ said Mr. Winkle, + astounded on this ingenious dove-tailing of the few words he had heard. ‘I + was on the staircase, and couldn’t hear distinctly; the impression on my + mind is—’ </p> <p> - ‘The gentlemen of the jury want none of the impressions on your mind, Mr. + ‘The gentlemen of the jury want none of the impressions on your mind, Mr. Winkle, which I fear would be of little service to honest, straightforward - men,’ interposed Mr. Skimpin. ‘You were on the staircase, and didn’t + men,’ interposed Mr. Skimpin. ‘You were on the staircase, and didn’t distinctly hear; but you will not swear that Pickwick did not make use of - the expressions I have quoted? Do I understand that?’ + the expressions I have quoted? Do I understand that?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, I will not,’ replied Mr. Winkle; and down sat Mr. Skimpin with a + ‘No, I will not,’ replied Mr. Winkle; and down sat Mr. Skimpin with a triumphant countenance. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s case had not gone off in so particularly happy a manner, up + Mr. Pickwick’s case had not gone off in so particularly happy a manner, up to this point, that it could very well afford to have any additional suspicion cast upon it. But as it could afford to be placed in a rather better light, if possible, Mr. Phunky rose for the purpose of getting @@ -26968,92 +26900,92 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger get anything important out of him, will immediately appear. </p> <p> - ‘I believe, Mr. Winkle,’ said Mr. Phunky, ‘that Mr. Pickwick is not a - young man?’ + ‘I believe, Mr. Winkle,’ said Mr. Phunky, ‘that Mr. Pickwick is not a + young man?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no,’ replied Mr. Winkle; ‘old enough to be my father.’ + ‘Oh, no,’ replied Mr. Winkle; ‘old enough to be my father.’ </p> <p> - ‘You have told my learned friend that you have known Mr. Pickwick a long + ‘You have told my learned friend that you have known Mr. Pickwick a long time. Had you ever any reason to suppose or believe that he was about to - be married?’ + be married?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no; certainly not;’ replied Mr. Winkle with so much eagerness, that + ‘Oh, no; certainly not;’ replied Mr. Winkle with so much eagerness, that Mr. Phunky ought to have got him out of the box with all possible dispatch. Lawyers hold that there are two kinds of particularly bad - witnesses—a reluctant witness, and a too-willing witness; it was Mr. - Winkle’s fate to figure in both characters. + witnesses—a reluctant witness, and a too-willing witness; it was Mr. + Winkle’s fate to figure in both characters. </p> <p> - ‘I will even go further than this, Mr. Winkle,’ continued Mr. Phunky, in a - most smooth and complacent manner. ‘Did you ever see anything in Mr. - Pickwick’s manner and conduct towards the opposite sex, to induce you to - believe that he ever contemplated matrimony of late years, in any case?’ + ‘I will even go further than this, Mr. Winkle,’ continued Mr. Phunky, in a + most smooth and complacent manner. ‘Did you ever see anything in Mr. + Pickwick’s manner and conduct towards the opposite sex, to induce you to + believe that he ever contemplated matrimony of late years, in any case?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no; certainly not,’ replied Mr. Winkle. + ‘Oh, no; certainly not,’ replied Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Has his behaviour, when females have been in the case, always been that + ‘Has his behaviour, when females have been in the case, always been that of a man, who, having attained a pretty advanced period of life, content with his own occupations and amusements, treats them only as a father - might his daughters?’ + might his daughters?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not the least doubt of it,’ replied Mr. Winkle, in the fulness of his - heart. ‘That is—yes—oh, yes—certainly.’ + ‘Not the least doubt of it,’ replied Mr. Winkle, in the fulness of his + heart. ‘That is—yes—oh, yes—certainly.’ </p> <p> - ‘You have never known anything in his behaviour towards Mrs. Bardell, or - any other female, in the least degree suspicious?’ said Mr. Phunky, + ‘You have never known anything in his behaviour towards Mrs. Bardell, or + any other female, in the least degree suspicious?’ said Mr. Phunky, preparing to sit down; for Serjeant Snubbin was winking at him. </p> <p> - ‘N-n-no,’ replied Mr. Winkle, ‘except on one trifling occasion, which, I - have no doubt, might be easily explained.’ + ‘N-n-no,’ replied Mr. Winkle, ‘except on one trifling occasion, which, I + have no doubt, might be easily explained.’ </p> <p> Now, if the unfortunate Mr. Phunky had sat down when Serjeant Snubbin had winked at him, or if Serjeant Buzfuz had stopped this irregular cross-examination at the outset (which he knew better than to do; - observing Mr. Winkle’s anxiety, and well knowing it would, in all + observing Mr. Winkle’s anxiety, and well knowing it would, in all probability, lead to something serviceable to him), this unfortunate admission would not have been elicited. The moment the words fell from Mr. - Winkle’s lips, Mr. Phunky sat down, and Serjeant Snubbin rather hastily + Winkle’s lips, Mr. Phunky sat down, and Serjeant Snubbin rather hastily told him he might leave the box, which Mr. Winkle prepared to do with great readiness, when Serjeant Buzfuz stopped him. </p> <p> - ‘Stay, Mr. Winkle, stay!’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, ‘will your Lordship have + ‘Stay, Mr. Winkle, stay!’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, ‘will your Lordship have the goodness to ask him, what this one instance of suspicious behaviour towards females on the part of this gentleman, who is old enough to be his - father, was?’ + father, was?’ </p> <p> - ‘You hear what the learned counsel says, Sir,’ observed the judge, turning - to the miserable and agonised Mr. Winkle. ‘Describe the occasion to which - you refer.’ + ‘You hear what the learned counsel says, Sir,’ observed the judge, turning + to the miserable and agonised Mr. Winkle. ‘Describe the occasion to which + you refer.’ </p> <p> - ‘My Lord,’ said Mr. Winkle, trembling with anxiety, ‘I—I’d rather - not.’ + ‘My Lord,’ said Mr. Winkle, trembling with anxiety, ‘I—I’d rather + not.’ </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps so,’ said the little judge; ‘but you must.’ + ‘Perhaps so,’ said the little judge; ‘but you must.’ </p> <p> Amid the profound silence of the whole court, Mr. Winkle faltered out, - that the trifling circumstance of suspicion was Mr. Pickwick’s being found - in a lady’s sleeping-apartment at midnight; which had terminated, he + that the trifling circumstance of suspicion was Mr. Pickwick’s being found + in a lady’s sleeping-apartment at midnight; which had terminated, he believed, in the breaking off of the projected marriage of the lady in question, and had led, he knew, to the whole party being forcibly carried before George Nupkins, Esq., magistrate and justice of the peace, for the borough of Ipswich! </p> <p> - ‘You may leave the box, Sir,’ said Serjeant Snubbin. Mr. Winkle did leave + ‘You may leave the box, Sir,’ said Serjeant Snubbin. Mr. Winkle did leave the box, and rushed with delirious haste to the George and Vulture, where he was discovered some hours after, by the waiter, groaning in a hollow and dismal manner, with his head buried beneath the sofa cushions. @@ -27066,179 +26998,179 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Susannah Sanders was then called, and examined by Serjeant Buzfuz, and cross-examined by Serjeant Snubbin. Had always said and believed that - Pickwick would marry Mrs. Bardell; knew that Mrs. Bardell’s being engaged + Pickwick would marry Mrs. Bardell; knew that Mrs. Bardell’s being engaged to Pickwick was the current topic of conversation in the neighbourhood, after the fainting in July; had been told it herself by Mrs. Mudberry which kept a mangle, and Mrs. Bunkin which clear-starched, but did not see either Mrs. Mudberry or Mrs. Bunkin in court. Had heard Pickwick ask the little boy how he should like to have another father. Did not know that Mrs. Bardell was at that time keeping company with the baker, but did know - that the baker was then a single man and is now married. Couldn’t swear + that the baker was then a single man and is now married. Couldn’t swear that Mrs. Bardell was not very fond of the baker, but should think that - the baker was not very fond of Mrs. Bardell, or he wouldn’t have married + the baker was not very fond of Mrs. Bardell, or he wouldn’t have married somebody else. Thought Mrs. Bardell fainted away on the morning in July, because Pickwick asked her to name the day: knew that she (witness) fainted away stone dead when Mr. Sanders asked her to name the day, and believed that everybody as called herself a lady would do the same, under similar circumstances. Heard Pickwick ask the boy the question about the - marbles, but upon her oath did not know the difference between an ‘alley - tor’ and a ‘commoney.’ + marbles, but upon her oath did not know the difference between an ‘alley + tor’ and a ‘commoney.’ </p> <p> - By the <i>court</i>.—During the period of her keeping company with + By the <i>court</i>.—During the period of her keeping company with Mr. Sanders, had received love letters, like other ladies. In the course - of their correspondence Mr. Sanders had often called her a ‘duck,’ but - never ‘chops,’ nor yet ‘tomato sauce.’ He was particularly fond of ducks. + of their correspondence Mr. Sanders had often called her a ‘duck,’ but + never ‘chops,’ nor yet ‘tomato sauce.’ He was particularly fond of ducks. Perhaps if he had been as fond of chops and tomato sauce, he might have called her that, as a term of affection. </p> <p> Serjeant Buzfuz now rose with more importance than he had yet exhibited, - if that were possible, and vociferated; ‘Call Samuel Weller.’ + if that were possible, and vociferated; ‘Call Samuel Weller.’ </p> <p> It was quite unnecessary to call Samuel Weller; for Samuel Weller stepped briskly into the box the instant his name was pronounced; and placing his - hat on the floor, and his arms on the rail, took a bird’s-eye view of the + hat on the floor, and his arms on the rail, took a bird’s-eye view of the Bar, and a comprehensive survey of the Bench, with a remarkably cheerful and lively aspect. </p> <p> - ‘What’s your name, sir?’ inquired the judge. + ‘What’s your name, sir?’ inquired the judge. </p> <p> - ‘Sam Weller, my Lord,’ replied that gentleman. + ‘Sam Weller, my Lord,’ replied that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Do you spell it with a “V” or a “W”?’ inquired the judge. + ‘Do you spell it with a “V” or a “W”?’ inquired the judge. </p> <p> - ‘That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord,’ replied - Sam; ‘I never had occasion to spell it more than once or twice in my life, - but I spells it with a “V.”’ + ‘That depends upon the taste and fancy of the speller, my Lord,’ replied + Sam; ‘I never had occasion to spell it more than once or twice in my life, + but I spells it with a “V.”’ </p> <p> - Here a voice in the gallery exclaimed aloud, ‘Quite right too, Samivel, - quite right. Put it down a “we,” my Lord, put it down a “we.”’ + Here a voice in the gallery exclaimed aloud, ‘Quite right too, Samivel, + quite right. Put it down a “we,” my Lord, put it down a “we.”’ </p> <p> - Who is that, who dares address the court?’ said the little judge, looking - up. ‘Usher.’ + Who is that, who dares address the court?’ said the little judge, looking + up. ‘Usher.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, my Lord.’ + ‘Yes, my Lord.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bring that person here instantly.’ + ‘Bring that person here instantly.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, my Lord.’ + ‘Yes, my Lord.’ </p> <p> - But as the usher didn’t find the person, he didn’t bring him; and, after a + But as the usher didn’t find the person, he didn’t bring him; and, after a great commotion, all the people who had got up to look for the culprit, sat down again. The little judge turned to the witness as soon as his - indignation would allow him to speak, and said— + indignation would allow him to speak, and said— </p> <p> - ‘Do you know who that was, sir?’ + ‘Do you know who that was, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I rayther suspect it was my father, my lord,’ replied Sam. + ‘I rayther suspect it was my father, my lord,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Do you see him here now?’ said the judge. + ‘Do you see him here now?’ said the judge. </p> <p> - ‘No, I don’t, my Lord,’ replied Sam, staring right up into the lantern at + ‘No, I don’t, my Lord,’ replied Sam, staring right up into the lantern at the roof of the court. </p> <p> - ‘If you could have pointed him out, I would have committed him instantly,’ + ‘If you could have pointed him out, I would have committed him instantly,’ said the judge. Sam bowed his acknowledgments and turned, with unimpaired cheerfulness of countenance, towards Serjeant Buzfuz. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Mr. Weller,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz. + ‘Now, Mr. Weller,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz. </p> <p> - ‘Now, sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘Now, sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I believe you are in the service of Mr. Pickwick, the defendant in this - case? Speak up, if you please, Mr. Weller.’ + ‘I believe you are in the service of Mr. Pickwick, the defendant in this + case? Speak up, if you please, Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> - ‘I mean to speak up, Sir,’ replied Sam; ‘I am in the service o’ that ‘ere - gen’l’man, and a wery good service it is.’ + ‘I mean to speak up, Sir,’ replied Sam; ‘I am in the service o’ that ‘ere + gen’l’man, and a wery good service it is.’ </p> <p> - ‘Little to do, and plenty to get, I suppose?’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, with + ‘Little to do, and plenty to get, I suppose?’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, with jocularity. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, quite enough to get, Sir, as the soldier said ven they ordered him - three hundred and fifty lashes,’ replied Sam. + ‘Oh, quite enough to get, Sir, as the soldier said ven they ordered him + three hundred and fifty lashes,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You must not tell us what the soldier, or any other man, said, Sir,’ - interposed the judge; ‘it’s not evidence.’ + ‘You must not tell us what the soldier, or any other man, said, Sir,’ + interposed the judge; ‘it’s not evidence.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, my Lord,’ replied Sam. + ‘Wery good, my Lord,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Do you recollect anything particular happening on the morning when you - were first engaged by the defendant; eh, Mr. Weller?’ said Serjeant + ‘Do you recollect anything particular happening on the morning when you + were first engaged by the defendant; eh, Mr. Weller?’ said Serjeant Buzfuz. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I do, sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘Yes, I do, sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Have the goodness to tell the jury what it was.’ + ‘Have the goodness to tell the jury what it was.’ </p> <p> - ‘I had a reg’lar new fit out o’ clothes that mornin’, gen’l’men of the - jury,’ said Sam, ‘and that was a wery partickler and uncommon circumstance - vith me in those days.’ + ‘I had a reg’lar new fit out o’ clothes that mornin’, gen’l’men of the + jury,’ said Sam, ‘and that was a wery partickler and uncommon circumstance + vith me in those days.’ </p> <p> Hereupon there was a general laugh; and the little judge, looking with an - angry countenance over his desk, said, ‘You had better be careful, Sir.’ + angry countenance over his desk, said, ‘You had better be careful, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘So Mr. Pickwick said at the time, my Lord,’ replied Sam; ‘and I was wery - careful o’ that ‘ere suit o’ clothes; wery careful indeed, my Lord.’ + ‘So Mr. Pickwick said at the time, my Lord,’ replied Sam; ‘and I was wery + careful o’ that ‘ere suit o’ clothes; wery careful indeed, my Lord.’ </p> <p> - The judge looked sternly at Sam for full two minutes, but Sam’s features + The judge looked sternly at Sam for full two minutes, but Sam’s features were so perfectly calm and serene that the judge said nothing, and motioned Serjeant Buzfuz to proceed. </p> <p> - ‘Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Weller,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, folding his + ‘Do you mean to tell me, Mr. Weller,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, folding his arms emphatically, and turning half-round to the jury, as if in mute - assurance that he would bother the witness yet—‘do you mean to tell + assurance that he would bother the witness yet—‘do you mean to tell me, Mr. Weller, that you saw nothing of this fainting on the part of the plaintiff in the arms of the defendant, which you have heard described by - the witnesses?’ + the witnesses?’ </p> <p> - Certainly not,’ replied Sam; ‘I was in the passage till they called me up, - and then the old lady was not there.’ + Certainly not,’ replied Sam; ‘I was in the passage till they called me up, + and then the old lady was not there.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, attend, Mr. Weller,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, dipping a large pen into + ‘Now, attend, Mr. Weller,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, dipping a large pen into the inkstand before him, for the purpose of frightening Sam with a show of - taking down his answer. ‘You were in the passage, and yet saw nothing of - what was going forward. Have you a pair of eyes, Mr. Weller?’ + taking down his answer. ‘You were in the passage, and yet saw nothing of + what was going forward. Have you a pair of eyes, Mr. Weller?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I have a pair of eyes,’ replied Sam, ‘and that’s just it. If they - wos a pair o’ patent double million magnifyin’ gas microscopes of hextra - power, p’raps I might be able to see through a flight o’ stairs and a deal - door; but bein’ only eyes, you see, my wision ‘s limited.’ + ‘Yes, I have a pair of eyes,’ replied Sam, ‘and that’s just it. If they + wos a pair o’ patent double million magnifyin’ gas microscopes of hextra + power, p’raps I might be able to see through a flight o’ stairs and a deal + door; but bein’ only eyes, you see, my wision ‘s limited.’ </p> <p> At this answer, which was delivered without the slightest appearance of @@ -27246,58 +27178,58 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger manner, the spectators tittered, the little judge smiled, and Serjeant Buzfuz looked particularly foolish. After a short consultation with Dodson & Fogg, the learned Serjeant again turned towards Sam, and said, with - a painful effort to conceal his vexation, ‘Now, Mr. Weller, I’ll ask you a - question on another point, if you please.’ + a painful effort to conceal his vexation, ‘Now, Mr. Weller, I’ll ask you a + question on another point, if you please.’ </p> <p> - ‘If you please, Sir,’ rejoined Sam, with the utmost good-humour. + ‘If you please, Sir,’ rejoined Sam, with the utmost good-humour. </p> <p> - ‘Do you remember going up to Mrs. Bardell’s house, one night in November - last?’ + ‘Do you remember going up to Mrs. Bardell’s house, one night in November + last?’ </p> <p> - Oh, yes, wery well.’ + Oh, yes, wery well.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you do remember that, Mr. Weller,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, recovering - his spirits; ‘I thought we should get at something at last.’ + ‘Oh, you do remember that, Mr. Weller,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, recovering + his spirits; ‘I thought we should get at something at last.’ </p> <p> - ‘I rayther thought that, too, sir,’ replied Sam; and at this the + ‘I rayther thought that, too, sir,’ replied Sam; and at this the spectators tittered again. </p> <p> - ‘Well; I suppose you went up to have a little talk about this trial—eh, - Mr. Weller?’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, looking knowingly at the jury. + ‘Well; I suppose you went up to have a little talk about this trial—eh, + Mr. Weller?’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, looking knowingly at the jury. </p> <p> - ‘I went up to pay the rent; but we did get a-talkin’ about the trial,’ + ‘I went up to pay the rent; but we did get a-talkin’ about the trial,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you did get a-talking about the trial,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, - brightening up with the anticipation of some important discovery. ‘Now, + ‘Oh, you did get a-talking about the trial,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, + brightening up with the anticipation of some important discovery. ‘Now, what passed about the trial; will you have the goodness to tell us, Mr. - Weller’?’ + Weller’?’ </p> <p> - ‘Vith all the pleasure in life, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Arter a few + ‘Vith all the pleasure in life, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Arter a few unimportant obserwations from the two wirtuous females as has been - examined here to-day, the ladies gets into a very great state o’ - admiration at the honourable conduct of Mr. Dodson and Fogg—them two - gen’l’men as is settin’ near you now.’ This, of course, drew general + examined here to-day, the ladies gets into a very great state o’ + admiration at the honourable conduct of Mr. Dodson and Fogg—them two + gen’l’men as is settin’ near you now.’ This, of course, drew general attention to Dodson & Fogg, who looked as virtuous as possible. </p> <p> - ‘The attorneys for the plaintiff,’ said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz. ‘Well! They + ‘The attorneys for the plaintiff,’ said Mr. Serjeant Buzfuz. ‘Well! They spoke in high praise of the honourable conduct of Messrs. Dodson and Fogg, - the attorneys for the plaintiff, did they?’ + the attorneys for the plaintiff, did they?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said Sam, ‘they said what a wery gen’rous thing it was o’ them to + ‘Yes,’ said Sam, ‘they said what a wery gen’rous thing it was o’ them to have taken up the case on spec, and to charge nothing at all for costs, - unless they got ‘em out of Mr. Pickwick.’ + unless they got ‘em out of Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> At this very unexpected reply, the spectators tittered again, and Dodson @@ -27305,45 +27237,45 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hurried manner whispered something in his ear. </p> <p> - ‘You are quite right,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz aloud, with affected - composure. ‘It’s perfectly useless, my Lord, attempting to get at any + ‘You are quite right,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz aloud, with affected + composure. ‘It’s perfectly useless, my Lord, attempting to get at any evidence through the impenetrable stupidity of this witness. I will not - trouble the court by asking him any more questions. Stand down, sir.’ + trouble the court by asking him any more questions. Stand down, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Would any other gen’l’man like to ask me anythin’?’ inquired Sam, taking + ‘Would any other gen’l’man like to ask me anythin’?’ inquired Sam, taking up his hat, and looking round most deliberately. </p> <p> - ‘Not I, Mr. Weller, thank you,’ said Serjeant Snubbin, laughing. + ‘Not I, Mr. Weller, thank you,’ said Serjeant Snubbin, laughing. </p> <p> - ‘You may go down, sir,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, waving his hand impatiently. - Sam went down accordingly, after doing Messrs. Dodson & Fogg’s case as + ‘You may go down, sir,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, waving his hand impatiently. + Sam went down accordingly, after doing Messrs. Dodson & Fogg’s case as much harm as he conveniently could, and saying just as little respecting Mr. Pickwick as might be, which was precisely the object he had had in view all along. </p> <p> - ‘I have no objection to admit, my Lord,’ said Serjeant Snubbin, ‘if it + ‘I have no objection to admit, my Lord,’ said Serjeant Snubbin, ‘if it will save the examination of another witness, that Mr. Pickwick has retired from business, and is a gentleman of considerable independent - property.’ + property.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, putting in the two letters to be read, - ‘then that’s my case, my Lord.’ + ‘Very well,’ said Serjeant Buzfuz, putting in the two letters to be read, + ‘then that’s my case, my Lord.’ </p> <p> Serjeant Snubbin then addressed the jury on behalf of the defendant; and a very long and a very emphatic address he delivered, in which he bestowed the highest possible eulogiums on the conduct and character of Mr. Pickwick; but inasmuch as our readers are far better able to form a - correct estimate of that gentleman’s merits and deserts, than Serjeant + correct estimate of that gentleman’s merits and deserts, than Serjeant Snubbin could possibly be, we do not feel called upon to enter at any - length into the learned gentleman’s observations. He attempted to show + length into the learned gentleman’s observations. He attempted to show that the letters which had been exhibited, merely related to Mr. - Pickwick’s dinner, or to the preparations for receiving him in his + Pickwick’s dinner, or to the preparations for receiving him in his apartments on his return from some country excursion. It is sufficient to add in general terms, that he did the best he could for Mr. Pickwick; and the best, as everybody knows, on the infallible authority of the old @@ -27355,8 +27287,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger short a notice, and made running-comments on the evidence as he went along. If Mrs. Bardell were right, it was perfectly clear that Mr. Pickwick was wrong, and if they thought the evidence of Mrs. Cluppins - worthy of credence they would believe it, and, if they didn’t, why, they - wouldn’t. If they were satisfied that a breach of promise of marriage had + worthy of credence they would believe it, and, if they didn’t, why, they + wouldn’t. If they were satisfied that a breach of promise of marriage had been committed they would find for the plaintiff with such damages as they thought proper; and if, on the other hand, it appeared to them that no promise of marriage had ever been given, they would find for the defendant @@ -27370,23 +27302,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with an agitated countenance and a quickly-beating heart. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen,’ said the individual in black, ‘are you all agreed upon your - verdict?’ + ‘Gentlemen,’ said the individual in black, ‘are you all agreed upon your + verdict?’ </p> <p> - ‘We are,’ replied the foreman. + ‘We are,’ replied the foreman. </p> <p> - ‘Do you find for the plaintiff, gentlemen, or for the defendant?’ + ‘Do you find for the plaintiff, gentlemen, or for the defendant?’ </p> <p> - For the plaintiff.’ + For the plaintiff.’ </p> <p> - ‘With what damages, gentlemen?’ + ‘With what damages, gentlemen?’ </p> <p> - ‘Seven hundred and fifty pounds.’ + ‘Seven hundred and fifty pounds.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick took off his spectacles, carefully wiped the glasses, folded @@ -27401,30 +27333,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger satisfaction. </p> <p> - ‘Well, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Well, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sir,’ said Dodson, for self and partner. + ‘Well, Sir,’ said Dodson, for self and partner. </p> <p> - ‘You imagine you’ll get your costs, don’t you, gentlemen?’ said Mr. + ‘You imagine you’ll get your costs, don’t you, gentlemen?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - Fogg said they thought it rather probable. Dodson smiled, and said they’d + Fogg said they thought it rather probable. Dodson smiled, and said they’d try. </p> <p> - ‘You may try, and try, and try again, Messrs. Dodson and Fogg,’ said Mr. - Pickwick vehemently, ‘but not one farthing of costs or damages do you ever - get from me, if I spend the rest of my existence in a debtor’s prison.’ + ‘You may try, and try, and try again, Messrs. Dodson and Fogg,’ said Mr. + Pickwick vehemently, ‘but not one farthing of costs or damages do you ever + get from me, if I spend the rest of my existence in a debtor’s prison.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ha! ha!’ laughed Dodson. ‘You’ll think better of that, before next term, - Mr. Pickwick.’ + ‘Ha! ha!’ laughed Dodson. ‘You’ll think better of that, before next term, + Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘He, he, he! We’ll soon see about that, Mr. Pickwick,’ grinned Fogg. + ‘He, he, he! We’ll soon see about that, Mr. Pickwick,’ grinned Fogg. </p> <p> Speechless with indignation, Mr. Pickwick allowed himself to be led by his @@ -27435,12 +27367,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Sam had put up the steps, and was preparing to jump upon the box, when he felt himself gently touched on the shoulder; and, looking round, his - father stood before him. The old gentleman’s countenance wore a mournful - expression, as he shook his head gravely, and said, in warning accents— + father stood before him. The old gentleman’s countenance wore a mournful + expression, as he shook his head gravely, and said, in warning accents— </p> <p> - ‘I know’d what ‘ud come o’ this here mode o’ doin’ bisness. Oh, Sammy, - Sammy, vy worn’t there a alleybi!’ + ‘I know’d what ‘ud come o’ this here mode o’ doin’ bisness. Oh, Sammy, + Sammy, vy worn’t there a alleybi!’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> @@ -27455,77 +27387,77 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">B</span>ut surely, my dear - sir,’ said little Perker, as he stood in Mr. Pickwick’s apartment on the - morning after the trial, ‘surely you don’t really mean—really and - seriously now, and irritation apart—that you won’t pay these costs - and damages?’ + sir,’ said little Perker, as he stood in Mr. Pickwick’s apartment on the + morning after the trial, ‘surely you don’t really mean—really and + seriously now, and irritation apart—that you won’t pay these costs + and damages?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not one halfpenny,’ said Mr. Pickwick firmly; ‘not one halfpenny.’ + ‘Not one halfpenny,’ said Mr. Pickwick firmly; ‘not one halfpenny.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hooroar for the principle, as the money-lender said ven he vouldn’t renew - the bill,’ observed Mr. Weller, who was clearing away the + ‘Hooroar for the principle, as the money-lender said ven he vouldn’t renew + the bill,’ observed Mr. Weller, who was clearing away the breakfast-things. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘have the goodness to step downstairs.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘have the goodness to step downstairs.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; and acting on Mr. Pickwick’s gentle + ‘Cert’nly, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; and acting on Mr. Pickwick’s gentle hint, Sam retired. </p> <p> - ‘No, Perker,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with great seriousness of manner, ‘my + ‘No, Perker,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with great seriousness of manner, ‘my friends here have endeavoured to dissuade me from this determination, but without avail. I shall employ myself as usual, until the opposite party have the power of issuing a legal process of execution against me; and if they are vile enough to avail themselves of it, and to arrest my person, I shall yield myself up with perfect cheerfulness and content of heart. When - can they do this?’ + can they do this?’ </p> <p> - ‘They can issue execution, my dear Sir, for the amount of the damages and - taxed costs, next term,’ replied Perker, ‘just two months hence, my dear - sir.’ + ‘They can issue execution, my dear Sir, for the amount of the damages and + taxed costs, next term,’ replied Perker, ‘just two months hence, my dear + sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Until that time, my dear fellow, let me - hear no more of the matter. And now,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, looking + ‘Very good,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Until that time, my dear fellow, let me + hear no more of the matter. And now,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, looking round on his friends with a good-humoured smile, and a sparkle in the eye - which no spectacles could dim or conceal, ‘the only question is, Where - shall we go next?’ + which no spectacles could dim or conceal, ‘the only question is, Where + shall we go next?’ </p> <p> - Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass were too much affected by their friend’s + Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass were too much affected by their friend’s heroism to offer any reply. Mr. Winkle had not yet sufficiently recovered the recollection of his evidence at the trial, to make any observation on any subject, so Mr. Pickwick paused in vain. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said that gentleman, ‘if you leave me to suggest our destination, - I say Bath. I think none of us have ever been there.’ + ‘Well,’ said that gentleman, ‘if you leave me to suggest our destination, + I say Bath. I think none of us have ever been there.’ </p> <p> Nobody had; and as the proposition was warmly seconded by Perker, who considered it extremely probable that if Mr. Pickwick saw a little change and gaiety he would be inclined to think better of his determination, and - worse of a debtor’s prison, it was carried unanimously; and Sam was at + worse of a debtor’s prison, it was carried unanimously; and Sam was at once despatched to the White Horse Cellar, to take five places by the - half-past seven o’clock coach, next morning. + half-past seven o’clock coach, next morning. </p> <p> There were just two places to be had inside, and just three to be had out; so Sam Weller booked for them all, and having exchanged a few compliments with the booking-office clerk on the subject of a pewter half-crown which - was tendered him as a portion of his ‘change,’ walked back to the George + was tendered him as a portion of his ‘change,’ walked back to the George and Vulture, where he was pretty busily employed until bed-time in reducing clothes and linen into the smallest possible compass, and exerting his mechanical genius in constructing a variety of ingenious devices for keeping the lids on boxes which had neither locks nor hinges. </p> <p> - The next was a very unpropitious morning for a journey—muggy, damp, + The next was a very unpropitious morning for a journey—muggy, damp, and drizzly. The horses in the stages that were going out, and had come through the city, were smoking so, that the outside passengers were invisible. The newspaper-sellers looked moist, and smelled mouldy; the wet @@ -27540,12 +27472,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Leaving Sam Weller to rescue the luggage from the seven or eight porters who flung themselves savagely upon it, the moment the coach stopped, and finding that they were about twenty minutes too early, Mr. Pickwick and - his friends went for shelter into the travellers’ room—the last + his friends went for shelter into the travellers’ room—the last resource of human dejection. </p> <p> - The travellers’ room at the White Horse Cellar is of course uncomfortable; - it would be no travellers’ room if it were not. It is the right-hand + The travellers’ room at the White Horse Cellar is of course uncomfortable; + it would be no travellers’ room if it were not. It is the right-hand parlour, into which an aspiring kitchen fireplace appears to have walked, accompanied by a rebellious poker, tongs, and shovel. It is divided into boxes, for the solitary confinement of travellers, and is furnished with a @@ -27563,26 +27495,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger dignified; and, having scrutinised that gentleman and his companions to his entire satisfaction, hummed a tune, in a manner which seemed to say that he rather suspected somebody wanted to take advantage of him, but it - wouldn’t do. + wouldn’t do. </p> <p> - ‘Waiter,’ said the gentleman with the whiskers. + ‘Waiter,’ said the gentleman with the whiskers. </p> <p> - ‘Sir?’ replied a man with a dirty complexion, and a towel of the same, + ‘Sir?’ replied a man with a dirty complexion, and a towel of the same, emerging from the kennel before mentioned. </p> <p> - ‘Some more toast.’ + ‘Some more toast.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Buttered toast, mind,’ said the gentleman fiercely. + ‘Buttered toast, mind,’ said the gentleman fiercely. </p> <p> - ‘Directly, sir,’ replied the waiter. + ‘Directly, sir,’ replied the waiter. </p> <p> The gentleman with the whiskers hummed a tune in the same manner as @@ -27591,64 +27523,64 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger ruminated. </p> <p> - ‘I wonder whereabouts in Bath this coach puts up,’ said Mr. Pickwick, + ‘I wonder whereabouts in Bath this coach puts up,’ said Mr. Pickwick, mildly addressing Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Hum—eh—what’s that?’ said the strange man. + ‘Hum—eh—what’s that?’ said the strange man. </p> <p> - ‘I made an observation to my friend, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, always - ready to enter into conversation. ‘I wondered at what house the Bath coach - put up. Perhaps you can inform me.’ + ‘I made an observation to my friend, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, always + ready to enter into conversation. ‘I wondered at what house the Bath coach + put up. Perhaps you can inform me.’ </p> <p> - Are you going to Bath?’ said the strange man. + Are you going to Bath?’ said the strange man. </p> <p> - ‘I am, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I am, sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘And those other gentlemen?’ + ‘And those other gentlemen?’ </p> <p> - ‘They are going also,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘They are going also,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Not inside—I’ll be damned if you’re going inside,’ said the strange + ‘Not inside—I’ll be damned if you’re going inside,’ said the strange man. </p> <p> - ‘Not all of us,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Not all of us,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No, not all of you,’ said the strange man emphatically. ‘I’ve taken two + ‘No, not all of you,’ said the strange man emphatically. ‘I’ve taken two places. If they try to squeeze six people into an infernal box that only - holds four, I’ll take a post-chaise and bring an action. I’ve paid my - fare. It won’t do; I told the clerk when I took my places that it wouldn’t + holds four, I’ll take a post-chaise and bring an action. I’ve paid my + fare. It won’t do; I told the clerk when I took my places that it wouldn’t do. I know these things have been done. I know they are done every day; but I never was done, and I never will be. Those who know me best, best - know it; crush me!’ Here the fierce gentleman rang the bell with great - violence, and told the waiter he’d better bring the toast in five seconds, - or he’d know the reason why. + know it; crush me!’ Here the fierce gentleman rang the bell with great + violence, and told the waiter he’d better bring the toast in five seconds, + or he’d know the reason why. </p> <p> - ‘My good sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘you will allow me to observe that this + ‘My good sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘you will allow me to observe that this is a very unnecessary display of excitement. I have only taken places - inside for two.’ + inside for two.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am glad to hear it,’ said the fierce man. ‘I withdraw my expressions. I - tender an apology. There’s my card. Give me your acquaintance.’ + ‘I am glad to hear it,’ said the fierce man. ‘I withdraw my expressions. I + tender an apology. There’s my card. Give me your acquaintance.’ </p> <p> - ‘With great pleasure, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘We are to be - fellow-travellers, and I hope we shall find each other’s society mutually - agreeable.’ + ‘With great pleasure, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘We are to be + fellow-travellers, and I hope we shall find each other’s society mutually + agreeable.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope we shall,’ said the fierce gentleman. ‘I know we shall. I like - your looks; they please me. Gentlemen, your hands and names. Know me.’ + ‘I hope we shall,’ said the fierce gentleman. ‘I know we shall. I like + your looks; they please me. Gentlemen, your hands and names. Know me.’ </p> <p> Of course, an interchange of friendly salutations followed this gracious @@ -27661,38 +27593,38 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger wife. </p> <p> - ‘She’s a fine woman,’ said Mr. Dowler. ‘I am proud of her. I have reason.’ + ‘She’s a fine woman,’ said Mr. Dowler. ‘I am proud of her. I have reason.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope I shall have the pleasure of judging,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a + ‘I hope I shall have the pleasure of judging,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. </p> <p> - ‘You shall,’ replied Dowler. ‘She shall know you. She shall esteem you. I + ‘You shall,’ replied Dowler. ‘She shall know you. She shall esteem you. I courted her under singular circumstances. I won her through a rash vow. - Thus. I saw her; I loved her; I proposed; she refused me.—“You love - another?”—“Spare my blushes.”—“I know him.”—“You do.”—“Very - good; if he remains here, I’ll skin him.”’ + Thus. I saw her; I loved her; I proposed; she refused me.—“You love + another?”—“Spare my blushes.”—“I know him.”—“You do.”—“Very + good; if he remains here, I’ll skin him.”’ </p> <p> - ‘Lord bless me!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick involuntarily. + ‘Lord bless me!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick involuntarily. </p> <p> - ‘Did you skin the gentleman, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, with a very pale + ‘Did you skin the gentleman, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, with a very pale face. </p> <p> - ‘I wrote him a note, I said it was a painful thing. And so it was.’ + ‘I wrote him a note, I said it was a painful thing. And so it was.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ interposed Mr. Winkle. + ‘Certainly,’ interposed Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘I said I had pledged my word as a gentleman to skin him. My character was - at stake. I had no alternative. As an officer in His Majesty’s service, I + ‘I said I had pledged my word as a gentleman to skin him. My character was + at stake. I had no alternative. As an officer in His Majesty’s service, I was bound to skin him. I regretted the necessity, but it must be done. He was open to conviction. He saw that the rules of the service were - imperative. He fled. I married her. Here’s the coach. That’s her head.’ + imperative. He fled. I married her. Here’s the coach. That’s her head.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Dowler concluded, he pointed to a stage which had just driven up, @@ -27709,67 +27641,67 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger begged to speak to him, with an air of the deepest mystery. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘what’s the matter now?’ + ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘what’s the matter now?’ </p> <p> - ‘Here’s rayther a rum go, sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘Here’s rayther a rum go, sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘What?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘This here, Sir,’ rejoined Sam. ‘I’m wery much afeerd, sir, that the - properiator o’ this here coach is a playin’ some imperence vith us.’ + ‘This here, Sir,’ rejoined Sam. ‘I’m wery much afeerd, sir, that the + properiator o’ this here coach is a playin’ some imperence vith us.’ </p> <p> - ‘How is that, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘aren’t the names down on the - way-bill?’ + ‘How is that, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘aren’t the names down on the + way-bill?’ </p> <p> - ‘The names is not only down on the vay-bill, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘but - they’ve painted vun on ‘em up, on the door o’ the coach.’ As Sam spoke, he - pointed to that part of the coach door on which the proprietor’s name + ‘The names is not only down on the vay-bill, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘but + they’ve painted vun on ‘em up, on the door o’ the coach.’ As Sam spoke, he + pointed to that part of the coach door on which the proprietor’s name usually appears; and there, sure enough, in gilt letters of a goodly size, was the magic name of <i>Pickwick</i>! </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, quite staggered by the coincidence; - ‘what a very extraordinary thing!’ + ‘Dear me,’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, quite staggered by the coincidence; + ‘what a very extraordinary thing!’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, but that ain’t all,’ said Sam, again directing his master’s - attention to the coach door; ‘not content vith writin’ up “Pick-wick,” - they puts “Moses” afore it, vich I call addin’ insult to injury, as the + ‘Yes, but that ain’t all,’ said Sam, again directing his master’s + attention to the coach door; ‘not content vith writin’ up “Pick-wick,” + they puts “Moses” afore it, vich I call addin’ insult to injury, as the parrot said ven they not only took him from his native land, but made him - talk the English langwidge arterwards.’ + talk the English langwidge arterwards.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s odd enough, certainly, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but if we stand - talking here, we shall lose our places.’ + ‘It’s odd enough, certainly, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but if we stand + talking here, we shall lose our places.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot, ain’t nothin’ to be done in consequence, sir?’ exclaimed Sam, + ‘Wot, ain’t nothin’ to be done in consequence, sir?’ exclaimed Sam, perfectly aghast at the coolness with which Mr. Pickwick prepared to ensconce himself inside. </p> <p> - ‘Done!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘What should be done?’ + ‘Done!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘What should be done?’ </p> <p> - Ain’t nobody to be whopped for takin’ this here liberty, sir?’ said Mr. + Ain’t nobody to be whopped for takin’ this here liberty, sir?’ said Mr. Weller, who had expected that at least he would have been commissioned to challenge the guard and the coachman to a pugilistic encounter on the spot. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick eagerly; ‘not on any account. Jump - up to your seat directly.’ + ‘Certainly not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick eagerly; ‘not on any account. Jump + up to your seat directly.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am wery much afeered,’ muttered Sam to himself, as he turned away, - ‘that somethin’ queer’s come over the governor, or he’d never ha’ stood - this so quiet. I hope that ‘ere trial hasn’t broke his spirit, but it - looks bad, wery bad.’ Mr. Weller shook his head gravely; and it is worthy + ‘I am wery much afeered,’ muttered Sam to himself, as he turned away, + ‘that somethin’ queer’s come over the governor, or he’d never ha’ stood + this so quiet. I hope that ‘ere trial hasn’t broke his spirit, but it + looks bad, wery bad.’ Mr. Weller shook his head gravely; and it is worthy of remark, as an illustration of the manner in which he took this circumstance to heart, that he did not speak another word until the coach reached the Kensington turnpike. Which was so long a time for him to @@ -27786,8 +27718,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger fellow than he made himself out to be. Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Winkle listened with great admiration, and at intervals conversed with Mrs. Dowler, who was a very agreeable and fascinating person. So, what between - Mr. Dowler’s stories, and Mrs. Dowler’s charms, and Mr. Pickwick’s - good-humour, and Mr. Winkle’s good listening, the insides contrived to be + Mr. Dowler’s stories, and Mrs. Dowler’s charms, and Mr. Pickwick’s + good-humour, and Mr. Winkle’s good listening, the insides contrived to be very companionable all the way. </p> <p> @@ -27801,10 +27733,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was a third young man on the box who wished to be learned in cattle; and an old one behind, who was familiar with farming. There was a constant succession of Christian names in smock-frocks and white coats, who were - invited to have a ‘lift’ by the guard, and who knew every horse and + invited to have a ‘lift’ by the guard, and who knew every horse and hostler on the road and off it; and there was a dinner which would have been cheap at half-a-crown a mouth, if any moderate number of mouths could - have eaten it in the time. And at seven o’clock P.M. Mr. Pickwick and his + have eaten it in the time. And at seven o’clock P.M. Mr. Pickwick and his friends, and Mr. Dowler and his wife, respectively retired to their private sitting-rooms at the White Hart Hotel, opposite the Great Pump Room, Bath, where the waiters, from their costume, might be mistaken for @@ -27813,7 +27745,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Breakfast had scarcely been cleared away on the succeeding morning, when a - waiter brought in Mr. Dowler’s card, with a request to be allowed + waiter brought in Mr. Dowler’s card, with a request to be allowed permission to introduce a friend. Mr. Dowler at once followed up the delivery of the card, by bringing himself and the friend also. </p> @@ -27827,99 +27759,99 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger frill. He had a gold watch, and a gold curb chain with large gold seals; and he carried a pliant ebony cane with a gold top. His linen was of the very whitest, finest, and stiffest; his wig of the glossiest, blackest, - and curliest. His snuff was princes’ mixture; his scent <i>bouquet du roi</i>. + and curliest. His snuff was princes’ mixture; his scent <i>bouquet du roi</i>. His features were contracted into a perpetual smile; and his teeth were in such perfect order that it was difficult at a small distance to tell the real from the false. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mr. Dowler; ‘my friend, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, - M.C.; Bantam; Mr. Pickwick. Know each other.’ + ‘Mr. Pickwick,’ said Mr. Dowler; ‘my friend, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, + M.C.; Bantam; Mr. Pickwick. Know each other.’ </p> <p> - ‘Welcome to Ba—ath, Sir. This is indeed an acquisition. Most welcome - to Ba—ath, sir. It is long—very long, Mr. Pickwick, since you - drank the waters. It appears an age, Mr. Pickwick. Re-markable!’ + ‘Welcome to Ba—ath, Sir. This is indeed an acquisition. Most welcome + to Ba—ath, sir. It is long—very long, Mr. Pickwick, since you + drank the waters. It appears an age, Mr. Pickwick. Re-markable!’ </p> <p> Such were the expressions with which Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, M.C., - took Mr. Pickwick’s hand; retaining it in his, meantime, and shrugging up + took Mr. Pickwick’s hand; retaining it in his, meantime, and shrugging up his shoulders with a constant succession of bows, as if he really could not make up his mind to the trial of letting it go again. </p> <p> - ‘It is a very long time since I drank the waters, certainly,’ replied Mr. - Pickwick; ‘for, to the best of my knowledge, I was never here before.’ + ‘It is a very long time since I drank the waters, certainly,’ replied Mr. + Pickwick; ‘for, to the best of my knowledge, I was never here before.’ </p> <p> - ‘Never in Ba—ath, Mr. Pickwick!’ exclaimed the Grand Master, letting - the hand fall in astonishment. ‘Never in Ba—ath! He! he! Mr. + ‘Never in Ba—ath, Mr. Pickwick!’ exclaimed the Grand Master, letting + the hand fall in astonishment. ‘Never in Ba—ath! He! he! Mr. Pickwick, you are a wag. Not bad, not bad. Good, good. He! he! he! - Re-markable!’ + Re-markable!’ </p> <p> - ‘To my shame, I must say that I am perfectly serious,’ rejoined Mr. - Pickwick. ‘I really never was here before.’ + ‘To my shame, I must say that I am perfectly serious,’ rejoined Mr. + Pickwick. ‘I really never was here before.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I see,’ exclaimed the Grand Master, looking extremely pleased; ‘yes, - yes—good, good—better and better. You are the gentleman of - whom we have heard. Yes; we know you, Mr. Pickwick; we know you.’ + ‘Oh, I see,’ exclaimed the Grand Master, looking extremely pleased; ‘yes, + yes—good, good—better and better. You are the gentleman of + whom we have heard. Yes; we know you, Mr. Pickwick; we know you.’ </p> <p> - ‘The reports of the trial in those confounded papers,’ thought Mr. - Pickwick. ‘They have heard all about me.’ + ‘The reports of the trial in those confounded papers,’ thought Mr. + Pickwick. ‘They have heard all about me.’ </p> <p> - You are the gentleman residing on Clapham Green,’ resumed Bantam, ‘who + You are the gentleman residing on Clapham Green,’ resumed Bantam, ‘who lost the use of his limbs from imprudently taking cold after port wine; who could not be moved in consequence of acute suffering, and who had the - water from the king’s bath bottled at one hundred and three degrees, and + water from the king’s bath bottled at one hundred and three degrees, and sent by wagon to his bedroom in town, where he bathed, sneezed, and the - same day recovered. Very remarkable!’ + same day recovered. Very remarkable!’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick acknowledged the compliment which the supposition implied, but had the self-denial to repudiate it, notwithstanding; and taking - advantage of a moment’s silence on the part of the M.C., begged to + advantage of a moment’s silence on the part of the M.C., begged to introduce his friends, Mr. Tupman, Mr. Winkle, and Mr. Snodgrass. An introduction which overwhelmed the M.C. with delight and honour. </p> <p> - ‘Bantam,’ said Mr. Dowler, ‘Mr. Pickwick and his friends are strangers. - They must put their names down. Where’s the book?’ + ‘Bantam,’ said Mr. Dowler, ‘Mr. Pickwick and his friends are strangers. + They must put their names down. Where’s the book?’ </p> <p> - ‘The register of the distinguished visitors in Ba—ath will be at the - Pump Room this morning at two o’clock,’ replied the M.C. ‘Will you guide + ‘The register of the distinguished visitors in Ba—ath will be at the + Pump Room this morning at two o’clock,’ replied the M.C. ‘Will you guide our friends to that splendid building, and enable me to procure their - autographs?’ + autographs?’ </p> <p> - ‘I will,’ rejoined Dowler. ‘This is a long call. It’s time to go. I shall - be here again in an hour. Come.’ + ‘I will,’ rejoined Dowler. ‘This is a long call. It’s time to go. I shall + be here again in an hour. Come.’ </p> <p> - ‘This is a ball-night,’ said the M.C., again taking Mr. Pickwick’s hand, - as he rose to go. ‘The ball-nights in Ba—ath are moments snatched + ‘This is a ball-night,’ said the M.C., again taking Mr. Pickwick’s hand, + as he rose to go. ‘The ball-nights in Ba—ath are moments snatched from paradise; rendered bewitching by music, beauty, elegance, fashion, - etiquette, and—and—above all, by the absence of tradespeople, + etiquette, and—and—above all, by the absence of tradespeople, who are quite inconsistent with paradise, and who have an amalgamation of themselves at the Guildhall every fortnight, which is, to say the least, - remarkable. Good-bye, good-bye!’ and protesting all the way downstairs + remarkable. Good-bye, good-bye!’ and protesting all the way downstairs that he was most satisfied, and most delighted, and most overpowered, and most flattered, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esquire, M.C., stepped into a very elegant chariot that waited at the door, and rattled off. </p> <p> At the appointed hour, Mr. Pickwick and his friends, escorted by Dowler, - repaired to the Assembly Rooms, and wrote their names down in the book—an + repaired to the Assembly Rooms, and wrote their names down in the book—an instance of condescension at which Angelo Bantam was even more overpowered - than before. Tickets of admission to that evening’s assembly were to have + than before. Tickets of admission to that evening’s assembly were to have been prepared for the whole party, but as they were not ready, Mr. Pickwick undertook, despite all the protestations to the contrary of - Angelo Bantam, to send Sam for them at four o’clock in the afternoon, to - the M.C.‘s house in Queen Square. Having taken a short walk through the + Angelo Bantam, to send Sam for them at four o’clock in the afternoon, to + the M.C.‘s house in Queen Square. Having taken a short walk through the city, and arrived at the unanimous conclusion that Park Street was very much like the perpendicular streets a man sees in a dream, which he cannot get up for the life of him, they returned to the White Hart, and @@ -27936,16 +27868,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a powdered-headed footman in gorgeous livery, and of symmetrical stature. </p> <p> - ‘Is this here Mr. Bantam’s, old feller?’ inquired Sam Weller, nothing + ‘Is this here Mr. Bantam’s, old feller?’ inquired Sam Weller, nothing abashed by the blaze of splendour which burst upon his sight in the person of the powdered-headed footman with the gorgeous livery. </p> <p> - ‘Why, young man?’ was the haughty inquiry of the powdered-headed footman. + ‘Why, young man?’ was the haughty inquiry of the powdered-headed footman. </p> <p> - ‘’Cos if it is, jist you step in to him with that ‘ere card, and say Mr. - Veller’s a-waitin’, will you?’ said Sam. And saying it, he very coolly + ‘’Cos if it is, jist you step in to him with that ‘ere card, and say Mr. + Veller’s a-waitin’, will you?’ said Sam. And saying it, he very coolly walked into the hall, and sat down. </p> <p> @@ -27955,86 +27887,86 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger approval. </p> <p> - Apparently his master’s reception of the card had impressed the - powdered-headed footman in Sam’s favour, for when he came back from + Apparently his master’s reception of the card had impressed the + powdered-headed footman in Sam’s favour, for when he came back from delivering it, he smiled in a friendly manner, and said that the answer would be ready directly. </p> <p> - ‘Wery good,’ said Sam. ‘Tell the old gen’l’m’n not to put himself in a - perspiration. No hurry, six-foot. I’ve had my dinner.’ + ‘Wery good,’ said Sam. ‘Tell the old gen’l’m’n not to put himself in a + perspiration. No hurry, six-foot. I’ve had my dinner.’ </p> <p> - ‘You dine early, sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman. + ‘You dine early, sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman. </p> <p> - ‘I find I gets on better at supper when I does,’ replied Sam. + ‘I find I gets on better at supper when I does,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Have you been long in Bath, sir?’ inquired the powdered-headed footman. - ‘I have not had the pleasure of hearing of you before.’ + ‘Have you been long in Bath, sir?’ inquired the powdered-headed footman. + ‘I have not had the pleasure of hearing of you before.’ </p> <p> - ‘I haven’t created any wery surprisin’ sensation here, as yet,’ rejoined - Sam, ‘for me and the other fash’nables only come last night.’ + ‘I haven’t created any wery surprisin’ sensation here, as yet,’ rejoined + Sam, ‘for me and the other fash’nables only come last night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nice place, Sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman. + ‘Nice place, Sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman. </p> <p> - ‘Seems so,’ observed Sam. + ‘Seems so,’ observed Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Pleasant society, sir,’ remarked the powdered-headed footman. ‘Very - agreeable servants, sir.’ + ‘Pleasant society, sir,’ remarked the powdered-headed footman. ‘Very + agreeable servants, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should think they wos,’ replied Sam. ‘Affable, unaffected, - say-nothin’-to-nobody sorts o’ fellers.’ + ‘I should think they wos,’ replied Sam. ‘Affable, unaffected, + say-nothin’-to-nobody sorts o’ fellers.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, very much so, indeed, sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman, taking - Sam’s remarks as a high compliment. ‘Very much so indeed. Do you do - anything in this way, Sir?’ inquired the tall footman, producing a small - snuff-box with a fox’s head on the top of it. + ‘Oh, very much so, indeed, sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman, taking + Sam’s remarks as a high compliment. ‘Very much so indeed. Do you do + anything in this way, Sir?’ inquired the tall footman, producing a small + snuff-box with a fox’s head on the top of it. </p> <p> - ‘Not without sneezing,’ replied Sam. + ‘Not without sneezing,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Why, it <i>is</i> difficult, sir, I confess,’ said the tall footman. ‘It + ‘Why, it <i>is</i> difficult, sir, I confess,’ said the tall footman. ‘It may be done by degrees, Sir. Coffee is the best practice. I carried - coffee, Sir, for a long time. It looks very like rappee, sir.’ + coffee, Sir, for a long time. It looks very like rappee, sir.’ </p> <p> Here, a sharp peal at the bell reduced the powdered-headed footman to the - ignominious necessity of putting the fox’s head in his pocket, and - hastening with a humble countenance to Mr. Bantam’s ‘study.’ By the bye, - who ever knew a man who never read or wrote either, who hadn’t got some + ignominious necessity of putting the fox’s head in his pocket, and + hastening with a humble countenance to Mr. Bantam’s ‘study.’ By the bye, + who ever knew a man who never read or wrote either, who hadn’t got some small back parlour which he <i>would </i>call a study! </p> <p> - ‘There is the answer, sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman. ‘I’m afraid - you’ll find it inconveniently large.’ + ‘There is the answer, sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman. ‘I’m afraid + you’ll find it inconveniently large.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t mention it,’ said Sam, taking a letter with a small enclosure. - ‘It’s just possible as exhausted natur’ may manage to surwive it.’ + ‘Don’t mention it,’ said Sam, taking a letter with a small enclosure. + ‘It’s just possible as exhausted natur’ may manage to surwive it.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope we shall meet again, Sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman, + ‘I hope we shall meet again, Sir,’ said the powdered-headed footman, rubbing his hands, and following Sam out to the door-step. </p> <p> - ‘You are wery obligin’, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Now, don’t allow yourself to - be fatigued beyond your powers; there’s a amiable bein’. Consider what you - owe to society, and don’t let yourself be injured by too much work. For - the sake o’ your feller-creeturs, keep yourself as quiet as you can; only - think what a loss you would be!’ With these pathetic words, Sam Weller + ‘You are wery obligin’, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Now, don’t allow yourself to + be fatigued beyond your powers; there’s a amiable bein’. Consider what you + owe to society, and don’t let yourself be injured by too much work. For + the sake o’ your feller-creeturs, keep yourself as quiet as you can; only + think what a loss you would be!’ With these pathetic words, Sam Weller departed. </p> <p> - ‘A very singular young man that,’ said the powdered-headed footman, + ‘A very singular young man that,’ said the powdered-headed footman, looking after Mr. Weller, with a countenance which clearly showed he could make nothing of him. </p> @@ -28044,7 +27976,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger greatly amused with something or other, walked merrily away. </p> <p> - At precisely twenty minutes before eight o’clock that night, Angelo Cyrus + At precisely twenty minutes before eight o’clock that night, Angelo Cyrus Bantam, Esq., the Master of the Ceremonies, emerged from his chariot at the door of the Assembly Rooms in the same wig, the same teeth, the same eye-glass, the same watch and seals, the same rings, the same shirt-pin, @@ -28063,9 +27995,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger shoals. In the ballroom, the long card-room, the octagonal card-room, the staircases, and the passages, the hum of many voices, and the sound of many feet, were perfectly bewildering. Dresses rustled, feathers waved, - lights shone, and jewels sparkled. There was the music—not of the + lights shone, and jewels sparkled. There was the music—not of the quadrille band, for it had not yet commenced; but the music of soft, tiny - footsteps, with now and then a clear, merry laugh—low and gentle, + footsteps, with now and then a clear, merry laugh—low and gentle, but very pleasant to hear in a female voice, whether in Bath or elsewhere. Brilliant eyes, lighted up with pleasurable expectation, gleamed from every side; and, look where you would, some exquisite form glided @@ -28090,7 +28022,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Lounging near the doors, and in remote corners, were various knots of silly young men, displaying various varieties of puppyism and stupidity; amusing all sensible people near them with their folly and conceit; and - happily thinking themselves the objects of general admiration—a wise + happily thinking themselves the objects of general admiration—a wise and merciful dispensation which no good man will quarrel with. </p> <p> @@ -28109,92 +28041,92 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Ceremonies. </p> <p> - ‘Stop in the tea-room. Take your sixpenn’orth. Then lay on hot water, and - call it tea. Drink it,’ said Mr. Dowler, in a loud voice, directing Mr. + ‘Stop in the tea-room. Take your sixpenn’orth. Then lay on hot water, and + call it tea. Drink it,’ said Mr. Dowler, in a loud voice, directing Mr. Pickwick, who advanced at the head of the little party, with Mrs. Dowler on his arm. Into the tea-room Mr. Pickwick turned; and catching sight of him, Mr. Bantam corkscrewed his way through the crowd and welcomed him with ecstasy. </p> <p> - ‘My dear Sir, I am highly honoured. Ba—ath is favoured. Mrs. Dowler, + ‘My dear Sir, I am highly honoured. Ba—ath is favoured. Mrs. Dowler, you embellish the rooms. I congratulate you on your feathers. - Re-markable!’ + Re-markable!’ </p> <p> - ‘Anybody here?’ inquired Dowler suspiciously. + ‘Anybody here?’ inquired Dowler suspiciously. </p> <p> - ‘Anybody! The <i>elite </i>of Ba—ath. Mr. Pickwick, do you see the - old lady in the gauze turban?’ + ‘Anybody! The <i>elite </i>of Ba—ath. Mr. Pickwick, do you see the + old lady in the gauze turban?’ </p> <p> - ‘The fat old lady?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick innocently. + ‘The fat old lady?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick innocently. </p> <p> - ‘Hush, my dear sir—nobody’s fat or old in Ba—ath. That’s the - Dowager Lady Snuphanuph.’ + ‘Hush, my dear sir—nobody’s fat or old in Ba—ath. That’s the + Dowager Lady Snuphanuph.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is it, indeed?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Is it, indeed?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No less a person, I assure you,’ said the Master of the Ceremonies. - ‘Hush. Draw a little nearer, Mr. Pickwick. You see the splendidly-dressed - young man coming this way?’ + ‘No less a person, I assure you,’ said the Master of the Ceremonies. + ‘Hush. Draw a little nearer, Mr. Pickwick. You see the splendidly-dressed + young man coming this way?’ </p> <p> - ‘The one with the long hair, and the particularly small forehead?’ + ‘The one with the long hair, and the particularly small forehead?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘The same. The richest young man in Ba—ath at this moment. Young - Lord Mutanhed.’ + ‘The same. The richest young man in Ba—ath at this moment. Young + Lord Mutanhed.’ </p> <p> - ‘You don’t say so?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You don’t say so?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes. You’ll hear his voice in a moment, Mr. Pickwick. He’ll speak to me. + ‘Yes. You’ll hear his voice in a moment, Mr. Pickwick. He’ll speak to me. The other gentleman with him, in the red under-waistcoat and dark moustache, is the Honourable Mr. Crushton, his bosom friend. How do you - do, my Lord?’ + do, my Lord?’ </p> <p> - ‘Veway hot, Bantam,’ said his Lordship. + ‘Veway hot, Bantam,’ said his Lordship. </p> <p> - ‘It <i>is</i> very warm, my Lord,’ replied the M.C. + ‘It <i>is</i> very warm, my Lord,’ replied the M.C. </p> <p> - ‘Confounded,’ assented the Honourable Mr. Crushton. + ‘Confounded,’ assented the Honourable Mr. Crushton. </p> <p> - ‘Have you seen his Lordship’s mail-cart, Bantam?’ inquired the Honourable + ‘Have you seen his Lordship’s mail-cart, Bantam?’ inquired the Honourable Mr. Crushton, after a short pause, during which young Lord Mutanhed had been endeavouring to stare Mr. Pickwick out of countenance, and Mr. Crushton had been reflecting what subject his Lordship could talk about best. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, no,’ replied the M.C. ‘A mail-cart! What an excellent idea. - Re-markable!’ + ‘Dear me, no,’ replied the M.C. ‘A mail-cart! What an excellent idea. + Re-markable!’ </p> <p> - ‘Gwacious heavens!’ said his Lordship, ‘I thought evewebody had seen the - new mail-cart; it’s the neatest, pwettiest, gwacefullest thing that ever - wan upon wheels. Painted wed, with a cweam piebald.’ + ‘Gwacious heavens!’ said his Lordship, ‘I thought evewebody had seen the + new mail-cart; it’s the neatest, pwettiest, gwacefullest thing that ever + wan upon wheels. Painted wed, with a cweam piebald.’ </p> <p> - ‘With a real box for the letters, and all complete,’ said the Honourable + ‘With a real box for the letters, and all complete,’ said the Honourable Mr. Crushton. </p> <p> - ‘And a little seat in fwont, with an iwon wail, for the dwiver,’ added his - Lordship. ‘I dwove it over to Bwistol the other morning, in a cwimson + ‘And a little seat in fwont, with an iwon wail, for the dwiver,’ added his + Lordship. ‘I dwove it over to Bwistol the other morning, in a cwimson coat, with two servants widing a quarter of a mile behind; and confound me - if the people didn’t wush out of their cottages, and awest my pwogwess, to - know if I wasn’t the post. Glorwious—glorwious!’ + if the people didn’t wush out of their cottages, and awest my pwogwess, to + know if I wasn’t the post. Glorwious—glorwious!’ </p> <p> At this anecdote his Lordship laughed very heartily, as did the listeners, @@ -28202,10 +28134,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Crushton, Lord Mutanhed walked away. </p> <p> - ‘Delightful young man, his Lordship,’ said the Master of the Ceremonies. + ‘Delightful young man, his Lordship,’ said the Master of the Ceremonies. </p> <p> - ‘So I should think,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick drily. + ‘So I should think,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick drily. </p> <p> The dancing having commenced, the necessary introductions having been @@ -28221,15 +28153,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to make up the rubber. </p> <p> - ‘My dear Bantam,’ said the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph coaxingly, ‘find us - some nice creature to make up this table; there’s a good soul.’ Mr. + ‘My dear Bantam,’ said the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph coaxingly, ‘find us + some nice creature to make up this table; there’s a good soul.’ Mr. Pickwick happened to be looking another way at the moment, so her Ladyship nodded her head towards him, and frowned expressively. </p> <p> - ‘My friend Mr. Pickwick, my Lady, will be most happy, I am sure, - remarkably so,’ said the M.C., taking the hint. ‘Mr. Pickwick, Lady - Snuphanuph—Mrs. Colonel Wugsby—Miss Bolo.’ + ‘My friend Mr. Pickwick, my Lady, will be most happy, I am sure, + remarkably so,’ said the M.C., taking the hint. ‘Mr. Pickwick, Lady + Snuphanuph—Mrs. Colonel Wugsby—Miss Bolo.’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20141m.jpg" alt="20141m " /><br /> @@ -28245,32 +28177,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> As the trump card was turned up, at the commencement of the second deal, two young ladies hurried into the room, and took their stations on either - side of Mrs. Colonel Wugsby’s chair, where they waited patiently until the + side of Mrs. Colonel Wugsby’s chair, where they waited patiently until the hand was over. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Jane,’ said Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, turning to one of the girls, ‘what - is it?’ + ‘Now, Jane,’ said Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, turning to one of the girls, ‘what + is it?’ </p> <p> - I came to ask, ma, whether I might dance with the youngest Mr. Crawley,’ + I came to ask, ma, whether I might dance with the youngest Mr. Crawley,’ whispered the prettier and younger of the two. </p> <p> - ‘Good God, Jane, how can you think of such things?’ replied the mamma - indignantly. ‘Haven’t you repeatedly heard that his father has eight + ‘Good God, Jane, how can you think of such things?’ replied the mamma + indignantly. ‘Haven’t you repeatedly heard that his father has eight hundred a year, which dies with him? I am ashamed of you. Not on any - account.’ + account.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ma,’ whispered the other, who was much older than her sister, and very - insipid and artificial, ‘Lord Mutanhed has been introduced to me. I said I - thought I wasn’t engaged, ma.’ + ‘Ma,’ whispered the other, who was much older than her sister, and very + insipid and artificial, ‘Lord Mutanhed has been introduced to me. I said I + thought I wasn’t engaged, ma.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re a sweet pet, my love,’ replied Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, tapping her - daughter’s cheek with her fan, ‘and are always to be trusted. He’s - immensely rich, my dear. Bless you!’ With these words Mrs. Colonel Wugsby + ‘You’re a sweet pet, my love,’ replied Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, tapping her + daughter’s cheek with her fan, ‘and are always to be trusted. He’s + immensely rich, my dear. Bless you!’ With these words Mrs. Colonel Wugsby kissed her eldest daughter most affectionately, and frowning in a warning manner upon the other, sorted her cards. </p> @@ -28325,7 +28257,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger favourable opportunity offered for their securing, on moderate terms, the upper portion of a house in the Royal Crescent, which was larger than they required, Mr. and Mrs. Dowler offered to relieve them of a bedroom and - sitting-room. This proposition was at once accepted, and in three days’ + sitting-room. This proposition was at once accepted, and in three days’ time they were all located in their new abode, when Mr. Pickwick began to drink the waters with the utmost assiduity. Mr. Pickwick took them systematically. He drank a quarter of a pint before breakfast, and then @@ -28357,7 +28289,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Every morning, the regular water-drinkers, Mr. Pickwick among the number, met each other in the pump room, took their quarter of a pint, and walked - constitutionally. At the afternoon’s promenade, Lord Mutanhed, and the + constitutionally. At the afternoon’s promenade, Lord Mutanhed, and the Honourable Mr. Crushton, the Dowager Lady Snuphanuph, Mrs. Colonel Wugsby, and all the great people, and all the morning water-drinkers, met in grand assemblage. After this, they walked out, or drove out, or were pushed out @@ -28374,32 +28306,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was roused by a gentle tap at the room door. </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, Sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock, the landlady, peeping in; ‘but - did you want anything more, sir?’ + ‘Beg your pardon, Sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock, the landlady, peeping in; ‘but + did you want anything more, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing more, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Nothing more, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘My young girl is gone to bed, Sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock; ‘and Mr. Dowler - is good enough to say that he’ll sit up for Mrs. Dowler, as the party - isn’t expected to be over till late; so I was thinking that if you wanted - nothing more, Mr. Pickwick, I would go to bed.’ + ‘My young girl is gone to bed, Sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock; ‘and Mr. Dowler + is good enough to say that he’ll sit up for Mrs. Dowler, as the party + isn’t expected to be over till late; so I was thinking that if you wanted + nothing more, Mr. Pickwick, I would go to bed.’ </p> <p> - ‘By all means, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘By all means, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wish you good-night, Sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock. + ‘Wish you good-night, Sir,’ said Mrs. Craddock. </p> <p> - ‘Good-night, ma’am,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Good-night, ma’am,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Mrs. Craddock closed the door, and Mr. Pickwick resumed his writing. </p> <p> - In half an hour’s time the entries were concluded. Mr. Pickwick carefully + In half an hour’s time the entries were concluded. Mr. Pickwick carefully rubbed the last page on the blotting-paper, shut up the book, wiped his pen on the bottom of the inside of his coat tail, and opened the drawer of the inkstand to put it carefully away. There were a couple of sheets of @@ -28408,55 +28340,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger fully disclosed to him. Seeing from this, that it was no private document; and as it seemed to relate to Bath, and was very short: Mr. Pick-wick unfolded it, lighted his bedroom candle that it might burn up well by the - time he finished; and drawing his chair nearer the fire, read as follows— + time he finished; and drawing his chair nearer the fire, read as follows— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> THE TRUE LEGEND OF PRINCE BLADUD </pre> <p> - ‘Less than two hundred years ago, on one of the public baths in this city, + ‘Less than two hundred years ago, on one of the public baths in this city, there appeared an inscription in honour of its mighty founder, the renowned Prince Bladud. That inscription is now erased. </p> <p> - ‘For many hundred years before that time, there had been handed down, from + ‘For many hundred years before that time, there had been handed down, from age to age, an old legend, that the illustrious prince being afflicted with leprosy, on his return from reaping a rich harvest of knowledge in Athens, shunned the court of his royal father, and consorted moodily with husbandman and pigs. Among the herd (so said the legend) was a pig of - grave and solemn countenance, with whom the prince had a fellow-feeling—for - he too was wise—a pig of thoughtful and reserved demeanour; an + grave and solemn countenance, with whom the prince had a fellow-feeling—for + he too was wise—a pig of thoughtful and reserved demeanour; an animal superior to his fellows, whose grunt was terrible, and whose bite was sharp. The young prince sighed deeply as he looked upon the countenance of the majestic swine; he thought of his royal father, and his eyes were bedewed with tears. </p> <p> - ‘This sagacious pig was fond of bathing in rich, moist mud. Not in summer, + ‘This sagacious pig was fond of bathing in rich, moist mud. Not in summer, as common pigs do now, to cool themselves, and did even in those distant ages (which is a proof that the light of civilisation had already begun to dawn, though feebly), but in the cold, sharp days of winter. His coat was ever so sleek, and his complexion so clear, that the prince resolved to essay the purifying qualities of the same water that his friend resorted to. He made the trial. Beneath that black mud, bubbled the hot springs of - Bath. He washed, and was cured. Hastening to his father’s court, he paid + Bath. He washed, and was cured. Hastening to his father’s court, he paid his best respects, and returning quickly hither, founded this city and its famous baths. </p> <p> - ‘He sought the pig with all the ardour of their early friendship—but, + ‘He sought the pig with all the ardour of their early friendship—but, alas! the waters had been his death. He had imprudently taken a bath at too high a temperature, and the natural philosopher was no more! He was succeeded by Pliny, who also fell a victim to his thirst for knowledge. </p> <p> - ‘This was the legend. Listen to the true one. + ‘This was the legend. Listen to the true one. </p> <p> - ‘A great many centuries since, there flourished, in great state, the + ‘A great many centuries since, there flourished, in great state, the famous and renowned Lud Hudibras, king of Britain. He was a mighty - monarch. The earth shook when he walked—he was so very stout. His - people basked in the light of his countenance—it was so red and + monarch. The earth shook when he walked—he was so very stout. His + people basked in the light of his countenance—it was so red and glowing. He was, indeed, every inch a king. And there were a good many inches of him, too, for although he was not very tall, he was a remarkable size round, and the inches that he wanted in height, he made up in @@ -28465,8 +28397,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger illustrious potentate. </p> <p> - ‘This good king had a queen, who eighteen years before, had had a son, who - was called Bladud. He was sent to a preparatory seminary in his father’s + ‘This good king had a queen, who eighteen years before, had had a son, who + was called Bladud. He was sent to a preparatory seminary in his father’s dominions until he was ten years old, and was then despatched, in charge of a trusty messenger, to a finishing school at Athens; and as there was no extra charge for remaining during the holidays, and no notice required @@ -28477,7 +28409,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger immediately. </p> <p> - ‘When King Lud saw the prince his son, and found he had grown up such a + ‘When King Lud saw the prince his son, and found he had grown up such a fine young man, he perceived what a grand thing it would be to have him married without delay, so that his children might be the means of perpetuating the glorious race of Lud, down to the very latest ages of the @@ -28486,7 +28418,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger employment, to a neighbouring king, and demanded his fair daughter in marriage for his son; stating at the same time that he was anxious to be on the most affectionate terms with his brother and friend, but that if - they couldn’t agree in arranging this marriage, he should be under the + they couldn’t agree in arranging this marriage, he should be under the unpleasant necessity of invading his kingdom and putting his eyes out. To this, the other king (who was the weaker of the two) replied that he was very much obliged to his friend and brother for all his goodness and @@ -28494,14 +28426,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Prince Bladud liked to come and fetch her. </p> <p> - ‘This answer no sooner reached Britain, than the whole nation was + ‘This answer no sooner reached Britain, than the whole nation was transported with joy. Nothing was heard, on all sides, but the sounds of - feasting and revelry—except the chinking of money as it was paid in + feasting and revelry—except the chinking of money as it was paid in by the people to the collector of the royal treasures, to defray the expenses of the happy ceremony. It was upon this occasion that King Lud, seated on the top of his throne in full council, rose, in the exuberance of his feelings, and commanded the lord chief justice to order in the - richest wines and the court minstrels—an act of graciousness which + richest wines and the court minstrels—an act of graciousness which has been, through the ignorance of traditionary historians, attributed to King Cole, in those celebrated lines in which his Majesty is represented as @@ -28515,7 +28447,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger exaltation of the virtues of King Cole. </p> <p> - ‘But, in the midst of all this festivity and rejoicing, there was one + ‘But, in the midst of all this festivity and rejoicing, there was one individual present, who tasted not when the sparkling wines were poured forth, and who danced not, when the minstrels played. This was no other than Prince Bladud himself, in honour of whose happiness a whole people @@ -28527,9 +28459,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger daughter of a noble Athenian. </p> <p> - ‘Here we have a striking example of one of the manifold advantages of + ‘Here we have a striking example of one of the manifold advantages of civilisation and refinement. If the prince had lived in later days, he - might at once have married the object of his father’s choice, and then set + might at once have married the object of his father’s choice, and then set himself seriously to work, to relieve himself of the burden which rested heavily upon him. He might have endeavoured to break her heart by a systematic course of insult and neglect; or, if the spirit of her sex, and @@ -28539,10 +28471,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Bladud; so he solicited a private audience, and told his father. </p> <p> - ‘It is an old prerogative of kings to govern everything but their + ‘It is an old prerogative of kings to govern everything but their passions. King Lud flew into a frightful rage, tossed his crown up to the - ceiling, and caught it again—for in those days kings kept their - crowns on their heads, and not in the Tower—stamped the ground, + ceiling, and caught it again—for in those days kings kept their + crowns on their heads, and not in the Tower—stamped the ground, rapped his forehead, wondered why his own flesh and blood rebelled against him, and, finally, calling in his guards, ordered the prince away to instant Confinement in a lofty turret; a course of treatment which the @@ -28551,7 +28483,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger their own. </p> <p> - ‘When Prince Bladud had been shut up in the lofty turret for the greater + ‘When Prince Bladud had been shut up in the lofty turret for the greater part of a year, with no better prospect before his bodily eyes than a stone wall, or before his mental vision than prolonged imprisonment, he naturally began to ruminate on a plan of escape, which, after months of @@ -28561,14 +28493,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger by the infuriated king. </p> <p> - ‘The monarch was frantic at the loss of his son. He knew not on whom to + ‘The monarch was frantic at the loss of his son. He knew not on whom to vent his grief and wrath, until fortunately bethinking himself of the lord chamberlain who had brought him home, he struck off his pension and his head together. </p> <p> - ‘Meanwhile, the young prince, effectually disguised, wandered on foot - through his father’s dominions, cheered and supported in all his hardships + ‘Meanwhile, the young prince, effectually disguised, wandered on foot + through his father’s dominions, cheered and supported in all his hardships by sweet thoughts of the Athenian maid, who was the innocent cause of his weary trials. One day he stopped to rest in a country village; and seeing that there were gay dances going forward on the green, and gay faces @@ -28576,24 +28508,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the reason for this rejoicing. </p> <p> - ‘“Know you not, O stranger,” was the reply, “of the recent proclamation of - our gracious king?” + ‘“Know you not, O stranger,” was the reply, “of the recent proclamation of + our gracious king?” </p> <p> - ‘“Proclamation! No. What proclamation?” rejoined the prince—for he + ‘“Proclamation! No. What proclamation?” rejoined the prince—for he had travelled along the by and little-frequented ways, and knew nothing of what had passed upon the public roads, such as they were. </p> <p> - ‘“Why,” replied the peasant, “the foreign lady that our prince wished to + ‘“Why,” replied the peasant, “the foreign lady that our prince wished to wed, is married to a foreign noble of her own country, and the king proclaims the fact, and a great public festival besides; for now, of course, Prince Bladud will come back and marry the lady his father chose, who they say is as beautiful as the noonday sun. Your health, sir. God - save the king!” + save the king!” </p> <p> - ‘The prince remained to hear no more. He fled from the spot, and plunged + ‘The prince remained to hear no more. He fled from the spot, and plunged into the thickest recesses of a neighbouring wood. On, on, he wandered, night and day; beneath the blazing sun, and the cold pale moon; through the dry heat of noon, and the damp cold of night; in the gray light of @@ -28601,8 +28533,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger being bound for Athens, he wandered as far out of his way as Bath. </p> <p> - ‘There was no city where Bath stands, then. There was no vestige of human - habitation, or sign of man’s resort, to bear the name; but there was the + ‘There was no city where Bath stands, then. There was no vestige of human + habitation, or sign of man’s resort, to bear the name; but there was the same noble country, the same broad expanse of hill and dale, the same beautiful channel stealing on, far away, the same lofty mountains which, like the troubles of life, viewed at a distance, and partially obscured by @@ -28611,26 +28543,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger prince sank upon the green turf, and bathed his swollen feet in his tears. </p> <p> - ‘“Oh!” said the unhappy Bladud, clasping his hands, and mournfully raising - his eyes towards the sky, “would that my wanderings might end here! Would + ‘“Oh!” said the unhappy Bladud, clasping his hands, and mournfully raising + his eyes towards the sky, “would that my wanderings might end here! Would that these grateful tears with which I now mourn hope misplaced, and love - despised, might flow in peace for ever!” + despised, might flow in peace for ever!” </p> <p> - ‘The wish was heard. It was in the time of the heathen deities, who used + ‘The wish was heard. It was in the time of the heathen deities, who used occasionally to take people at their words, with a promptness, in some - cases, extremely awkward. The ground opened beneath the prince’s feet; he + cases, extremely awkward. The ground opened beneath the prince’s feet; he sank into the chasm; and instantaneously it closed upon his head for ever, save where his hot tears welled up through the earth, and where they have continued to gush forth ever since. </p> <p> - ‘It is observable that, to this day, large numbers of elderly ladies and + ‘It is observable that, to this day, large numbers of elderly ladies and gentlemen who have been disappointed in procuring partners, and almost as many young ones who are anxious to obtain them, repair annually to Bath to drink the waters, from which they derive much strength and comfort. This - is most complimentary to the virtue of Prince Bladud’s tears, and strongly - corroborative of the veracity of this legend.’ + is most complimentary to the virtue of Prince Bladud’s tears, and strongly + corroborative of the veracity of this legend.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick yawned several times when he had arrived at the end of this @@ -28639,18 +28571,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger lighted his chamber candle, and went upstairs to bed. </p> <p> - He stopped at Mr. Dowler’s door, according to custom, and knocked to say + He stopped at Mr. Dowler’s door, according to custom, and knocked to say good-night. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said Dowler, ‘going to bed? I wish I was. Dismal night. Windy; isn’t - it?’ + ‘Ah!’ said Dowler, ‘going to bed? I wish I was. Dismal night. Windy; isn’t + it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Good-night.’ + ‘Very,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Good-night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Good-night.’ + ‘Good-night.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick went to his bedchamber, and Mr. Dowler resumed his seat @@ -28667,7 +28599,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger tickles your right knee, and then the same sensation irritates your left. You have no sooner changed your position, than it comes again in the arms; when you have fidgeted your limbs into all sorts of queer shapes, you have - a sudden relapse in the nose, which you rub as if to rub it off—as + a sudden relapse in the nose, which you rub as if to rub it off—as there is no doubt you would, if you could. Eyes, too, are mere personal inconveniences; and the wick of one candle gets an inch and a half long, while you are snuffing the other. These, and various other little nervous @@ -28675,7 +28607,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger has gone to bed, anything but a cheerful amusement. </p> <p> - This was just Mr. Dowler’s opinion, as he sat before the fire, and felt + This was just Mr. Dowler’s opinion, as he sat before the fire, and felt honestly indignant with all the inhuman people at the party who were keeping him up. He was not put into better humour either, by the reflection that he had taken it into his head, early in the evening, to @@ -28683,13 +28615,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger several droppings asleep, and fallings forward towards the bars, and catchings backward soon enough to prevent being branded in the face, Mr. Dowler made up his mind that he would throw himself on the bed in the back - room and think—not sleep, of course. + room and think—not sleep, of course. </p> <p> - ‘I’m a heavy sleeper,’ said Mr. Dowler, as he flung himself on the bed. ‘I + ‘I’m a heavy sleeper,’ said Mr. Dowler, as he flung himself on the bed. ‘I must keep awake. I suppose I shall hear a knock here. Yes. I thought so. I can hear the watchman. There he goes. Fainter now, though. A little - fainter. He’s turning the corner. Ah!’ When Mr. Dowler arrived at this + fainter. He’s turning the corner. Ah!’ When Mr. Dowler arrived at this point, he turned the corner at which he had been long hesitating, and fell fast asleep. </p> @@ -28707,15 +28639,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger They waited some time, but nobody came. </p> <p> - ‘Servants is in the arms o’ Porpus, I think,’ said the short chairman, - warming his hands at the attendant link-boy’s torch. + ‘Servants is in the arms o’ Porpus, I think,’ said the short chairman, + warming his hands at the attendant link-boy’s torch. </p> <p> - ‘I wish he’d give ‘em a squeeze and wake ‘em,’ observed the long one. + ‘I wish he’d give ‘em a squeeze and wake ‘em,’ observed the long one. </p> <p> - ‘Knock again, will you, if you please,’ cried Mrs. Dowler from the chair. - ‘Knock two or three times, if you please.’ + ‘Knock again, will you, if you please,’ cried Mrs. Dowler from the chair. + ‘Knock two or three times, if you please.’ </p> <p> The short man was quite willing to get the job over, as soon as possible; @@ -28727,23 +28659,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Nobody came. It was all as silent and dark as ever. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me!’ said Mrs. Dowler. ‘You must knock again, if you please.’ + ‘Dear me!’ said Mrs. Dowler. ‘You must knock again, if you please.’ </p> <p> - There ain’t a bell, is there, ma’am?’ said the short chairman. + There ain’t a bell, is there, ma’am?’ said the short chairman. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, there is,’ interposed the link-boy, ‘I’ve been a-ringing at it ever - so long.’ + ‘Yes, there is,’ interposed the link-boy, ‘I’ve been a-ringing at it ever + so long.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s only a handle,’ said Mrs. Dowler, ‘the wire’s broken.’ + ‘It’s only a handle,’ said Mrs. Dowler, ‘the wire’s broken.’ </p> <p> - ‘I wish the servants’ heads wos,’ growled the long man. + ‘I wish the servants’ heads wos,’ growled the long man. </p> <p> - ‘I must trouble you to knock again, if you please,’ said Mrs. Dowler, with + ‘I must trouble you to knock again, if you please,’ said Mrs. Dowler, with the utmost politeness. </p> <p> @@ -28765,7 +28697,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger wakeful. </p> <p> - ‘Rap rap-rap rap-rap rap-ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, rap!’ went the knocker. + ‘Rap rap-rap rap-rap rap-ra, ra, ra, ra, ra, rap!’ went the knocker. </p> <p> Mr. Winkle jumped out of bed, wondering very much what could possibly be @@ -28774,26 +28706,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was burning in the fireplace, and hurried downstairs. </p> <p> - ‘Here’s somebody comin’ at last, ma’am,’ said the short chairman. + ‘Here’s somebody comin’ at last, ma’am,’ said the short chairman. </p> <p> - ‘I wish I wos behind him vith a bradawl,’ muttered the long one. + ‘I wish I wos behind him vith a bradawl,’ muttered the long one. </p> <p> - ‘Who’s there?’ cried Mr. Winkle, undoing the chain. + ‘Who’s there?’ cried Mr. Winkle, undoing the chain. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t stop to ask questions, cast-iron head,’ replied the long man, with - great disgust, taking it for granted that the inquirer was a footman; ‘but - open the door.’ + ‘Don’t stop to ask questions, cast-iron head,’ replied the long man, with + great disgust, taking it for granted that the inquirer was a footman; ‘but + open the door.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come, look sharp, timber eyelids,’ added the other encouragingly. + ‘Come, look sharp, timber eyelids,’ added the other encouragingly. </p> <p> Mr. Winkle, being half asleep, obeyed the command mechanically, opened the door a little, and peeped out. The first thing he saw, was the red glare - of the link-boy’s torch. Startled by the sudden fear that the house might + of the link-boy’s torch. Startled by the sudden fear that the house might be on fire, he hastily threw the door wide open, and holding the candle above his head, stared eagerly before him, not quite certain whether what he saw was a sedan-chair or a fire-engine. At this instant there came a @@ -28802,10 +28734,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger crash. </p> <p> - ‘Well, young man, now you <i>have </i>done it!’ said the short chairman. + ‘Well, young man, now you <i>have </i>done it!’ said the short chairman. </p> <p> - Mr. Winkle, catching sight of a lady’s face at the window of the sedan, + Mr. Winkle, catching sight of a lady’s face at the window of the sedan, turned hastily round, plied the knocker with all his might and main, and called frantically upon the chairman to take the chair away again. </p> @@ -28816,9 +28748,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/20155.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Take it away, take it away,’ cried Mr. Winkle. ‘Here’s somebody coming + ‘Take it away, take it away,’ cried Mr. Winkle. ‘Here’s somebody coming out of another house; put me into the chair. Hide me! Do something with - me!’ + me!’ </p> <p> All this time he was shivering with cold; and every time he raised his @@ -28826,8 +28758,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger manner. </p> <p> - ‘The people are coming down the crescent now. There are ladies with ‘em; - cover me up with something. Stand before me!’ roared Mr. Winkle. But the + ‘The people are coming down the crescent now. There are ladies with ‘em; + cover me up with something. Stand before me!’ roared Mr. Winkle. But the chairmen were too much exhausted with laughing to afford him the slightest assistance, and the ladies were every moment approaching nearer and nearer. @@ -28854,26 +28786,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger both, was Mr. Winkle bolting into the sedan-chair. </p> <p> - ‘Watchman,’ shouted Dowler furiously, ‘stop him—hold him—keep - him tight—shut him in, till I come down. I’ll cut his throat—give - me a knife—from ear to ear, Mrs. Craddock—I will!’ And + ‘Watchman,’ shouted Dowler furiously, ‘stop him—hold him—keep + him tight—shut him in, till I come down. I’ll cut his throat—give + me a knife—from ear to ear, Mrs. Craddock—I will!’ And breaking from the shrieking landlady, and from Mr. Pickwick, the indignant husband seized a small supper-knife, and tore into the street. </p> <p> - But Mr. Winkle didn’t wait for him. He no sooner heard the horrible threat + But Mr. Winkle didn’t wait for him. He no sooner heard the horrible threat of the valorous Dowler, than he bounced out of the sedan, quite as quickly as he had bounced in, and throwing off his slippers into the road, took to his heels and tore round the crescent, hotly pursued by Dowler and the watchman. He kept ahead; the door was open as he came round the second - time; he rushed in, slammed it in Dowler’s face, mounted to his bedroom, + time; he rushed in, slammed it in Dowler’s face, mounted to his bedroom, locked the door, piled a wash-hand-stand, chest of drawers, and a table against it, and packed up a few necessaries ready for flight with the first ray of morning. </p> <p> Dowler came up to the outside of the door; avowed, through the keyhole, - his steadfast determination of cutting Mr. Winkle’s throat next day; and, + his steadfast determination of cutting Mr. Winkle’s throat next day; and, after a great confusion of voices in the drawing-room, amidst which that of Mr. Pickwick was distinctly heard endeavouring to make peace, the inmates dispersed to their several bed-chambers, and all was quiet once @@ -28891,74 +28823,74 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER XXXVII. HONOURABLY ACCOUNTS FOR MR. WELLER’S ABSENCE, BY + CHAPTER XXXVII. HONOURABLY ACCOUNTS FOR MR. WELLER’S ABSENCE, BY DESCRIBING A SOIREE TO WHICH HE WAS INVITED AND WENT; ALSO RELATES HOW HE WAS ENTRUSTED BY MR. PICKWICK WITH A PRIVATE MISSION OF DELICACY AND IMPORTANCE </h2> <p class="pfirst"> - <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Weller,’ said - Mrs. Craddock, upon the morning of this very eventful day, ‘here’s a - letter for you.’ + <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Weller,’ said + Mrs. Craddock, upon the morning of this very eventful day, ‘here’s a + letter for you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery odd that,’ said Sam; ‘I’m afeerd there must be somethin’ the matter, - for I don’t recollect any gen’l’m’n in my circle of acquaintance as is - capable o’ writin’ one.’ + ‘Wery odd that,’ said Sam; ‘I’m afeerd there must be somethin’ the matter, + for I don’t recollect any gen’l’m’n in my circle of acquaintance as is + capable o’ writin’ one.’ </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps something uncommon has taken place,’ observed Mrs. Craddock. + ‘Perhaps something uncommon has taken place,’ observed Mrs. Craddock. </p> <p> - ‘It must be somethin’ wery uncommon indeed, as could perduce a letter out - o’ any friend o’ mine,’ replied Sam, shaking his head dubiously; ‘nothin’ - less than a nat’ral conwulsion, as the young gen’l’m’n observed ven he wos - took with fits. It can’t be from the gov’ner,’ said Sam, looking at the - direction. ‘He always prints, I know, ‘cos he learnt writin’ from the - large bills in the booking-offices. It’s a wery strange thing now, where - this here letter can ha’ come from.’ + ‘It must be somethin’ wery uncommon indeed, as could perduce a letter out + o’ any friend o’ mine,’ replied Sam, shaking his head dubiously; ‘nothin’ + less than a nat’ral conwulsion, as the young gen’l’m’n observed ven he wos + took with fits. It can’t be from the gov’ner,’ said Sam, looking at the + direction. ‘He always prints, I know, ‘cos he learnt writin’ from the + large bills in the booking-offices. It’s a wery strange thing now, where + this here letter can ha’ come from.’ </p> <p> As Sam said this, he did what a great many people do when they are - uncertain about the writer of a note—looked at the seal, and then at + uncertain about the writer of a note—looked at the seal, and then at the front, and then at the back, and then at the sides, and then at the superscription; and, as a last resource, thought perhaps he might as well look at the inside, and try to find out from that. </p> <p> - ‘It’s wrote on gilt-edged paper,’ said Sam, as he unfolded it, ‘and sealed - in bronze vax vith the top of a door key. Now for it.’ And, with a very - grave face, Mr. Weller slowly read as follows— + ‘It’s wrote on gilt-edged paper,’ said Sam, as he unfolded it, ‘and sealed + in bronze vax vith the top of a door key. Now for it.’ And, with a very + grave face, Mr. Weller slowly read as follows— </p> <p> - ‘A select company of the Bath footmen presents their compliments to Mr. + ‘A select company of the Bath footmen presents their compliments to Mr. Weller, and requests the pleasure of his company this evening, to a friendly swarry, consisting of a boiled leg of mutton with the usual - trimmings. The swarry to be on table at half-past nine o’clock - punctually.’ + trimmings. The swarry to be on table at half-past nine o’clock + punctually.’ </p> <p> - This was inclosed in another note, which ran thus— + This was inclosed in another note, which ran thus— </p> <p> - ‘Mr. John Smauker, the gentleman who had the pleasure of meeting Mr. + ‘Mr. John Smauker, the gentleman who had the pleasure of meeting Mr. Weller at the house of their mutual acquaintance, Mr. Bantam, a few days since, begs to inclose Mr. Weller the herewith invitation. If Mr. Weller - will call on Mr. John Smauker at nine o’clock, Mr. John Smauker will have + will call on Mr. John Smauker at nine o’clock, Mr. John Smauker will have the pleasure of introducing Mr. Weller. </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - (Signed) ‘<i>John Smauker</i>.’ + (Signed) ‘<i>John Smauker</i>.’ </pre> <p> - The envelope was directed to blank Weller, Esq., at Mr. Pickwick’s; and in - a parenthesis, in the left hand corner, were the words ‘airy bell,’ as an + The envelope was directed to blank Weller, Esq., at Mr. Pickwick’s; and in + a parenthesis, in the left hand corner, were the words ‘airy bell,’ as an instruction to the bearer. </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Sam, ‘this is comin’ it rayther powerful, this is. I never - heerd a biled leg o’ mutton called a swarry afore. I wonder wot they’d - call a roast one.’ + ‘Vell,’ said Sam, ‘this is comin’ it rayther powerful, this is. I never + heerd a biled leg o’ mutton called a swarry afore. I wonder wot they’d + call a roast one.’ </p> <p> However, without waiting to debate the point, Sam at once betook himself @@ -28971,163 +28903,163 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger cigar through an amber tube. </p> <p> - ‘How do you do, Mr. Weller?’ said Mr. John Smauker, raising his hat + ‘How do you do, Mr. Weller?’ said Mr. John Smauker, raising his hat gracefully with one hand, while he gently waved the other in a - condescending manner. ‘How do you do, Sir?’ + condescending manner. ‘How do you do, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, reasonably conwalessent,’ replied Sam. ‘How do <i>you </i>find - yourself, my dear feller?’ + ‘Why, reasonably conwalessent,’ replied Sam. ‘How do <i>you </i>find + yourself, my dear feller?’ </p> <p> - ‘Only so so,’ said Mr. John Smauker. + ‘Only so so,’ said Mr. John Smauker. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, you’ve been a-workin’ too hard,’ observed Sam. ‘I was fearful you - would; it won’t do, you know; you must not give way to that ‘ere - uncompromisin’ spirit o’ yourn.’ + ‘Ah, you’ve been a-workin’ too hard,’ observed Sam. ‘I was fearful you + would; it won’t do, you know; you must not give way to that ‘ere + uncompromisin’ spirit o’ yourn.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s not so much that, Mr. Weller,’ replied Mr. John Smauker, ‘as bad - wine; I’m afraid I’ve been dissipating.’ + ‘It’s not so much that, Mr. Weller,’ replied Mr. John Smauker, ‘as bad + wine; I’m afraid I’ve been dissipating.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh! that’s it, is it?’ said Sam; ‘that’s a wery bad complaint, that.’ + ‘Oh! that’s it, is it?’ said Sam; ‘that’s a wery bad complaint, that.’ </p> <p> - ‘And yet the temptation, you see, Mr. Weller,’ observed Mr. John Smauker. + ‘And yet the temptation, you see, Mr. Weller,’ observed Mr. John Smauker. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, to be sure,’ said Sam. + ‘Ah, to be sure,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Plunged into the very vortex of society, you know, Mr. Weller,’ said Mr. + ‘Plunged into the very vortex of society, you know, Mr. Weller,’ said Mr. John Smauker, with a sigh. </p> <p> - ‘Dreadful, indeed!’ rejoined Sam. + ‘Dreadful, indeed!’ rejoined Sam. </p> <p> - ‘But it’s always the way,’ said Mr. John Smauker; ‘if your destiny leads + ‘But it’s always the way,’ said Mr. John Smauker; ‘if your destiny leads you into public life, and public station, you must expect to be subjected - to temptations which other people is free from, Mr. Weller.’ + to temptations which other people is free from, Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> - ‘Precisely what my uncle said, ven he vent into the public line,’ remarked - Sam, ‘and wery right the old gen’l’m’n wos, for he drank hisself to death - in somethin’ less than a quarter.’ + ‘Precisely what my uncle said, ven he vent into the public line,’ remarked + Sam, ‘and wery right the old gen’l’m’n wos, for he drank hisself to death + in somethin’ less than a quarter.’ </p> <p> Mr. John Smauker looked deeply indignant at any parallel being drawn - between himself and the deceased gentleman in question; but, as Sam’s face + between himself and the deceased gentleman in question; but, as Sam’s face was in the most immovable state of calmness, he thought better of it, and looked affable again. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps we had better be walking,’ said Mr. Smauker, consulting a copper + ‘Perhaps we had better be walking,’ said Mr. Smauker, consulting a copper timepiece which dwelt at the bottom of a deep watch-pocket, and was raised to the surface by means of a black string, with a copper key at the other end. </p> <p> - ‘P’raps we had,’ replied Sam, ‘or they’ll overdo the swarry, and that’ll - spile it.’ + ‘P’raps we had,’ replied Sam, ‘or they’ll overdo the swarry, and that’ll + spile it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Have you drank the waters, Mr. Weller?’ inquired his companion, as they + ‘Have you drank the waters, Mr. Weller?’ inquired his companion, as they walked towards High Street. </p> <p> - ‘Once,’ replied Sam. + ‘Once,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘What did you think of ‘em, Sir?’ + ‘What did you think of ‘em, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I thought they was particklery unpleasant,’ replied Sam. + ‘I thought they was particklery unpleasant,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Mr. John Smauker, ‘you disliked the killibeate taste, perhaps?’ + ‘Ah,’ said Mr. John Smauker, ‘you disliked the killibeate taste, perhaps?’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know much about that ‘ere,’ said Sam. ‘I thought they’d a wery - strong flavour o’ warm flat irons.’ + ‘I don’t know much about that ‘ere,’ said Sam. ‘I thought they’d a wery + strong flavour o’ warm flat irons.’ </p> <p> - ‘That <i>is</i> the killibeate, Mr. Weller,’ observed Mr. John Smauker + ‘That <i>is</i> the killibeate, Mr. Weller,’ observed Mr. John Smauker contemptuously. </p> <p> - ‘Well, if it is, it’s a wery inexpressive word, that’s all,’ said Sam. ‘It - may be, but I ain’t much in the chimical line myself, so I can’t say.’ And + ‘Well, if it is, it’s a wery inexpressive word, that’s all,’ said Sam. ‘It + may be, but I ain’t much in the chimical line myself, so I can’t say.’ And here, to the great horror of Mr. John Smauker, Sam Weller began to whistle. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Weller,’ said Mr. John Smauker, agonised at the - exceeding ungenteel sound, ‘will you take my arm?’ + ‘I beg your pardon, Mr. Weller,’ said Mr. John Smauker, agonised at the + exceeding ungenteel sound, ‘will you take my arm?’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, you’re wery good, but I won’t deprive you of it,’ replied Sam. - ‘I’ve rayther a way o’ putting my hands in my pockets, if it’s all the - same to you.’ As Sam said this, he suited the action to the word, and + ‘Thank’ee, you’re wery good, but I won’t deprive you of it,’ replied Sam. + ‘I’ve rayther a way o’ putting my hands in my pockets, if it’s all the + same to you.’ As Sam said this, he suited the action to the word, and whistled far louder than before. </p> <p> - ‘This way,’ said his new friend, apparently much relieved as they turned - down a by-street; ‘we shall soon be there.’ + ‘This way,’ said his new friend, apparently much relieved as they turned + down a by-street; ‘we shall soon be there.’ </p> <p> - ‘Shall we?’ said Sam, quite unmoved by the announcement of his close + ‘Shall we?’ said Sam, quite unmoved by the announcement of his close vicinity to the select footmen of Bath. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said Mr. John Smauker. ‘Don’t be alarmed, Mr. Weller.’ + ‘Yes,’ said Mr. John Smauker. ‘Don’t be alarmed, Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no,’ said Sam. + ‘Oh, no,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You’ll see some very handsome uniforms, Mr. Weller,’ continued Mr. John - Smauker; ‘and perhaps you’ll find some of the gentlemen rather high at - first, you know, but they’ll soon come round.’ + ‘You’ll see some very handsome uniforms, Mr. Weller,’ continued Mr. John + Smauker; ‘and perhaps you’ll find some of the gentlemen rather high at + first, you know, but they’ll soon come round.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s wery kind on ‘em,’ replied Sam. + ‘That’s wery kind on ‘em,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘And you know,’ resumed Mr. John Smauker, with an air of sublime - protection—‘you know, as you’re a stranger, perhaps, they’ll be - rather hard upon you at first.’ + ‘And you know,’ resumed Mr. John Smauker, with an air of sublime + protection—‘you know, as you’re a stranger, perhaps, they’ll be + rather hard upon you at first.’ </p> <p> - ‘They won’t be wery cruel, though, will they?’ inquired Sam. + ‘They won’t be wery cruel, though, will they?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ replied Mr. John Smauker, pulling forth the fox’s head, and - taking a gentlemanly pinch. ‘There are some funny dogs among us, and they - will have their joke, you know; but you mustn’t mind ‘em, you mustn’t mind - ‘em.’ + ‘No, no,’ replied Mr. John Smauker, pulling forth the fox’s head, and + taking a gentlemanly pinch. ‘There are some funny dogs among us, and they + will have their joke, you know; but you mustn’t mind ‘em, you mustn’t mind + ‘em.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll try and bear up agin such a reg’lar knock down o’ talent,’ replied + ‘I’ll try and bear up agin such a reg’lar knock down o’ talent,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘That’s right,’ said Mr. John Smauker, putting forth his fox’s head, and - elevating his own; ‘I’ll stand by you.’ + ‘That’s right,’ said Mr. John Smauker, putting forth his fox’s head, and + elevating his own; ‘I’ll stand by you.’ </p> <p> - By this time they had reached a small greengrocer’s shop, which Mr. John + By this time they had reached a small greengrocer’s shop, which Mr. John Smauker entered, followed by Sam, who, the moment he got behind him, relapsed into a series of the very broadest and most unmitigated grins, and manifested other demonstrations of being in a highly enviable state of inward merriment. </p> <p> - Crossing the greengrocer’s shop, and putting their hats on the stairs in + Crossing the greengrocer’s shop, and putting their hats on the stairs in the little passage behind it, they walked into a small parlour; and here - the full splendour of the scene burst upon Mr. Weller’s view. + the full splendour of the scene burst upon Mr. Weller’s view. </p> <p> A couple of tables were put together in the middle of the parlour, covered @@ -29146,7 +29078,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger sloping position over the roofs of carriages. </p> <p> - ‘Smauker, my lad, your fin,’ said the gentleman with the cocked hat. + ‘Smauker, my lad, your fin,’ said the gentleman with the cocked hat. </p> <p> Mr. Smauker dovetailed the top joint of his right-hand little finger into @@ -29154,12 +29086,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger him looking so well. </p> <p> - ‘Well, they tell me I am looking pretty blooming,’ said the man with the - cocked hat, ‘and it’s a wonder, too. I’ve been following our old woman + ‘Well, they tell me I am looking pretty blooming,’ said the man with the + cocked hat, ‘and it’s a wonder, too. I’ve been following our old woman about, two hours a day, for the last fortnight; and if a constant contemplation of the manner in which she hooks-and-eyes that infernal - lavender-coloured old gown of hers behind, isn’t enough to throw anybody - into a low state of despondency for life, stop my quarter’s salary.’ + lavender-coloured old gown of hers behind, isn’t enough to throw anybody + into a low state of despondency for life, stop my quarter’s salary.’ </p> <p> At this, the assembled selections laughed very heartily; and one gentleman @@ -29167,31 +29099,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger in green-foil smalls, that Tuckle was in spirits to-night. </p> <p> - ‘By the bye,’ said Mr. Tuckle, ‘Smauker, my boy, you—’ The remainder - of the sentence was forwarded into Mr. John Smauker’s ear, by whisper. + ‘By the bye,’ said Mr. Tuckle, ‘Smauker, my boy, you—’ The remainder + of the sentence was forwarded into Mr. John Smauker’s ear, by whisper. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, dear me, I quite forgot,’ said Mr. John Smauker. ‘Gentlemen, my - friend Mr. Weller.’ + ‘Oh, dear me, I quite forgot,’ said Mr. John Smauker. ‘Gentlemen, my + friend Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sorry to keep the fire off you, Weller,’ said Mr. Tuckle, with a familiar - nod. ‘Hope you’re not cold, Weller.’ + ‘Sorry to keep the fire off you, Weller,’ said Mr. Tuckle, with a familiar + nod. ‘Hope you’re not cold, Weller.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not by no means, Blazes,’ replied Sam. ‘It ‘ud be a wery chilly subject - as felt cold wen you stood opposite. You’d save coals if they put you - behind the fender in the waitin’-room at a public office, you would.’ + ‘Not by no means, Blazes,’ replied Sam. ‘It ‘ud be a wery chilly subject + as felt cold wen you stood opposite. You’d save coals if they put you + behind the fender in the waitin’-room at a public office, you would.’ </p> <p> As this retort appeared to convey rather a personal allusion to Mr. - Tuckle’s crimson livery, that gentleman looked majestic for a few seconds, + Tuckle’s crimson livery, that gentleman looked majestic for a few seconds, but gradually edging away from the fire, broke into a forced smile, and - said it wasn’t bad. + said it wasn’t bad. </p> <p> - ‘Wery much obliged for your good opinion, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘We shall get - on by degrees, I des-say. We’ll try a better one by and bye.’ + ‘Wery much obliged for your good opinion, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘We shall get + on by degrees, I des-say. We’ll try a better one by and bye.’ </p> <p> At this point the conversation was interrupted by the arrival of a @@ -29205,25 +29137,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger mutton, hot, with caper sauce, turnips, and potatoes. Mr. Tuckle took the chair, and was supported at the other end of the board by the gentleman in orange plush. The greengrocer put on a pair of wash-leather gloves to hand - the plates with, and stationed himself behind Mr. Tuckle’s chair. + the plates with, and stationed himself behind Mr. Tuckle’s chair. </p> <p> - ‘Harris,’ said Mr. Tuckle, in a commanding tone. + ‘Harris,’ said Mr. Tuckle, in a commanding tone. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said the greengrocer. + ‘Sir,’ said the greengrocer. </p> <p> - ‘Have you got your gloves on?’ + ‘Have you got your gloves on?’ </p> <p> - Yes, Sir.’ + Yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then take the kiver off.’ + ‘Then take the kiver off.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir.’ + ‘Yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> The greengrocer did as he was told, with a show of great humility, and @@ -29231,35 +29163,35 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger accidentally gaped. </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by that, Sir?’ said Mr. Tuckle, with great asperity. + ‘What do you mean by that, Sir?’ said Mr. Tuckle, with great asperity. </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, Sir,’ replied the crestfallen greengrocer, ‘I didn’t - mean to do it, Sir; I was up very late last night, Sir.’ + ‘I beg your pardon, Sir,’ replied the crestfallen greengrocer, ‘I didn’t + mean to do it, Sir; I was up very late last night, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I tell you what my opinion of you is, Harris,’ said Mr. Tuckle, with a - most impressive air, ‘you’re a wulgar beast.’ + ‘I tell you what my opinion of you is, Harris,’ said Mr. Tuckle, with a + most impressive air, ‘you’re a wulgar beast.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope, gentlemen,’ said Harris, ‘that you won’t be severe with me, + ‘I hope, gentlemen,’ said Harris, ‘that you won’t be severe with me, gentlemen. I am very much obliged to you indeed, gentlemen, for your patronage, and also for your recommendations, gentlemen, whenever additional assistance in waiting is required. I hope, gentlemen, I give - satisfaction.’ + satisfaction.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, you don’t, Sir,’ said Mr. Tuckle. ‘Very far from it, Sir.’ + ‘No, you don’t, Sir,’ said Mr. Tuckle. ‘Very far from it, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘We consider you an inattentive reskel,’ said the gentleman in the orange + ‘We consider you an inattentive reskel,’ said the gentleman in the orange plush. </p> <p> - ‘And a low thief,’ added the gentleman in the green-foil smalls. + ‘And a low thief,’ added the gentleman in the green-foil smalls. </p> <p> - ‘And an unreclaimable blaygaird,’ added the gentleman in purple. + ‘And an unreclaimable blaygaird,’ added the gentleman in purple. </p> <p> The poor greengrocer bowed very humbly while these little epithets were @@ -29273,49 +29205,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger leaden buttons, made his appearance. </p> <p> - ‘Against the rules,’ said Mr. Tuckle. ‘Too late, too late.’ + ‘Against the rules,’ said Mr. Tuckle. ‘Too late, too late.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no; positively I couldn’t help it,’ said the gentleman in blue. ‘I + ‘No, no; positively I couldn’t help it,’ said the gentleman in blue. ‘I appeal to the company. An affair of gallantry now, an appointment at the - theayter.’ + theayter.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, that indeed,’ said the gentleman in the orange plush. + ‘Oh, that indeed,’ said the gentleman in the orange plush. </p> <p> - ‘Yes; raly now, honour bright,’ said the man in blue. ‘I made a promese to + ‘Yes; raly now, honour bright,’ said the man in blue. ‘I made a promese to fetch our youngest daughter at half-past ten, and she is such an - uncauminly fine gal, that I raly hadn’t the ‘art to disappint her. No - offence to the present company, Sir, but a petticut, sir—a petticut, - Sir, is irrevokeable.’ + uncauminly fine gal, that I raly hadn’t the ‘art to disappint her. No + offence to the present company, Sir, but a petticut, sir—a petticut, + Sir, is irrevokeable.’ </p> <p> - ‘I begin to suspect there’s something in that quarter,’ said Tuckle, as - the new-comer took his seat next Sam, ‘I’ve remarked, once or twice, that + ‘I begin to suspect there’s something in that quarter,’ said Tuckle, as + the new-comer took his seat next Sam, ‘I’ve remarked, once or twice, that she leans very heavy on your shoulder when she gets in and out of the - carriage.’ + carriage.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, raly, raly, Tuckle, you shouldn’t,’ said the man in blue. ‘It’s not + ‘Oh, raly, raly, Tuckle, you shouldn’t,’ said the man in blue. ‘It’s not fair. I may have said to one or two friends that she wos a very divine - creechure, and had refused one or two offers without any hobvus cause, but—no, - no, no, indeed, Tuckle—before strangers, too—it’s not right—you - shouldn’t. Delicacy, my dear friend, delicacy!’ And the man in blue, + creechure, and had refused one or two offers without any hobvus cause, but—no, + no, no, indeed, Tuckle—before strangers, too—it’s not right—you + shouldn’t. Delicacy, my dear friend, delicacy!’ And the man in blue, pulling up his neckerchief, and adjusting his coat cuffs, nodded and frowned as if there were more behind, which he could say if he liked, but was bound in honour to suppress. </p> <p> The man in blue being a light-haired, stiff-necked, free and easy sort of - footman, with a swaggering air and pert face, had attracted Mr. Weller’s + footman, with a swaggering air and pert face, had attracted Mr. Weller’s special attention at first, but when he began to come out in this way, Sam felt more than ever disposed to cultivate his acquaintance; so he launched himself into the conversation at once, with characteristic independence. </p> <p> - ‘Your health, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘I like your conversation much. I think it’s - wery pretty.’ + ‘Your health, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘I like your conversation much. I think it’s + wery pretty.’ </p> <p> At this the man in blue smiled, as if it were a compliment he was well @@ -29325,91 +29257,91 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger just the man after his own heart. </p> <p> - ‘You’re wery good, sir,’ said Sam. ‘What a lucky feller you are!’ + ‘You’re wery good, sir,’ said Sam. ‘What a lucky feller you are!’ </p> <p> - ‘How do you mean?’ inquired the gentleman in blue. + ‘How do you mean?’ inquired the gentleman in blue. </p> <p> - ‘That ‘ere young lady,’ replied Sam. ‘She knows wot’s wot, she does. Ah! I - see.’ Mr. Weller closed one eye, and shook his head from side to side, in + ‘That ‘ere young lady,’ replied Sam. ‘She knows wot’s wot, she does. Ah! I + see.’ Mr. Weller closed one eye, and shook his head from side to side, in a manner which was highly gratifying to the personal vanity of the gentleman in blue. </p> <p> - ‘I’m afraid you’re a cunning fellow, Mr. Weller,’ said that individual. + ‘I’m afraid you’re a cunning fellow, Mr. Weller,’ said that individual. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ said Sam. ‘I leave all that ‘ere to you. It’s a great deal more - in your way than mine, as the gen’l’m’n on the right side o’ the garden - vall said to the man on the wrong un, ven the mad bull vos a-comin’ up the - lane.’ + ‘No, no,’ said Sam. ‘I leave all that ‘ere to you. It’s a great deal more + in your way than mine, as the gen’l’m’n on the right side o’ the garden + vall said to the man on the wrong un, ven the mad bull vos a-comin’ up the + lane.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, well, Mr. Weller,’ said the gentleman in blue, ‘I think she has - remarked my air and manner, Mr. Weller.’ + ‘Well, well, Mr. Weller,’ said the gentleman in blue, ‘I think she has + remarked my air and manner, Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should think she couldn’t wery well be off o’ that,’ said Sam. + ‘I should think she couldn’t wery well be off o’ that,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Have you any little thing of that kind in hand, sir?’ inquired the + ‘Have you any little thing of that kind in hand, sir?’ inquired the favoured gentleman in blue, drawing a toothpick from his waistcoat pocket. </p> <p> - ‘Not exactly,’ said Sam. ‘There’s no daughters at my place, else o’ course - I should ha’ made up to vun on ‘em. As it is, I don’t think I can do with - anythin’ under a female markis. I might keep up with a young ‘ooman o’ - large property as hadn’t a title, if she made wery fierce love to me. Not - else.’ + ‘Not exactly,’ said Sam. ‘There’s no daughters at my place, else o’ course + I should ha’ made up to vun on ‘em. As it is, I don’t think I can do with + anythin’ under a female markis. I might keep up with a young ‘ooman o’ + large property as hadn’t a title, if she made wery fierce love to me. Not + else.’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course not, Mr. Weller,’ said the gentleman in blue, ‘one can’t be - troubled, you know; and <i>we</i> know, Mr. Weller—we, who are men - of the world—that a good uniform must work its way with the women, - sooner or later. In fact, that’s the only thing, between you and me, that - makes the service worth entering into.’ + ‘Of course not, Mr. Weller,’ said the gentleman in blue, ‘one can’t be + troubled, you know; and <i>we</i> know, Mr. Weller—we, who are men + of the world—that a good uniform must work its way with the women, + sooner or later. In fact, that’s the only thing, between you and me, that + makes the service worth entering into.’ </p> <p> - ‘Just so,’ said Sam. ‘That’s it, o’ course.’ + ‘Just so,’ said Sam. ‘That’s it, o’ course.’ </p> <p> When this confidential dialogue had gone thus far, glasses were placed round, and every gentleman ordered what he liked best, before the public-house shut up. The gentleman in blue, and the man in orange, who - were the chief exquisites of the party, ordered ‘cold shrub and water,’ + were the chief exquisites of the party, ordered ‘cold shrub and water,’ but with the others, gin-and-water, sweet, appeared to be the favourite - beverage. Sam called the greengrocer a ‘desp’rate willin,’ and ordered a - large bowl of punch—two circumstances which seemed to raise him very + beverage. Sam called the greengrocer a ‘desp’rate willin,’ and ordered a + large bowl of punch—two circumstances which seemed to raise him very much in the opinion of the selections. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen,’ said the man in blue, with an air of the most consummate - dandyism, ‘I’ll give you the ladies; come.’ + ‘Gentlemen,’ said the man in blue, with an air of the most consummate + dandyism, ‘I’ll give you the ladies; come.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hear, hear!’ said Sam. ‘The young mississes.’ + ‘Hear, hear!’ said Sam. ‘The young mississes.’ </p> <p> - Here there was a loud cry of ‘Order,’ and Mr. John Smauker, as the + Here there was a loud cry of ‘Order,’ and Mr. John Smauker, as the gentleman who had introduced Mr. Weller into that company, begged to inform him that the word he had just made use of, was unparliamentary. </p> <p> - ‘Which word was that ‘ere, Sir?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Which word was that ‘ere, Sir?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Mississes, Sir,’ replied Mr. John Smauker, with an alarming frown. ‘We - don’t recognise such distinctions here.’ + ‘Mississes, Sir,’ replied Mr. John Smauker, with an alarming frown. ‘We + don’t recognise such distinctions here.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, wery good,’ said Sam; ‘then I’ll amend the obserwation and call ‘em - the dear creeturs, if Blazes vill allow me.’ + ‘Oh, wery good,’ said Sam; ‘then I’ll amend the obserwation and call ‘em + the dear creeturs, if Blazes vill allow me.’ </p> <p> Some doubt appeared to exist in the mind of the gentleman in the green-foil smalls, whether the chairman could be legally appealed to, as - ‘Blazes,’ but as the company seemed more disposed to stand upon their own + ‘Blazes,’ but as the company seemed more disposed to stand upon their own rights than his, the question was not raised. The man with the cocked hat breathed short, and looked long at Sam, but apparently thought it as well to say nothing, in case he should get the worst of it. After a short @@ -29422,26 +29354,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger man in the long coat might wish to offer. </p> <p> - ‘I feel a great delicacy, gentlemen, in coming for’ard,’ said the man in - the long coat, ‘having the misforchune to be a coachman, and being only + ‘I feel a great delicacy, gentlemen, in coming for’ard,’ said the man in + the long coat, ‘having the misforchune to be a coachman, and being only admitted as a honorary member of these agreeable swarrys, but I do feel - myself bound, gentlemen—drove into a corner, if I may use the - expression—to make known an afflicting circumstance which has come + myself bound, gentlemen—drove into a corner, if I may use the + expression—to make known an afflicting circumstance which has come to my knowledge; which has happened I may say within the soap of my everyday contemplation. Gentlemen, our friend Mr. Whiffers (everybody looked at the individual in orange), our friend Mr. Whiffers has - resigned.’ + resigned.’ </p> <p> Universal astonishment fell upon the hearers. Each gentleman looked in his - neighbour’s face, and then transferred his glance to the upstanding + neighbour’s face, and then transferred his glance to the upstanding coachman. </p> <p> - ‘You may well be sapparised, gentlemen,’ said the coachman. ‘I will not + ‘You may well be sapparised, gentlemen,’ said the coachman. ‘I will not wenchure to state the reasons of this irrepairabel loss to the service, but I will beg Mr. Whiffers to state them himself, for the improvement and - imitation of his admiring friends.’ + imitation of his admiring friends.’ </p> <p> The suggestion being loudly approved of, Mr. Whiffers explained. He said @@ -29458,7 +29390,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> It is impossible to conceive the disgust which this avowal awakened in the - bosoms of the hearers. Loud cries of ‘Shame,’ mingled with groans and + bosoms of the hearers. Loud cries of ‘Shame,’ mingled with groans and hisses, prevailed for a quarter of an hour. </p> <p> @@ -29473,14 +29405,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger he had referred, would reinstate him in their good opinion, if he had. </p> <p> - Mr. Whiffers’s address was responded to, with a shout of admiration, and + Mr. Whiffers’s address was responded to, with a shout of admiration, and the health of the interesting martyr was drunk in a most enthusiastic manner; for this, the martyr returned thanks, and proposed their visitor, - Mr. Weller—a gentleman whom he had not the pleasure of an intimate + Mr. Weller—a gentleman whom he had not the pleasure of an intimate acquaintance with, but who was the friend of Mr. John Smauker, which was a sufficient letter of recommendation to any society of gentlemen whatever, or wherever. On this account, he should have been disposed to have given - Mr. Weller’s health with all the honours, if his friends had been drinking + Mr. Weller’s health with all the honours, if his friends had been drinking wine; but as they were taking spirits by way of a change, and as it might be inconvenient to empty a tumbler at every toast, he should propose that the honours be understood. @@ -29491,50 +29423,50 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of himself, returned thanks in a neat speech. </p> <p> - ‘Wery much obliged to you, old fellers,’ said Sam, ladling away at the - punch in the most unembarrassed manner possible, ‘for this here - compliment; which, comin’ from sich a quarter, is wery overvelmin’. I’ve + ‘Wery much obliged to you, old fellers,’ said Sam, ladling away at the + punch in the most unembarrassed manner possible, ‘for this here + compliment; which, comin’ from sich a quarter, is wery overvelmin’. I’ve heered a good deal on you as a body, but I will say, that I never thought - you was sich uncommon nice men as I find you air. I only hope you’ll take - care o’ yourselves, and not compromise nothin’ o’ your dignity, which is a - wery charmin’ thing to see, when one’s out a-walkin’, and has always made + you was sich uncommon nice men as I find you air. I only hope you’ll take + care o’ yourselves, and not compromise nothin’ o’ your dignity, which is a + wery charmin’ thing to see, when one’s out a-walkin’, and has always made me wery happy to look at, ever since I was a boy about half as high as the - brass-headed stick o’ my wery respectable friend, Blazes, there. As to the - wictim of oppression in the suit o’ brimstone, all I can say of him, is, - that I hope he’ll get jist as good a berth as he deserves; in vitch case - it’s wery little cold swarry as ever he’ll be troubled with agin.’ + brass-headed stick o’ my wery respectable friend, Blazes, there. As to the + wictim of oppression in the suit o’ brimstone, all I can say of him, is, + that I hope he’ll get jist as good a berth as he deserves; in vitch case + it’s wery little cold swarry as ever he’ll be troubled with agin.’ </p> <p> Here Sam sat down with a pleasant smile, and his speech having been vociferously applauded, the company broke up. </p> <p> - ‘Wy, you don’t mean to say you’re a-goin’ old feller?’ said Sam Weller to + ‘Wy, you don’t mean to say you’re a-goin’ old feller?’ said Sam Weller to his friend, Mr. John Smauker. </p> <p> - ‘I must, indeed,’ said Mr. Smauker; ‘I promised Bantam.’ + ‘I must, indeed,’ said Mr. Smauker; ‘I promised Bantam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, wery well,’ said Sam; ‘that’s another thing. P’raps he’d resign if - you disappinted him. You ain’t a-goin’, Blazes?’ + ‘Oh, wery well,’ said Sam; ‘that’s another thing. P’raps he’d resign if + you disappinted him. You ain’t a-goin’, Blazes?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I am,’ said the man with the cocked hat. + ‘Yes, I am,’ said the man with the cocked hat. </p> <p> - ‘Wot, and leave three-quarters of a bowl of punch behind you!’ said Sam; - ‘nonsense, set down agin.’ + ‘Wot, and leave three-quarters of a bowl of punch behind you!’ said Sam; + ‘nonsense, set down agin.’ </p> <p> Mr. Tuckle was not proof against this invitation. He laid aside the cocked hat and stick which he had just taken up, and said he would have one - glass, for good fellowship’s sake. + glass, for good fellowship’s sake. </p> <p> As the gentleman in blue went home the same way as Mr. Tuckle, he was prevailed upon to stop too. When the punch was about half gone, Sam - ordered in some oysters from the green-grocer’s shop; and the effect of + ordered in some oysters from the green-grocer’s shop; and the effect of both was so extremely exhilarating, that Mr. Tuckle, dressed out with the cocked hat and stick, danced the frog hornpipe among the shells on the table, while the gentleman in blue played an accompaniment upon an @@ -29553,104 +29485,104 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Pickwick walked downstairs completely dressed, and rang the bell. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, when Mr. Weller appeared in reply to the - summons, ‘shut the door.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, when Mr. Weller appeared in reply to the + summons, ‘shut the door.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller did so. </p> <p> - ‘There was an unfortunate occurrence here, last night, Sam,’ said Mr. - Pickwick, ‘which gave Mr. Winkle some cause to apprehend violence from Mr. - Dowler.’ + ‘There was an unfortunate occurrence here, last night, Sam,’ said Mr. + Pickwick, ‘which gave Mr. Winkle some cause to apprehend violence from Mr. + Dowler.’ </p> <p> - ‘So I’ve heerd from the old lady downstairs, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘So I’ve heerd from the old lady downstairs, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘And I’m sorry to say, Sam,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, with a most perplexed - countenance, ‘that in dread of this violence, Mr. Winkle has gone away.’ + ‘And I’m sorry to say, Sam,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, with a most perplexed + countenance, ‘that in dread of this violence, Mr. Winkle has gone away.’ </p> <p> - ‘Gone avay!’ said Sam. + ‘Gone avay!’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Left the house early this morning, without the slightest previous - communication with me,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘And is gone, I know not - where.’ + ‘Left the house early this morning, without the slightest previous + communication with me,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘And is gone, I know not + where.’ </p> <p> - ‘He should ha’ stopped and fought it out, Sir,’ replied Sam - contemptuously. ‘It wouldn’t take much to settle that ‘ere Dowler, Sir.’ + ‘He should ha’ stopped and fought it out, Sir,’ replied Sam + contemptuously. ‘It wouldn’t take much to settle that ‘ere Dowler, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I may have my doubts of his great bravery + ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I may have my doubts of his great bravery and determination also. But however that may be, Mr. Winkle is gone. He - must be found, Sam. Found and brought back to me.’ + must be found, Sam. Found and brought back to me.’ </p> <p> - And s’pose he won’t come back, Sir?’ said Sam. + And s’pose he won’t come back, Sir?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘He must be made, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘He must be made, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Who’s to do it, Sir?’ inquired Sam, with a smile. + ‘Who’s to do it, Sir?’ inquired Sam, with a smile. </p> <p> - ‘You,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, Sir.’ + ‘Wery good, Sir.’ </p> <p> With these words Mr. Weller left the room, and immediately afterwards was - heard to shut the street door. In two hours’ time he returned with so much + heard to shut the street door. In two hours’ time he returned with so much coolness as if he had been despatched on the most ordinary message possible, and brought the information that an individual, in every respect - answering Mr. Winkle’s description, had gone over to Bristol that morning, + answering Mr. Winkle’s description, had gone over to Bristol that morning, by the branch coach from the Royal Hotel. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, grasping his hand, ‘you’re a capital fellow; an - invaluable fellow. You must follow him, Sam.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, grasping his hand, ‘you’re a capital fellow; an + invaluable fellow. You must follow him, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Cert’nly, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘The instant you discover him, write to me immediately, Sam,’ said Mr. - Pickwick. ‘If he attempts to run away from you, knock him down, or lock - him up. You have my full authority, Sam.’ + ‘The instant you discover him, write to me immediately, Sam,’ said Mr. + Pickwick. ‘If he attempts to run away from you, knock him down, or lock + him up. You have my full authority, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll be wery careful, sir,’ rejoined Sam. + ‘I’ll be wery careful, sir,’ rejoined Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You’ll tell him,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that I am highly excited, highly + ‘You’ll tell him,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that I am highly excited, highly displeased, and naturally indignant, at the very extraordinary course he - has thought proper to pursue.’ + has thought proper to pursue.’ </p> <p> - ‘I will, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘I will, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You’ll tell him,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that if he does not come back to + ‘You’ll tell him,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that if he does not come back to this very house, with you, he will come back with me, for I will come and - fetch him.’ + fetch him.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll mention that ‘ere, Sir,’ rejoined Sam. + ‘I’ll mention that ‘ere, Sir,’ rejoined Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You think you can find him, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking earnestly in + ‘You think you can find him, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking earnestly in his face. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I’ll find him if he’s anyvere,’ rejoined Sam, with great confidence. + ‘Oh, I’ll find him if he’s anyvere,’ rejoined Sam, with great confidence. </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Then the sooner you go the better.’ + ‘Very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Then the sooner you go the better.’ </p> <p> With these instructions, Mr. Pickwick placed a sum of money in the hands @@ -29663,24 +29595,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger back, thrust his head in at the parlour door. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ whispered Sam. + ‘Sir,’ whispered Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I fully understands my instructions, do I, Sir?’ inquired Sam. + ‘I fully understands my instructions, do I, Sir?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I hope so,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I hope so,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It’s reg’larly understood about the knockin’ down, is it, Sir?’ inquired + ‘It’s reg’larly understood about the knockin’ down, is it, Sir?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Perfectly,’ replied Pickwick. ‘Thoroughly. Do what you think necessary. - You have my orders.’ + ‘Perfectly,’ replied Pickwick. ‘Thoroughly. Do what you think necessary. + You have my orders.’ </p> <p> Sam gave a nod of intelligence, and withdrawing his head from the door, @@ -29705,12 +29637,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger anxiety, left the roof beneath which his friends still slumbered, bound he knew not whither. The excellent and considerate feelings which prompted Mr. Winkle to take this step can never be too highly appreciated or too - warmly extolled. ‘If,’ reasoned Mr. Winkle with himself—‘if this + warmly extolled. ‘If,’ reasoned Mr. Winkle with himself—‘if this Dowler attempts (as I have no doubt he will) to carry into execution his threat of personal violence against myself, it will be incumbent on me to call him out. He has a wife; that wife is attached to, and dependent on him. Heavens! If I should kill him in the blindness of my wrath, what - would be my feelings ever afterwards!’ This painful consideration operated + would be my feelings ever afterwards!’ This painful consideration operated so powerfully on the feelings of the humane young man, as to cause his knees to knock together, and his countenance to exhibit alarming manifestations of inward emotion. Impelled by such reflections, he grasped @@ -29726,7 +29658,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> He took up his quarters at the Bush, and designing to postpone any communication by letter with Mr. Pickwick until it was probable that Mr. - Dowler’s wrath might have in some degree evaporated, walked forth to view + Dowler’s wrath might have in some degree evaporated, walked forth to view the city, which struck him as being a shade more dirty than any place he had ever seen. Having inspected the docks and shipping, and viewed the cathedral, he inquired his way to Clifton, and being directed thither, @@ -29742,7 +29674,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger converted into something between a shop and a private house, and which a red lamp, projecting over the fanlight of the street door, would have sufficiently announced as the residence of a medical practitioner, even if - the word ‘Surgery’ had not been inscribed in golden characters on a + the word ‘Surgery’ had not been inscribed in golden characters on a wainscot ground, above the window of what, in times bygone, had been the front parlour. Thinking this an eligible place wherein to make his inquiries, Mr. Winkle stepped into the little shop where the gilt-labelled @@ -29750,7 +29682,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger half-crown on the counter, to attract the attention of anybody who might happen to be in the back parlour, which he judged to be the innermost and peculiar sanctum of the establishment, from the repetition of the word - surgery on the door—painted in white letters this time, by way of + surgery on the door—painted in white letters this time, by way of taking off the monotony. </p> <p> @@ -29758,17 +29690,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger had until now been very audible, suddenly ceased; at the second, a studious-looking young gentleman in green spectacles, with a very large book in his hand, glided quietly into the shop, and stepping behind the - counter, requested to know the visitor’s pleasure. + counter, requested to know the visitor’s pleasure. </p> <p> - ‘I am sorry to trouble you, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘but will you have the - goodness to direct me to—’ + ‘I am sorry to trouble you, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘but will you have the + goodness to direct me to—’ </p> <p> - ‘Ha! ha! ha!’ roared the studious young gentleman, throwing the large book + ‘Ha! ha! ha!’ roared the studious young gentleman, throwing the large book up into the air, and catching it with great dexterity at the very moment when it threatened to smash to atoms all the bottles on the counter. - ‘Here’s a start!’ + ‘Here’s a start!’ </p> <p> There was, without doubt; for Mr. Winkle was so very much astonished at @@ -29777,114 +29709,114 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger at his strange reception. </p> <p> - ‘What, don’t you know me?’ said the medical gentleman. + ‘What, don’t you know me?’ said the medical gentleman. </p> <p> Mr. Winkle murmured, in reply, that he had not that pleasure. </p> <p> - ‘Why, then,’ said the medical gentleman, ‘there are hopes for me yet; I - may attend half the old women in Bristol, if I’ve decent luck. Get out, - you mouldy old villain, get out!’ With this adjuration, which was + ‘Why, then,’ said the medical gentleman, ‘there are hopes for me yet; I + may attend half the old women in Bristol, if I’ve decent luck. Get out, + you mouldy old villain, get out!’ With this adjuration, which was addressed to the large book, the medical gentleman kicked the volume with remarkable agility to the farther end of the shop, and, pulling off his green spectacles, grinned the identical grin of Robert Sawyer, Esquire, - formerly of Guy’s Hospital in the Borough, with a private residence in + formerly of Guy’s Hospital in the Borough, with a private residence in Lant Street. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean to say you weren’t down upon me?’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, - shaking Mr. Winkle’s hand with friendly warmth. + ‘You don’t mean to say you weren’t down upon me?’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, + shaking Mr. Winkle’s hand with friendly warmth. </p> <p> - ‘Upon my word I was not,’ replied Mr. Winkle, returning his pressure. + ‘Upon my word I was not,’ replied Mr. Winkle, returning his pressure. </p> <p> - ‘I wonder you didn’t see the name,’ said Bob Sawyer, calling his friend’s + ‘I wonder you didn’t see the name,’ said Bob Sawyer, calling his friend’s attention to the outer door, on which, in the same white paint, were - traced the words ‘Sawyer, late Nockemorf.’ + traced the words ‘Sawyer, late Nockemorf.’ </p> <p> - ‘It never caught my eye,’ returned Mr. Winkle. + ‘It never caught my eye,’ returned Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Lord, if I had known who you were, I should have rushed out, and caught - you in my arms,’ said Bob Sawyer; ‘but upon my life, I thought you were - the King’s-taxes.’ + ‘Lord, if I had known who you were, I should have rushed out, and caught + you in my arms,’ said Bob Sawyer; ‘but upon my life, I thought you were + the King’s-taxes.’ </p> <p> - ‘No!’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘No!’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘I did, indeed,’ responded Bob Sawyer, ‘and I was just going to say that I - wasn’t at home, but if you’d leave a message I’d be sure to give it to - myself; for he don’t know me; no more does the Lighting and Paving. I + ‘I did, indeed,’ responded Bob Sawyer, ‘and I was just going to say that I + wasn’t at home, but if you’d leave a message I’d be sure to give it to + myself; for he don’t know me; no more does the Lighting and Paving. I think the Church-rates guesses who I am, and I know the Water-works does, because I drew a tooth of his when I first came down here. But come in, - come in!’ Chattering in this way, Mr. Bob Sawyer pushed Mr. Winkle into + come in!’ Chattering in this way, Mr. Bob Sawyer pushed Mr. Winkle into the back room, where, amusing himself by boring little circular caverns in the chimney-piece with a red-hot poker, sat no less a person than Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Well!’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘This is indeed a pleasure I did not expect. What - a very nice place you have here!’ + ‘Well!’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘This is indeed a pleasure I did not expect. What + a very nice place you have here!’ </p> <p> - ‘Pretty well, pretty well,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘I <i>passed</i>, soon + ‘Pretty well, pretty well,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘I <i>passed</i>, soon after that precious party, and my friends came down with the needful for this business; so I put on a black suit of clothes, and a pair of - spectacles, and came here to look as solemn as I could.’ + spectacles, and came here to look as solemn as I could.’ </p> <p> - ‘And a very snug little business you have, no doubt?’ said Mr. Winkle + ‘And a very snug little business you have, no doubt?’ said Mr. Winkle knowingly. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘So snug, that at the end of a few years you - might put all the profits in a wine-glass, and cover ‘em over with a - gooseberry leaf.’ + ‘Very,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘So snug, that at the end of a few years you + might put all the profits in a wine-glass, and cover ‘em over with a + gooseberry leaf.’ </p> <p> - You cannot surely mean that?’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘The stock itself—’ + You cannot surely mean that?’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘The stock itself—’ </p> <p> - Dummies, my dear boy,’ said Bob Sawyer; ‘half the drawers have nothing in - ‘em, and the other half don’t open.’ + Dummies, my dear boy,’ said Bob Sawyer; ‘half the drawers have nothing in + ‘em, and the other half don’t open.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense!’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘Nonsense!’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Fact—honour!’ returned Bob Sawyer, stepping out into the shop, and + ‘Fact—honour!’ returned Bob Sawyer, stepping out into the shop, and demonstrating the veracity of the assertion by divers hard pulls at the - little gilt knobs on the counterfeit drawers. ‘Hardly anything real in the - shop but the leeches, and <i>they </i>are second-hand.’ + little gilt knobs on the counterfeit drawers. ‘Hardly anything real in the + shop but the leeches, and <i>they </i>are second-hand.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shouldn’t have thought it!’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle, much surprised. + ‘I shouldn’t have thought it!’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle, much surprised. </p> <p> - ‘I hope not,’ replied Bob Sawyer, ‘else where’s the use of appearances, - eh? But what will you take? Do as we do? That’s right. Ben, my fine + ‘I hope not,’ replied Bob Sawyer, ‘else where’s the use of appearances, + eh? But what will you take? Do as we do? That’s right. Ben, my fine fellow, put your hand into the cupboard, and bring out the patent - digester.’ + digester.’ </p> <p> Mr. Benjamin Allen smiled his readiness, and produced from the closet at his elbow a black bottle half full of brandy. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t take water, of course?’ said Bob Sawyer. + ‘You don’t take water, of course?’ said Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘Thank you,’ replied Mr. Winkle. ‘It’s rather early. I should like to - qualify it, if you have no objection.’ + ‘Thank you,’ replied Mr. Winkle. ‘It’s rather early. I should like to + qualify it, if you have no objection.’ </p> <p> - ‘None in the least, if you can reconcile it to your conscience,’ replied + ‘None in the least, if you can reconcile it to your conscience,’ replied Bob Sawyer, tossing off, as he spoke, a glass of the liquor with great - relish. ‘Ben, the pipkin!’ + relish. ‘Ben, the pipkin!’ </p> <p> Mr. Benjamin Allen drew forth, from the same hiding-place, a small brass @@ -29892,91 +29824,91 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger because it looked so business-like. The water in the professional pipkin having been made to boil, in course of time, by various little shovelfuls of coal, which Mr. Bob Sawyer took out of a practicable window-seat, - labelled ‘Soda Water,’ Mr. Winkle adulterated his brandy; and the + labelled ‘Soda Water,’ Mr. Winkle adulterated his brandy; and the conversation was becoming general, when it was interrupted by the entrance into the shop of a boy, in a sober gray livery and a gold-laced hat, with a small covered basket under his arm, whom Mr. Bob Sawyer immediately - hailed with, ‘Tom, you vagabond, come here.’ + hailed with, ‘Tom, you vagabond, come here.’ </p> <p> The boy presented himself accordingly. </p> <p> - ‘You’ve been stopping to “over” all the posts in Bristol, you idle young - scamp!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘You’ve been stopping to “over” all the posts in Bristol, you idle young + scamp!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘No, sir, I haven’t,’ replied the boy. + ‘No, sir, I haven’t,’ replied the boy. </p> <p> - ‘You had better not!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, with a threatening aspect. ‘Who + ‘You had better not!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, with a threatening aspect. ‘Who do you suppose will ever employ a professional man, when they see his boy playing at marbles in the gutter, or flying the garter in the horse-road? Have you no feeling for your profession, you groveller? Did you leave all - the medicine?’ + the medicine?’ </p> <p> - Yes, Sir.’ + Yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘The powders for the child, at the large house with the new family, and - the pills to be taken four times a day at the ill-tempered old gentleman’s - with the gouty leg?’ + ‘The powders for the child, at the large house with the new family, and + the pills to be taken four times a day at the ill-tempered old gentleman’s + with the gouty leg?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then shut the door, and mind the shop.’ + ‘Then shut the door, and mind the shop.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come,’ said Mr. Winkle, as the boy retired, ‘things are not quite so bad + ‘Come,’ said Mr. Winkle, as the boy retired, ‘things are not quite so bad as you would have me believe, either. There is <i>some </i>medicine to be - sent out.’ + sent out.’ </p> <p> Mr. Bob Sawyer peeped into the shop to see that no stranger was within - hearing, and leaning forward to Mr. Winkle, said, in a low tone— + hearing, and leaning forward to Mr. Winkle, said, in a low tone— </p> <p> - ‘He leaves it all at the wrong houses.’ + ‘He leaves it all at the wrong houses.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle looked perplexed, and Bob Sawyer and his friend laughed. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t you see?’ said Bob. ‘He goes up to a house, rings the area bell, - pokes a packet of medicine without a direction into the servant’s hand, + ‘Don’t you see?’ said Bob. ‘He goes up to a house, rings the area bell, + pokes a packet of medicine without a direction into the servant’s hand, and walks off. Servant takes it into the dining-parlour; master opens it, - and reads the label: “Draught to be taken at bedtime—pills as before—lotion - as usual—the powder. From Sawyer’s, late Nockemorf’s. Physicians’ - prescriptions carefully prepared,” and all the rest of it. Shows it to his - wife—she reads the label; it goes down to the servants—<i>they</i> - read the label. Next day, boy calls: “Very sorry—his mistake—immense - business—great many parcels to deliver—Mr. Sawyer’s - compliments—late Nockemorf.” The name gets known, and that’s the - thing, my boy, in the medical way. Bless your heart, old fellow, it’s + and reads the label: “Draught to be taken at bedtime—pills as before—lotion + as usual—the powder. From Sawyer’s, late Nockemorf’s. Physicians’ + prescriptions carefully prepared,” and all the rest of it. Shows it to his + wife—she reads the label; it goes down to the servants—<i>they</i> + read the label. Next day, boy calls: “Very sorry—his mistake—immense + business—great many parcels to deliver—Mr. Sawyer’s + compliments—late Nockemorf.” The name gets known, and that’s the + thing, my boy, in the medical way. Bless your heart, old fellow, it’s better than all the advertising in the world. We have got one four-ounce - bottle that’s been to half the houses in Bristol, and hasn’t done yet.’ + bottle that’s been to half the houses in Bristol, and hasn’t done yet.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, I see,’ observed Mr. Winkle; ‘what an excellent plan!’ + ‘Dear me, I see,’ observed Mr. Winkle; ‘what an excellent plan!’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Ben and I have hit upon a dozen such,’ replied Bob Sawyer, with great - glee. ‘The lamplighter has eighteenpence a week to pull the night-bell for + ‘Oh, Ben and I have hit upon a dozen such,’ replied Bob Sawyer, with great + glee. ‘The lamplighter has eighteenpence a week to pull the night-bell for ten minutes every time he comes round; and my boy always rushes into the church just before the psalms, when the people have got nothing to do but - look about ‘em, and calls me out, with horror and dismay depicted on his - countenance. “Bless my soul,” everybody says, “somebody taken suddenly + look about ‘em, and calls me out, with horror and dismay depicted on his + countenance. “Bless my soul,” everybody says, “somebody taken suddenly ill! Sawyer, late Nockemorf, sent for. What a business that young man - has!”’ + has!”’ </p> <p> At the termination of this disclosure of some of the mysteries of medicine, Mr. Bob Sawyer and his friend, Ben Allen, threw themselves back in their respective chairs, and laughed boisterously. When they had - enjoyed the joke to their heart’s content, the discourse changed to topics + enjoyed the joke to their heart’s content, the discourse changed to topics in which Mr. Winkle was more immediately interested. </p> <p> @@ -29993,10 +29925,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger wavering between intoxication partial, and intoxication complete. </p> <p> - ‘My dear friend,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, taking advantage of Mr. Bob Sawyer’s + ‘My dear friend,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, taking advantage of Mr. Bob Sawyer’s temporary absence behind the counter, whither he had retired to dispense - some of the second-hand leeches, previously referred to; ‘my dear friend, - I am very miserable.’ + some of the second-hand leeches, previously referred to; ‘my dear friend, + I am very miserable.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle professed his heartfelt regret to hear it, and begged to know @@ -30004,11 +29936,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger student. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing, my dear boy, nothing,’ said Ben. ‘You recollect Arabella, - Winkle? My sister Arabella—a little girl, Winkle, with black eyes—when - we were down at Wardle’s? I don’t know whether you happened to notice her—a + ‘Nothing, my dear boy, nothing,’ said Ben. ‘You recollect Arabella, + Winkle? My sister Arabella—a little girl, Winkle, with black eyes—when + we were down at Wardle’s? I don’t know whether you happened to notice her—a nice little girl, Winkle. Perhaps my features may recall her countenance - to your recollection?’ + to your recollection?’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle required nothing to recall the charming Arabella to his mind; @@ -30019,19 +29951,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was in good health. </p> <p> - ‘Our friend Bob is a delightful fellow, Winkle,’ was the only reply of Mr. + ‘Our friend Bob is a delightful fellow, Winkle,’ was the only reply of Mr. Ben Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ said Mr. Winkle, not much relishing this close connection of the + ‘Very,’ said Mr. Winkle, not much relishing this close connection of the two names. </p> <p> - ‘I designed ‘em for each other; they were made for each other, sent into - the world for each other, born for each other, Winkle,’ said Mr. Ben - Allen, setting down his glass with emphasis. ‘There’s a special destiny in - the matter, my dear sir; there’s only five years’ difference between ‘em, - and both their birthdays are in August.’ + ‘I designed ‘em for each other; they were made for each other, sent into + the world for each other, born for each other, Winkle,’ said Mr. Ben + Allen, setting down his glass with emphasis. ‘There’s a special destiny in + the matter, my dear sir; there’s only five years’ difference between ‘em, + and both their birthdays are in August.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle was too anxious to hear what was to follow to express much @@ -30042,11 +29974,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger person. </p> <p> - ‘And I think,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, in conclusion. ‘I think there’s a prior - attachment.’ + ‘And I think,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, in conclusion. ‘I think there’s a prior + attachment.’ </p> <p> - ‘Have you any idea who the object of it might be?’ asked Mr. Winkle, with + ‘Have you any idea who the object of it might be?’ asked Mr. Winkle, with great trepidation. </p> <p> @@ -30056,7 +29988,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger that was all. </p> <p> - ‘I’d show him what I thought of him,’ said Mr. Ben Allen. And round went + ‘I’d show him what I thought of him,’ said Mr. Ben Allen. And round went the poker again, more fiercely than before. </p> <p> @@ -30065,21 +29997,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger inquire whether Miss Allen was in Kent. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, laying aside the poker, and looking very - cunning; ‘I didn’t think Wardle’s exactly the place for a headstrong girl; + ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, laying aside the poker, and looking very + cunning; ‘I didn’t think Wardle’s exactly the place for a headstrong girl; so, as I am her natural protector and guardian, our parents being dead, I have brought her down into this part of the country to spend a few months - at an old aunt’s, in a nice, dull, close place. I think that will cure - her, my boy. If it doesn’t, I’ll take her abroad for a little while, and - see what that’ll do.’ + at an old aunt’s, in a nice, dull, close place. I think that will cure + her, my boy. If it doesn’t, I’ll take her abroad for a little while, and + see what that’ll do.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, the aunt’s is in Bristol, is it?’ faltered Mr. Winkle. + ‘Oh, the aunt’s is in Bristol, is it?’ faltered Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘No, no, not in Bristol,’ replied Mr. Ben Allen, jerking his thumb over - his right shoulder; ‘over that way—down there. But, hush, here’s - Bob. Not a word, my dear friend, not a word.’ + ‘No, no, not in Bristol,’ replied Mr. Ben Allen, jerking his thumb over + his right shoulder; ‘over that way—down there. But, hush, here’s + Bob. Not a word, my dear friend, not a word.’ </p> <p> Short as this conversation was, it roused in Mr. Winkle the highest degree @@ -30088,19 +30020,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Arabella had looked scornfully on the sprightly Bob Sawyer, or had he a successful rival? He determined to see her, cost what it might; but here an insurmountable objection presented itself, for whether the explanatory - ‘over that way,’ and ‘down there,’ of Mr. Ben Allen, meant three miles + ‘over that way,’ and ‘down there,’ of Mr. Ben Allen, meant three miles off, or thirty, or three hundred, he could in no wise guess. </p> <p> But he had no opportunity of pondering over his love just then, for Bob - Sawyer’s return was the immediate precursor of the arrival of a meat-pie - from the baker’s, of which that gentleman insisted on his staying to + Sawyer’s return was the immediate precursor of the arrival of a meat-pie + from the baker’s, of which that gentleman insisted on his staying to partake. The cloth was laid by an occasional charwoman, who officiated in - the capacity of Mr. Bob Sawyer’s housekeeper; and a third knife and fork + the capacity of Mr. Bob Sawyer’s housekeeper; and a third knife and fork having been borrowed from the mother of the boy in the gray livery (for - Mr. Sawyer’s domestic arrangements were as yet conducted on a limited + Mr. Sawyer’s domestic arrangements were as yet conducted on a limited scale), they sat down to dinner; the beer being served up, as Mr. Sawyer - remarked, ‘in its native pewter.’ + remarked, ‘in its native pewter.’ </p> <p> After dinner, Mr. Bob Sawyer ordered in the largest mortar in the shop, @@ -30114,15 +30046,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger which chemists are wont to measure out their liquid drugs in compounding prescriptions. These preliminaries adjusted, the punch was tasted, and pronounced excellent; and it having been arranged that Bob Sawyer and Ben - Allen should be considered at liberty to fill twice to Mr. Winkle’s once, + Allen should be considered at liberty to fill twice to Mr. Winkle’s once, they started fair, with great satisfaction and good-fellowship. </p> <p> - There was no singing, because Mr. Bob Sawyer said it wouldn’t look + There was no singing, because Mr. Bob Sawyer said it wouldn’t look professional; but to make amends for this deprivation there was so much talking and laughing that it might have been heard, and very likely was, at the end of the street. Which conversation materially lightened the - hours and improved the mind of Mr. Bob Sawyer’s boy, who, instead of + hours and improved the mind of Mr. Bob Sawyer’s boy, who, instead of devoting the evening to his ordinary occupation of writing his name on the counter, and rubbing it out again, peeped through the glass door, and thus listened and looked on at the same time. @@ -30160,138 +30092,138 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gentleman in a greatcoat: the only other occupant of the room. It was rather a cool evening for the season of the year, and the gentleman drew his chair aside to afford the new-comer a sight of the fire. What were Mr. - Winkle’s feelings when, in doing so, he disclosed to view the face and + Winkle’s feelings when, in doing so, he disclosed to view the face and figure of the vindictive and sanguinary Dowler! </p> <p> - Mr. Winkle’s first impulse was to give a violent pull at the nearest + Mr. Winkle’s first impulse was to give a violent pull at the nearest bell-handle, but that unfortunately happened to be immediately behind Mr. - Dowler’s head. He had made one step towards it, before he checked himself. + Dowler’s head. He had made one step towards it, before he checked himself. As he did so, Mr. Dowler very hastily drew back. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Winkle, Sir. Be calm. Don’t strike me. I won’t bear it. A blow! - Never!’ said Mr. Dowler, looking meeker than Mr. Winkle had expected in a + ‘Mr. Winkle, Sir. Be calm. Don’t strike me. I won’t bear it. A blow! + Never!’ said Mr. Dowler, looking meeker than Mr. Winkle had expected in a gentleman of his ferocity. </p> <p> - ‘A blow, Sir?’ stammered Mr. Winkle. + ‘A blow, Sir?’ stammered Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘A blow, Sir,’ replied Dowler. ‘Compose your feelings. Sit down. Hear me.’ + ‘A blow, Sir,’ replied Dowler. ‘Compose your feelings. Sit down. Hear me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, trembling from head to foot, ‘before I consent to + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, trembling from head to foot, ‘before I consent to sit down beside, or opposite you, without the presence of a waiter, I must be secured by some further understanding. You used a threat against me - last night, Sir, a dreadful threat, Sir.’ Here Mr. Winkle turned very pale + last night, Sir, a dreadful threat, Sir.’ Here Mr. Winkle turned very pale indeed, and stopped short. </p> <p> - ‘I did,’ said Dowler, with a countenance almost as white as Mr. Winkle’s. - ‘Circumstances were suspicious. They have been explained. I respect your - bravery. Your feeling is upright. Conscious innocence. There’s my hand. - Grasp it.’ + ‘I did,’ said Dowler, with a countenance almost as white as Mr. Winkle’s. + ‘Circumstances were suspicious. They have been explained. I respect your + bravery. Your feeling is upright. Conscious innocence. There’s my hand. + Grasp it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Really, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, hesitating whether to give his hand or + ‘Really, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, hesitating whether to give his hand or not, and almost fearing that it was demanded in order that he might be - taken at an advantage, ‘really, Sir, I—’ + taken at an advantage, ‘really, Sir, I—’ </p> <p> - ‘I know what you mean,’ interposed Dowler. ‘You feel aggrieved. Very + ‘I know what you mean,’ interposed Dowler. ‘You feel aggrieved. Very natural. So should I. I was wrong. I beg your pardon. Be friendly. Forgive - me.’ With this, Dowler fairly forced his hand upon Mr. Winkle, and shaking + me.’ With this, Dowler fairly forced his hand upon Mr. Winkle, and shaking it with the utmost vehemence, declared he was a fellow of extreme spirit, and he had a higher opinion of him than ever. </p> <p> - ‘Now,’ said Dowler, ‘sit down. Relate it all. How did you find me? When - did you follow? Be frank. Tell me.’ + ‘Now,’ said Dowler, ‘sit down. Relate it all. How did you find me? When + did you follow? Be frank. Tell me.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s quite accidental,’ replied Mr. Winkle, greatly perplexed by the - curious and unexpected nature of the interview. ‘Quite.’ + ‘It’s quite accidental,’ replied Mr. Winkle, greatly perplexed by the + curious and unexpected nature of the interview. ‘Quite.’ </p> <p> - ‘Glad of it,’ said Dowler. ‘I woke this morning. I had forgotten my - threat. I laughed at the accident. I felt friendly. I said so.’ + ‘Glad of it,’ said Dowler. ‘I woke this morning. I had forgotten my + threat. I laughed at the accident. I felt friendly. I said so.’ </p> <p> - ‘To whom?’ inquired Mr. Winkle. + ‘To whom?’ inquired Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘To Mrs. Dowler. “You made a vow,” said she. “I did,” said I. “It was a - rash one,” said she. “It was,” said I. “I’ll apologise. Where is he?”’ + ‘To Mrs. Dowler. “You made a vow,” said she. “I did,” said I. “It was a + rash one,” said she. “It was,” said I. “I’ll apologise. Where is he?”’ </p> <p> - ‘Who?’ inquired Mr. Winkle. + ‘Who?’ inquired Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘You,’ replied Dowler. ‘I went downstairs. You were not to be found. + ‘You,’ replied Dowler. ‘I went downstairs. You were not to be found. Pickwick looked gloomy. Shook his head. Hoped no violence would be committed. I saw it all. You felt yourself insulted. You had gone, for a - friend perhaps. Possibly for pistols. “High spirit,” said I. “I admire - him.”’ + friend perhaps. Possibly for pistols. “High spirit,” said I. “I admire + him.”’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle coughed, and beginning to see how the land lay, assumed a look of importance. </p> <p> - ‘I left a note for you,’ resumed Dowler. ‘I said I was sorry. So I was. + ‘I left a note for you,’ resumed Dowler. ‘I said I was sorry. So I was. Pressing business called me here. You were not satisfied. You followed. - You required a verbal explanation. You were right. It’s all over now. My - business is finished. I go back to-morrow. Join me.’ + You required a verbal explanation. You were right. It’s all over now. My + business is finished. I go back to-morrow. Join me.’ </p> <p> - As Dowler progressed in his explanation, Mr. Winkle’s countenance grew + As Dowler progressed in his explanation, Mr. Winkle’s countenance grew more and more dignified. The mysterious nature of the commencement of their conversation was explained; Mr. Dowler had as great an objection to duelling as himself; in short, this blustering and awful personage was one - of the most egregious cowards in existence, and interpreting Mr. Winkle’s + of the most egregious cowards in existence, and interpreting Mr. Winkle’s absence through the medium of his own fears, had taken the same step as himself, and prudently retired until all excitement of feeling should have subsided. </p> <p> - As the real state of the case dawned upon Mr. Winkle’s mind, he looked + As the real state of the case dawned upon Mr. Winkle’s mind, he looked very terrible, and said he was perfectly satisfied; but at the same time, said so with an air that left Mr. Dowler no alternative but to infer that if he had not been, something most horrible and destructive must inevitably have occurred. Mr. Dowler appeared to be impressed with a - becoming sense of Mr. Winkle’s magnanimity and condescension; and the two + becoming sense of Mr. Winkle’s magnanimity and condescension; and the two belligerents parted for the night, with many protestations of eternal friendship. </p> <p> - About half-past twelve o’clock, when Mr. Winkle had been revelling some + About half-past twelve o’clock, when Mr. Winkle had been revelling some twenty minutes in the full luxury of his first sleep, he was suddenly awakened by a loud knocking at his chamber door, which, being repeated with increased vehemence, caused him to start up in bed, and inquire who was there, and what the matter was. </p> <p> - ‘Please, Sir, here’s a young man which says he must see you directly,’ + ‘Please, Sir, here’s a young man which says he must see you directly,’ responded the voice of the chambermaid. </p> <p> - ‘A young man!’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle. + ‘A young man!’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘No mistake about that ‘ere, Sir,’ replied another voice through the - keyhole; ‘and if that wery same interestin’ young creetur ain’t let in - vithout delay, it’s wery possible as his legs vill enter afore his - countenance.’ The young man gave a gentle kick at one of the lower panels + ‘No mistake about that ‘ere, Sir,’ replied another voice through the + keyhole; ‘and if that wery same interestin’ young creetur ain’t let in + vithout delay, it’s wery possible as his legs vill enter afore his + countenance.’ The young man gave a gentle kick at one of the lower panels of the door, after he had given utterance to this hint, as if to add force and point to the remark. </p> <p> - ‘Is that you, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, springing out of bed. + ‘Is that you, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, springing out of bed. </p> <p> - ‘Quite unpossible to identify any gen’l’m’n vith any degree o’ mental - satisfaction, vithout lookin’ at him, Sir,’ replied the voice + ‘Quite unpossible to identify any gen’l’m’n vith any degree o’ mental + satisfaction, vithout lookin’ at him, Sir,’ replied the voice dogmatically. </p> <p> @@ -30299,98 +30231,98 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger which he had no sooner done than Mr. Samuel Weller entered with great precipitation, and carefully relocking it on the inside, deliberately put the key in his waistcoat pocket; and, after surveying Mr. Winkle from head - to foot, said— + to foot, said— </p> <p> - ‘You’re a wery humorous young gen’l’m’n, you air, Sir!’ + ‘You’re a wery humorous young gen’l’m’n, you air, Sir!’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean by this conduct, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Winkle indignantly. - ‘Get out, sir, this instant. What do you mean, Sir?’ + ‘What do you mean by this conduct, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Winkle indignantly. + ‘Get out, sir, this instant. What do you mean, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘What do I mean,’ retorted Sam; ‘come, Sir, this is rayther too rich, as - the young lady said when she remonstrated with the pastry-cook, arter he’d - sold her a pork pie as had got nothin’ but fat inside. What do I mean! - Well, that ain’t a bad ‘un, that ain’t.’ + ‘What do I mean,’ retorted Sam; ‘come, Sir, this is rayther too rich, as + the young lady said when she remonstrated with the pastry-cook, arter he’d + sold her a pork pie as had got nothin’ but fat inside. What do I mean! + Well, that ain’t a bad ‘un, that ain’t.’ </p> <p> - ‘Unlock that door, and leave this room immediately, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘Unlock that door, and leave this room immediately, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘I shall leave this here room, sir, just precisely at the wery same moment - as you leaves it,’ responded Sam, speaking in a forcible manner, and - seating himself with perfect gravity. ‘If I find it necessary to carry you - away, pick-a-back, o’ course I shall leave it the least bit o’ time - possible afore you; but allow me to express a hope as you won’t reduce me + ‘I shall leave this here room, sir, just precisely at the wery same moment + as you leaves it,’ responded Sam, speaking in a forcible manner, and + seating himself with perfect gravity. ‘If I find it necessary to carry you + away, pick-a-back, o’ course I shall leave it the least bit o’ time + possible afore you; but allow me to express a hope as you won’t reduce me to extremities; in saying wich, I merely quote wot the nobleman said to - the fractious pennywinkle, ven he vouldn’t come out of his shell by means + the fractious pennywinkle, ven he vouldn’t come out of his shell by means of a pin, and he conseqvently began to be afeered that he should be - obliged to crack him in the parlour door.’ At the end of this address, + obliged to crack him in the parlour door.’ At the end of this address, which was unusually lengthy for him, Mr. Weller planted his hands on his - knees, and looked full in Mr. Winkle’s face, with an expression of + knees, and looked full in Mr. Winkle’s face, with an expression of countenance which showed that he had not the remotest intention of being trifled with. </p> <p> - ‘You’re a amiably-disposed young man, Sir, I don’t think,’ resumed Mr. - Weller, in a tone of moral reproof, ‘to go inwolving our precious governor - in all sorts o’ fanteegs, wen he’s made up his mind to go through - everythink for principle. You’re far worse nor Dodson, Sir; and as for - Fogg, I consider him a born angel to you!’ Mr. Weller having accompanied + ‘You’re a amiably-disposed young man, Sir, I don’t think,’ resumed Mr. + Weller, in a tone of moral reproof, ‘to go inwolving our precious governor + in all sorts o’ fanteegs, wen he’s made up his mind to go through + everythink for principle. You’re far worse nor Dodson, Sir; and as for + Fogg, I consider him a born angel to you!’ Mr. Weller having accompanied this last sentiment with an emphatic slap on each knee, folded his arms with a look of great disgust, and threw himself back in his chair, as if - awaiting the criminal’s defence. + awaiting the criminal’s defence. </p> <p> - ‘My good fellow,’ said Mr. Winkle, extending his hand—his teeth + ‘My good fellow,’ said Mr. Winkle, extending his hand—his teeth chattering all the time he spoke, for he had been standing, during the - whole of Mr. Weller’s lecture, in his night-gear—‘my good fellow, I + whole of Mr. Weller’s lecture, in his night-gear—‘my good fellow, I respect your attachment to my excellent friend, and I am very sorry indeed - to have added to his causes for disquiet. There, Sam, there!’ + to have added to his causes for disquiet. There, Sam, there!’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Sam, rather sulkily, but giving the proffered hand a - respectful shake at the same time—‘well, so you ought to be, and I - am very glad to find you air; for, if I can help it, I won’t have him put - upon by nobody, and that’s all about it.’ + ‘Well,’ said Sam, rather sulkily, but giving the proffered hand a + respectful shake at the same time—‘well, so you ought to be, and I + am very glad to find you air; for, if I can help it, I won’t have him put + upon by nobody, and that’s all about it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not, Sam,’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘There! Now go to bed, Sam, and - we’ll talk further about this in the morning.’ + ‘Certainly not, Sam,’ said Mr. Winkle. ‘There! Now go to bed, Sam, and + we’ll talk further about this in the morning.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’m wery sorry,’ said Sam, ‘but I can’t go to bed.’ + ‘I’m wery sorry,’ said Sam, ‘but I can’t go to bed.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not go to bed!’ repeated Mr. Winkle. + ‘Not go to bed!’ repeated Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ said Sam, shaking his head. ‘Can’t be done.’ + ‘No,’ said Sam, shaking his head. ‘Can’t be done.’ </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean to say you’re going back to-night, Sam?’ urged Mr. Winkle, + ‘You don’t mean to say you’re going back to-night, Sam?’ urged Mr. Winkle, greatly surprised. </p> <p> - ‘Not unless you particklerly wish it,’ replied Sam; ‘but I mustn’t leave - this here room. The governor’s orders wos peremptory.’ + ‘Not unless you particklerly wish it,’ replied Sam; ‘but I mustn’t leave + this here room. The governor’s orders wos peremptory.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense, Sam,’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘I must stop here two or three days; and + ‘Nonsense, Sam,’ said Mr. Winkle, ‘I must stop here two or three days; and more than that, Sam, you must stop here too, to assist me in gaining an - interview with a young lady—Miss Allen, Sam; you remember her—whom - I must and will see before I leave Bristol.’ + interview with a young lady—Miss Allen, Sam; you remember her—whom + I must and will see before I leave Bristol.’ </p> <p> But in reply to each of these positions, Sam shook his head with great - firmness, and energetically replied, ‘It can’t be done.’ + firmness, and energetically replied, ‘It can’t be done.’ </p> <p> After a great deal of argument and representation on the part of Mr. Winkle, however, and a full disclosure of what had passed in the interview with Dowler, Sam began to waver; and at length a compromise was effected, - of which the following were the main and principal conditions:— + of which the following were the main and principal conditions:— </p> <p> That Sam should retire, and leave Mr. Winkle in the undisturbed possession @@ -30399,8 +30331,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of an alarm of fire, or other dangerous contingency, the door should be instantly unlocked. That a letter should be written to Mr. Pickwick early next morning, and forwarded per Dowler, requesting his consent to Sam and - Mr. Winkle’s remaining at Bristol, for the purpose and with the object - already assigned, and begging an answer by the next coach—, if + Mr. Winkle’s remaining at Bristol, for the purpose and with the object + already assigned, and begging an answer by the next coach—, if favourable, the aforesaid parties to remain accordingly, and if not, to return to Bath immediately on the receipt thereof. And, lastly, that Mr. Winkle should be understood as distinctly pledging himself not to resort @@ -30413,10 +30345,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pocket. </p> <p> - ‘I quite forgot about the knockin’ down,’ said Sam, half turning back. - ‘The governor distinctly said it was to be done. Amazin’ stupid o’ me, - that ‘ere! Never mind,’ said Sam, brightening up, ‘it’s easily done - to-morrow, anyvays.’ + ‘I quite forgot about the knockin’ down,’ said Sam, half turning back. + ‘The governor distinctly said it was to be done. Amazin’ stupid o’ me, + that ‘ere! Never mind,’ said Sam, brightening up, ‘it’s easily done + to-morrow, anyvays.’ </p> <p> Apparently much consoled by this reflection, Mr. Weller once more @@ -30439,52 +30371,52 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">D</span>uring the whole of next day, Sam kept Mr. Winkle steadily in sight, fully determined not to take his eyes off him for one instant, until he should receive express - instructions from the fountain-head. However disagreeable Sam’s very close + instructions from the fountain-head. However disagreeable Sam’s very close watch and great vigilance were to Mr. Winkle, he thought it better to bear with them, than, by any act of violent opposition, to hazard being carried away by force, which Mr. Weller more than once strongly hinted was the line of conduct that a strict sense of duty prompted him to pursue. There is little reason to doubt that Sam would very speedily have quieted his scruples, by bearing Mr. Winkle back to Bath, bound hand and foot, had not - Mr. Pickwick’s prompt attention to the note, which Dowler had undertaken - to deliver, forestalled any such proceeding. In short, at eight o’clock in + Mr. Pickwick’s prompt attention to the note, which Dowler had undertaken + to deliver, forestalled any such proceeding. In short, at eight o’clock in the evening, Mr. Pickwick himself walked into the coffee-room of the Bush Tavern, and told Sam with a smile, to his very great relief, that he had done quite right, and it was unnecessary for him to mount guard any longer. </p> <p> - ‘I thought it better to come myself,’ said Mr. Pickwick, addressing Mr. + ‘I thought it better to come myself,’ said Mr. Pickwick, addressing Mr. Winkle, as Sam disencumbered him of his great-coat and travelling-shawl, - ‘to ascertain, before I gave my consent to Sam’s employment in this + ‘to ascertain, before I gave my consent to Sam’s employment in this matter, that you are quite in earnest and serious, with respect to this - young lady.’ + young lady.’ </p> <p> - ‘Serious, from my heart—from my soul!’ returned Mr. Winkle, with + ‘Serious, from my heart—from my soul!’ returned Mr. Winkle, with great energy. </p> <p> - ‘Remember,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with beaming eyes, ‘we met her at our - excellent and hospitable friend’s, Winkle. It would be an ill return to - tamper lightly, and without due consideration, with this young lady’s - affections. I’ll not allow that, sir. I’ll not allow it.’ + ‘Remember,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with beaming eyes, ‘we met her at our + excellent and hospitable friend’s, Winkle. It would be an ill return to + tamper lightly, and without due consideration, with this young lady’s + affections. I’ll not allow that, sir. I’ll not allow it.’ </p> <p> - ‘I have no such intention, indeed,’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle warmly. ‘I have + ‘I have no such intention, indeed,’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle warmly. ‘I have considered the matter well, for a long time, and I feel that my happiness - is bound up in her.’ + is bound up in her.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s wot we call tying it up in a small parcel, sir,’ interposed Mr. + ‘That’s wot we call tying it up in a small parcel, sir,’ interposed Mr. Weller, with an agreeable smile. </p> <p> Mr. Winkle looked somewhat stern at this interruption, and Mr. Pickwick angrily requested his attendant not to jest with one of the best feelings - of our nature; to which Sam replied, ‘That he wouldn’t, if he was aware on - it; but there were so many on ‘em, that he hardly know’d which was the - best ones wen he heerd ‘em mentioned.’ + of our nature; to which Sam replied, ‘That he wouldn’t, if he was aware on + it; but there were so many on ‘em, that he hardly know’d which was the + best ones wen he heerd ‘em mentioned.’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle then recounted what had passed between himself and Mr. Ben @@ -30501,13 +30433,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger arranged that Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Winkle, who were less confident of their powers, should parade the town meanwhile, and accidentally drop in upon Mr. Bob Sawyer in the course of the day, in the hope of seeing or - hearing something of the young lady’s whereabouts. + hearing something of the young lady’s whereabouts. </p> <p> Accordingly, next morning, Sam Weller issued forth upon his quest, in no way daunted by the very discouraging prospect before him; and away he - walked, up one street and down another—we were going to say, up one - hill and down another, only it’s all uphill at Clifton—without + walked, up one street and down another—we were going to say, up one + hill and down another, only it’s all uphill at Clifton—without meeting with anything or anybody that tended to throw the faintest light on the matter in hand. Many were the colloquies into which Sam entered with grooms who were airing horses on roads, and nursemaids who were @@ -30540,64 +30472,64 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger freedom for which he was remarkable. </p> <p> - ‘Mornin’, old friend,’ said Sam. + ‘Mornin’, old friend,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Arternoon, you mean,’ replied the groom, casting a surly look at Sam. + ‘Arternoon, you mean,’ replied the groom, casting a surly look at Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You’re wery right, old friend,’ said Sam; ‘I <i>do</i> mean arternoon. - How are you?’ + ‘You’re wery right, old friend,’ said Sam; ‘I <i>do</i> mean arternoon. + How are you?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, I don’t find myself much the better for seeing of you,’ replied the + ‘Why, I don’t find myself much the better for seeing of you,’ replied the ill-tempered groom. </p> <p> - ‘That’s wery odd—that is,’ said Sam, ‘for you look so uncommon - cheerful, and seem altogether so lively, that it does vun’s heart good to - see you.’ + ‘That’s wery odd—that is,’ said Sam, ‘for you look so uncommon + cheerful, and seem altogether so lively, that it does vun’s heart good to + see you.’ </p> <p> The surly groom looked surlier still at this, but not sufficiently so to produce any effect upon Sam, who immediately inquired, with a countenance - of great anxiety, whether his master’s name was not Walker. + of great anxiety, whether his master’s name was not Walker. </p> <p> - ‘No, it ain’t,’ said the groom. + ‘No, it ain’t,’ said the groom. </p> <p> - ‘Nor Brown, I s’pose?’ said Sam. + ‘Nor Brown, I s’pose?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘No, it ain’t.’ + ‘No, it ain’t.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nor Vilson?’ + ‘Nor Vilson?’ </p> <p> - ‘No; nor that either,’ said the groom. + ‘No; nor that either,’ said the groom. </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ replied Sam, ‘then I’m mistaken, and he hasn’t got the honour o’ - my acquaintance, which I thought he had. Don’t wait here out o’ compliment - to me,’ said Sam, as the groom wheeled in the barrow, and prepared to shut - the gate. ‘Ease afore ceremony, old boy; I’ll excuse you.’ + ‘Vell,’ replied Sam, ‘then I’m mistaken, and he hasn’t got the honour o’ + my acquaintance, which I thought he had. Don’t wait here out o’ compliment + to me,’ said Sam, as the groom wheeled in the barrow, and prepared to shut + the gate. ‘Ease afore ceremony, old boy; I’ll excuse you.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’d knock your head off for half-a-crown,’ said the surly groom, bolting + ‘I’d knock your head off for half-a-crown,’ said the surly groom, bolting one half of the gate. </p> <p> - ‘Couldn’t afford to have it done on those terms,’ rejoined Sam. ‘It ‘ud be - worth a life’s board wages at least, to you, and ‘ud be cheap at that. - Make my compliments indoors. Tell ‘em not to vait dinner for me, and say - they needn’t mind puttin’ any by, for it’ll be cold afore I come in.’ + ‘Couldn’t afford to have it done on those terms,’ rejoined Sam. ‘It ‘ud be + worth a life’s board wages at least, to you, and ‘ud be cheap at that. + Make my compliments indoors. Tell ‘em not to vait dinner for me, and say + they needn’t mind puttin’ any by, for it’ll be cold afore I come in.’ </p> <p> In reply to this, the groom waxing very wroth, muttered a desire to damage - somebody’s person; but disappeared without carrying it into execution, - slamming the door angrily after him, and wholly unheeding Sam’s + somebody’s person; but disappeared without carrying it into execution, + slamming the door angrily after him, and wholly unheeding Sam’s affectionate request, that he would leave him a lock of his hair before he went. </p> @@ -30631,114 +30563,114 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger large stone, and advanced towards her. </p> <p> - ‘My dear,’ said Sam, sliding up with an air of great respect, ‘you’ll - spile that wery pretty figure out o’ all perportion if you shake them - carpets by yourself. Let me help you.’ + ‘My dear,’ said Sam, sliding up with an air of great respect, ‘you’ll + spile that wery pretty figure out o’ all perportion if you shake them + carpets by yourself. Let me help you.’ </p> <p> The young lady, who had been coyly affecting not to know that a gentleman - was so near, turned round as Sam spoke—no doubt (indeed she said so, - afterwards) to decline this offer from a perfect stranger—when + was so near, turned round as Sam spoke—no doubt (indeed she said so, + afterwards) to decline this offer from a perfect stranger—when instead of speaking, she started back, and uttered a half-suppressed scream. Sam was scarcely less staggered, for in the countenance of the well-shaped female servant, he beheld the very features of his valentine, - the pretty housemaid from Mr. Nupkins’s. + the pretty housemaid from Mr. Nupkins’s. </p> <p> - ‘Wy, Mary, my dear!’ said Sam. + ‘Wy, Mary, my dear!’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Lauk, Mr. Weller,’ said Mary, ‘how you do frighten one!’ + ‘Lauk, Mr. Weller,’ said Mary, ‘how you do frighten one!’ </p> <p> Sam made no verbal answer to this complaint, nor can we precisely say what reply he did make. We merely know that after a short pause Mary said, - ‘Lor, do adun, Mr. Weller!’ and that his hat had fallen off a few moments - before—from both of which tokens we should be disposed to infer that + ‘Lor, do adun, Mr. Weller!’ and that his hat had fallen off a few moments + before—from both of which tokens we should be disposed to infer that one kiss, or more, had passed between the parties. </p> <p> - ‘Why, how did you come here?’ said Mary, when the conversation to which + ‘Why, how did you come here?’ said Mary, when the conversation to which this interruption had been offered, was resumed. </p> <p> - ‘O’ course I came to look arter you, my darlin’,’ replied Mr. Weller; for + ‘O’ course I came to look arter you, my darlin’,’ replied Mr. Weller; for once permitting his passion to get the better of his veracity. </p> <p> - ‘And how did you know I was here?’ inquired Mary. ‘Who could have told you + ‘And how did you know I was here?’ inquired Mary. ‘Who could have told you that I took another service at Ipswich, and that they afterwards moved all - the way here? Who <i>could </i>have told you that, Mr. Weller?’ + the way here? Who <i>could </i>have told you that, Mr. Weller?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, to be sure,’ said Sam, with a cunning look, ‘that’s the pint. Who - could ha’ told me?’ + ‘Ah, to be sure,’ said Sam, with a cunning look, ‘that’s the pint. Who + could ha’ told me?’ </p> <p> - ‘It wasn’t Mr. Muzzle, was it?’ inquired Mary. + ‘It wasn’t Mr. Muzzle, was it?’ inquired Mary. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no.’ replied Sam, with a solemn shake of the head, ‘it warn’t him.’ + ‘Oh, no.’ replied Sam, with a solemn shake of the head, ‘it warn’t him.’ </p> <p> - ‘It must have been the cook,’ said Mary. + ‘It must have been the cook,’ said Mary. </p> <p> - ‘O’ course it must,’ said Sam. + ‘O’ course it must,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I never heard the like of that!’ exclaimed Mary. + ‘Well, I never heard the like of that!’ exclaimed Mary. </p> <p> - ‘No more did I,’ said Sam. ‘But Mary, my dear’—here Sam’s manner - grew extremely affectionate—‘Mary, my dear, I’ve got another affair - in hand as is wery pressin’. There’s one o’ my governor’s friends—Mr. - Winkle, you remember him?’ + ‘No more did I,’ said Sam. ‘But Mary, my dear’—here Sam’s manner + grew extremely affectionate—‘Mary, my dear, I’ve got another affair + in hand as is wery pressin’. There’s one o’ my governor’s friends—Mr. + Winkle, you remember him?’ </p> <p> - ‘Him in the green coat?’ said Mary. ‘Oh, yes, I remember him.’ + ‘Him in the green coat?’ said Mary. ‘Oh, yes, I remember him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Sam, ‘he’s in a horrid state o’ love; reg’larly comfoozled, - and done over vith it.’ + ‘Well,’ said Sam, ‘he’s in a horrid state o’ love; reg’larly comfoozled, + and done over vith it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Lor!’ interposed Mary. + ‘Lor!’ interposed Mary. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said Sam; ‘but that’s nothin’ if we could find out the young - ‘ooman;’ and here Sam, with many digressions upon the personal beauty of + ‘Yes,’ said Sam; ‘but that’s nothin’ if we could find out the young + ‘ooman;’ and here Sam, with many digressions upon the personal beauty of Mary, and the unspeakable tortures he had experienced since he last saw - her, gave a faithful account of Mr. Winkle’s present predicament. + her, gave a faithful account of Mr. Winkle’s present predicament. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mary, ‘I never did!’ + ‘Well,’ said Mary, ‘I never did!’ </p> <p> - ‘O’ course not,’ said Sam, ‘and nobody never did, nor never vill neither; - and here am I a-walkin’ about like the wandering Jew—a sportin’ - character you have perhaps heerd on Mary, my dear, as vos alvays doin’ a - match agin’ time, and never vent to sleep—looking arter this here - Miss Arabella Allen.’ + ‘O’ course not,’ said Sam, ‘and nobody never did, nor never vill neither; + and here am I a-walkin’ about like the wandering Jew—a sportin’ + character you have perhaps heerd on Mary, my dear, as vos alvays doin’ a + match agin’ time, and never vent to sleep—looking arter this here + Miss Arabella Allen.’ </p> <p> - ‘Miss who?’ said Mary, in great astonishment. + ‘Miss who?’ said Mary, in great astonishment. </p> <p> - ‘Miss Arabella Allen,’ said Sam. + ‘Miss Arabella Allen,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Goodness gracious!’ said Mary, pointing to the garden door which the - sulky groom had locked after him. ‘Why, it’s that very house; she’s been - living there these six weeks. Their upper house-maid, which is lady’s-maid - too, told me all about it over the wash-house palin’s before the family - was out of bed, one mornin’.’ + ‘Goodness gracious!’ said Mary, pointing to the garden door which the + sulky groom had locked after him. ‘Why, it’s that very house; she’s been + living there these six weeks. Their upper house-maid, which is lady’s-maid + too, told me all about it over the wash-house palin’s before the family + was out of bed, one mornin’.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot, the wery next door to you?’ said Sam. + ‘Wot, the wery next door to you?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘The very next,’ replied Mary. + ‘The very next,’ replied Mary. </p> <p> Mr. Weller was so deeply overcome on receiving this intelligence that he @@ -30747,20 +30679,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger sufficiently collected to return to the subject. </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Sam at length, ‘if this don’t beat cock-fightin’ nothin’ - never vill, as the lord mayor said, ven the chief secretary o’ state - proposed his missis’s health arter dinner. That wery next house! Wy, I’ve - got a message to her as I’ve been a-trying all day to deliver.’ + ‘Vell,’ said Sam at length, ‘if this don’t beat cock-fightin’ nothin’ + never vill, as the lord mayor said, ven the chief secretary o’ state + proposed his missis’s health arter dinner. That wery next house! Wy, I’ve + got a message to her as I’ve been a-trying all day to deliver.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Mary, ‘but you can’t deliver it now, because she only walks in + ‘Ah,’ said Mary, ‘but you can’t deliver it now, because she only walks in the garden in the evening, and then only for a very little time; she never - goes out, without the old lady.’ + goes out, without the old lady.’ </p> <p> Sam ruminated for a few moments, and finally hit upon the following plan - of operations; that he should return just at dusk—the time at which - Arabella invariably took her walk—and, being admitted by Mary into + of operations; that he should return just at dusk—the time at which + Arabella invariably took her walk—and, being admitted by Mary into the garden of the house to which she belonged, would contrive to scramble up the wall, beneath the overhanging boughs of a large pear-tree, which would effectually screen him from observation; would there deliver his @@ -30771,9 +30703,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> It is not half as innocent a thing as it looks, that shaking little pieces - of carpet—at least, there may be no great harm in the shaking, but + of carpet—at least, there may be no great harm in the shaking, but the folding is a very insidious process. So long as the shaking lasts, and - the two parties are kept the carpet’s length apart, it is as innocent an + the two parties are kept the carpet’s length apart, it is as innocent an amusement as can well be devised; but when the folding begins, and the distance between them gets gradually lessened from one half its former length to a quarter, and then to an eighth, and then to a sixteenth, and @@ -30810,82 +30742,82 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger which happened by good luck to be near at hand. </p> <p> - ‘She’s a-goin’ off,’ soliloquised Sam in great perplexity. ‘Wot a thing it - is, as these here young creeturs will go a-faintin’ avay just ven they - oughtn’t to. Here, young ‘ooman, Miss Sawbones, Mrs. Vinkle, don’t!’ + ‘She’s a-goin’ off,’ soliloquised Sam in great perplexity. ‘Wot a thing it + is, as these here young creeturs will go a-faintin’ avay just ven they + oughtn’t to. Here, young ‘ooman, Miss Sawbones, Mrs. Vinkle, don’t!’ </p> <p> - Whether it was the magic of Mr. Winkle’s name, or the coolness of the open - air, or some recollection of Mr. Weller’s voice, that revived Arabella, - matters not. She raised her head and languidly inquired, ‘Who’s that, and - what do you want?’ + Whether it was the magic of Mr. Winkle’s name, or the coolness of the open + air, or some recollection of Mr. Weller’s voice, that revived Arabella, + matters not. She raised her head and languidly inquired, ‘Who’s that, and + what do you want?’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush,’ said Sam, swinging himself on to the wall, and crouching there in - as small a compass as he could reduce himself to, ‘only me, miss, only - me.’ + ‘Hush,’ said Sam, swinging himself on to the wall, and crouching there in + as small a compass as he could reduce himself to, ‘only me, miss, only + me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick’s servant!’ said Arabella earnestly. + ‘Mr. Pickwick’s servant!’ said Arabella earnestly. </p> <p> - ‘The wery same, miss,’ replied Sam. ‘Here’s Mr. Vinkle reg’larly sewed up - vith desperation, miss.’ + ‘The wery same, miss,’ replied Sam. ‘Here’s Mr. Vinkle reg’larly sewed up + vith desperation, miss.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said Arabella, drawing nearer the wall. + ‘Ah!’ said Arabella, drawing nearer the wall. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, indeed,’ said Sam. ‘Ve thought ve should ha’ been obliged to - strait-veskit him last night; he’s been a-ravin’ all day; and he says if - he can’t see you afore to-morrow night’s over, he vishes he may be - somethin’ unpleasanted if he don’t drownd hisself.’ + ‘Ah, indeed,’ said Sam. ‘Ve thought ve should ha’ been obliged to + strait-veskit him last night; he’s been a-ravin’ all day; and he says if + he can’t see you afore to-morrow night’s over, he vishes he may be + somethin’ unpleasanted if he don’t drownd hisself.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no, no, Mr. Weller!’ said Arabella, clasping her hands. + ‘Oh, no, no, Mr. Weller!’ said Arabella, clasping her hands. </p> <p> - ‘That’s wot he says, miss,’ replied Sam coolly. ‘He’s a man of his word, - and it’s my opinion he’ll do it, miss. He’s heerd all about you from the - sawbones in barnacles.’ + ‘That’s wot he says, miss,’ replied Sam coolly. ‘He’s a man of his word, + and it’s my opinion he’ll do it, miss. He’s heerd all about you from the + sawbones in barnacles.’ </p> <p> - ‘From my brother!’ said Arabella, having some faint recognition of Sam’s + ‘From my brother!’ said Arabella, having some faint recognition of Sam’s description. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t rightly know which is your brother, miss,’ replied Sam. ‘Is it - the dirtiest vun o’ the two?’ + ‘I don’t rightly know which is your brother, miss,’ replied Sam. ‘Is it + the dirtiest vun o’ the two?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes, Mr. Weller,’ returned Arabella, ‘go on. Make haste, pray.’ + ‘Yes, yes, Mr. Weller,’ returned Arabella, ‘go on. Make haste, pray.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, miss,’ said Sam, ‘he’s heerd all about it from him; and it’s the - gov’nor’s opinion that if you don’t see him wery quick, the sawbones as - we’ve been a-speakin’ on, ‘ull get as much extra lead in his head as’ll - rayther damage the dewelopment o’ the orgins if they ever put it in - spirits artervards.’ + ‘Well, miss,’ said Sam, ‘he’s heerd all about it from him; and it’s the + gov’nor’s opinion that if you don’t see him wery quick, the sawbones as + we’ve been a-speakin’ on, ‘ull get as much extra lead in his head as’ll + rayther damage the dewelopment o’ the orgins if they ever put it in + spirits artervards.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, what can I do to prevent these dreadful quarrels!’ exclaimed + ‘Oh, what can I do to prevent these dreadful quarrels!’ exclaimed Arabella. </p> <p> - ‘It’s the suspicion of a priory ‘tachment as is the cause of it all,’ - replied Sam. ‘You’d better see him, miss.’ + ‘It’s the suspicion of a priory ‘tachment as is the cause of it all,’ + replied Sam. ‘You’d better see him, miss.’ </p> <p> - ‘But how?—where?’ cried Arabella. ‘I dare not leave the house alone. + ‘But how?—where?’ cried Arabella. ‘I dare not leave the house alone. My brother is so unkind, so unreasonable! I know how strange my talking - thus to you may appear, Mr. Weller, but I am very, very unhappy—’ + thus to you may appear, Mr. Weller, but I am very, very unhappy—’ and here poor Arabella wept so bitterly that Sam grew chivalrous. </p> <p> - ‘It may seem wery strange talkin’ to me about these here affairs, miss,’ - said Sam, with great vehemence; ‘but all I can say is, that I’m not only - ready but villin’ to do anythin’ as’ll make matters agreeable; and if - chuckin’ either o’ them sawboneses out o’ winder ‘ull do it, I’m the man.’ + ‘It may seem wery strange talkin’ to me about these here affairs, miss,’ + said Sam, with great vehemence; ‘but all I can say is, that I’m not only + ready but villin’ to do anythin’ as’ll make matters agreeable; and if + chuckin’ either o’ them sawboneses out o’ winder ‘ull do it, I’m the man.’ As Sam Weller said this, he tucked up his wristbands, at the imminent hazard of falling off the wall in so doing, to intimate his readiness to set to work immediately. @@ -30910,43 +30842,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger absence had occasioned much speculation and some alarm. </p> <p> - ‘We must be careful,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after listening attentively to - Sam’s tale, ‘not for our sakes, but for that of the young lady. We must be - very cautious.’ + ‘We must be careful,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after listening attentively to + Sam’s tale, ‘not for our sakes, but for that of the young lady. We must be + very cautious.’ </p> <p> - ‘<i>We</i>!’ said Mr. Winkle, with marked emphasis. + ‘<i>We</i>!’ said Mr. Winkle, with marked emphasis. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s momentary look of indignation at the tone of this remark, - subsided into his characteristic expression of benevolence, as he replied— + Mr. Pickwick’s momentary look of indignation at the tone of this remark, + subsided into his characteristic expression of benevolence, as he replied— </p> <p> - ‘<i>We</i>, Sir! I shall accompany you.’ + ‘<i>We</i>, Sir! I shall accompany you.’ </p> <p> - ‘You!’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘You!’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘I,’ replied Mr. Pickwick mildly. ‘In affording you this interview, the + ‘I,’ replied Mr. Pickwick mildly. ‘In affording you this interview, the young lady has taken a natural, perhaps, but still a very imprudent step. - If I am present at the meeting—a mutual friend, who is old enough to - be the father of both parties—the voice of calumny can never be - raised against her hereafter.’ + If I am present at the meeting—a mutual friend, who is old enough to + be the father of both parties—the voice of calumny can never be + raised against her hereafter.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s eyes lightened with honest exultation at his own foresight, + Mr. Pickwick’s eyes lightened with honest exultation at his own foresight, as he spoke thus. Mr. Winkle was touched by this little trait of his delicate respect for the young <i>protegee </i>of his friend, and took his hand with a feeling of regard, akin to veneration. </p> <p> - ‘You <i>SHALL </i> go,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘You <i>SHALL </i> go,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘I will,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Sam, have my greatcoat and shawl ready, and + ‘I will,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Sam, have my greatcoat and shawl ready, and order a conveyance to be at the door to-morrow evening, rather earlier - than is absolutely necessary, in order that we may be in good time.’ + than is absolutely necessary, in order that we may be in good time.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller touched his hat, as an earnest of his obedience, and withdrew @@ -30968,21 +30900,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger no small surprise of the few stragglers they met. </p> <p> - ‘I should have been the better for something of this kind, in my last - garden expedition, at night; eh, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking + ‘I should have been the better for something of this kind, in my last + garden expedition, at night; eh, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking good-humouredly round at his follower, who was trudging behind. </p> <p> - ‘Wery nice things, if they’re managed properly, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; - ‘but wen you don’t want to be seen, I think they’re more useful arter the - candle’s gone out, than wen it’s alight.’ + ‘Wery nice things, if they’re managed properly, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller; + ‘but wen you don’t want to be seen, I think they’re more useful arter the + candle’s gone out, than wen it’s alight.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick appeared struck by Sam’s remarks, for he put the lantern into + Mr. Pickwick appeared struck by Sam’s remarks, for he put the lantern into his pocket again, and they walked on in silence. </p> <p> - ‘Down here, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘Let me lead the way. This is the lane, Sir.’ + ‘Down here, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘Let me lead the way. This is the lane, Sir.’ </p> <p> Down the lane they went, and dark enough it was. Mr. Pickwick brought out @@ -31000,105 +30932,105 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger After an absence of five or ten minutes, Sam returned to say that the gate was opened, and all quiet. Following him with stealthy tread, Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Winkle soon found themselves in the garden. Here everybody said, - ‘Hush!’ a good many times; and that being done, no one seemed to have any + ‘Hush!’ a good many times; and that being done, no one seemed to have any very distinct apprehension of what was to be done next. </p> <p> - ‘Is Miss Allen in the garden yet, Mary?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, much + ‘Is Miss Allen in the garden yet, Mary?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, much agitated. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know, sir,’ replied the pretty housemaid. ‘The best thing to be + ‘I don’t know, sir,’ replied the pretty housemaid. ‘The best thing to be done, sir, will be for Mr. Weller to give you a hoist up into the tree, and perhaps Mr. Pickwick will have the goodness to see that nobody comes up the lane, while I watch at the other end of the garden. Goodness - gracious, what’s that?’ + gracious, what’s that?’ </p> <p> - ‘That ‘ere blessed lantern ‘ull be the death on us all,’ exclaimed Sam - peevishly. ‘Take care wot you’re a-doin’ on, sir; you’re a-sendin’ a blaze - o’ light, right into the back parlour winder.’ + ‘That ‘ere blessed lantern ‘ull be the death on us all,’ exclaimed Sam + peevishly. ‘Take care wot you’re a-doin’ on, sir; you’re a-sendin’ a blaze + o’ light, right into the back parlour winder.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Pickwick, turning hastily aside, ‘I didn’t mean to do - that.’ + ‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Pickwick, turning hastily aside, ‘I didn’t mean to do + that.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, it’s in the next house, sir,’ remonstrated Sam. + ‘Now, it’s in the next house, sir,’ remonstrated Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Bless my heart!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, turning round again. + ‘Bless my heart!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, turning round again. </p> <p> - ‘Now, it’s in the stable, and they’ll think the place is afire,’ said Sam. - ‘Shut it up, sir, can’t you?’ + ‘Now, it’s in the stable, and they’ll think the place is afire,’ said Sam. + ‘Shut it up, sir, can’t you?’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s the most extraordinary lantern I ever met with, in all my life!’ + ‘It’s the most extraordinary lantern I ever met with, in all my life!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, greatly bewildered by the effects he had so - unintentionally produced. ‘I never saw such a powerful reflector.’ + unintentionally produced. ‘I never saw such a powerful reflector.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’ll be vun too powerful for us, if you keep blazin’ avay in that - manner, sir,’ replied Sam, as Mr. Pickwick, after various unsuccessful - efforts, managed to close the slide. ‘There’s the young lady’s footsteps. - Now, Mr. Winkle, sir, up vith you.’ + ‘It’ll be vun too powerful for us, if you keep blazin’ avay in that + manner, sir,’ replied Sam, as Mr. Pickwick, after various unsuccessful + efforts, managed to close the slide. ‘There’s the young lady’s footsteps. + Now, Mr. Winkle, sir, up vith you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Stop, stop!’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I must speak to her first. Help me up, - Sam.’ + ‘Stop, stop!’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I must speak to her first. Help me up, + Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Gently, Sir,’ said Sam, planting his head against the wall, and making a - platform of his back. ‘Step atop o’ that ‘ere flower-pot, Sir. Now then, - up vith you.’ + ‘Gently, Sir,’ said Sam, planting his head against the wall, and making a + platform of his back. ‘Step atop o’ that ‘ere flower-pot, Sir. Now then, + up vith you.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’m afraid I shall hurt you, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I’m afraid I shall hurt you, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind me, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Lend him a hand, Mr. Winkle, sir. - Steady, sir, steady! That’s the time o’ day!’ + ‘Never mind me, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Lend him a hand, Mr. Winkle, sir. + Steady, sir, steady! That’s the time o’ day!’ </p> <p> As Sam spoke, Mr. Pickwick, by exertions almost supernatural in a - gentleman of his years and weight, contrived to get upon Sam’s back; and + gentleman of his years and weight, contrived to get upon Sam’s back; and Sam gently raising himself up, and Mr. Pickwick holding on fast by the top of the wall, while Mr. Winkle clasped him tight by the legs, they contrived by these means to bring his spectacles just above the level of the coping. </p> <p> - ‘My dear,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking over the wall, and catching sight of - Arabella, on the other side, ‘don’t be frightened, my dear, it’s only me.’ - ‘Oh, pray go away, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Arabella. ‘Tell them all to go - away. I am so dreadfully frightened. Dear, dear Mr. Pickwick, don’t stop - there. You’ll fall down and kill yourself, I know you will.’ + ‘My dear,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking over the wall, and catching sight of + Arabella, on the other side, ‘don’t be frightened, my dear, it’s only me.’ + ‘Oh, pray go away, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Arabella. ‘Tell them all to go + away. I am so dreadfully frightened. Dear, dear Mr. Pickwick, don’t stop + there. You’ll fall down and kill yourself, I know you will.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, pray don’t alarm yourself, my dear,’ said Mr. Pickwick soothingly. - ‘There is not the least cause for fear, I assure you. Stand firm, Sam,’ + ‘Now, pray don’t alarm yourself, my dear,’ said Mr. Pickwick soothingly. + ‘There is not the least cause for fear, I assure you. Stand firm, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking down. </p> <p> - ‘All right, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Don’t be longer than you can - conweniently help, sir. You’re rayther heavy.’ + ‘All right, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Don’t be longer than you can + conweniently help, sir. You’re rayther heavy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Only another moment, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Only another moment, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I merely wished you to know, my dear, that I should not have allowed my + ‘I merely wished you to know, my dear, that I should not have allowed my young friend to see you in this clandestine way, if the situation in which you are placed had left him any alternative; and, lest the impropriety of this step should cause you any uneasiness, my love, it may be a - satisfaction to you, to know that I am present. That’s all, my dear.’ + satisfaction to you, to know that I am present. That’s all, my dear.’ </p> <p> - ‘Indeed, Mr. Pickwick, I am very much obliged to you for your kindness and - consideration,’ replied Arabella, drying her tears with her handkerchief. - She would probably have said much more, had not Mr. Pickwick’s head - disappeared with great swiftness, in consequence of a false step on Sam’s + ‘Indeed, Mr. Pickwick, I am very much obliged to you for your kindness and + consideration,’ replied Arabella, drying her tears with her handkerchief. + She would probably have said much more, had not Mr. Pickwick’s head + disappeared with great swiftness, in consequence of a false step on Sam’s shoulder which brought him suddenly to the ground. He was up again in an instant however; and bidding Mr. Winkle make haste and get the interview over, ran out into the lane to keep watch, with all the courage and ardour @@ -31106,21 +31038,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a moment, merely pausing to request Sam to be careful of his master. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll take care on him, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Leave him to me.’ + ‘I’ll take care on him, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Leave him to me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Where is he? What’s he doing, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Winkle. + ‘Where is he? What’s he doing, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Bless his old gaiters,’ rejoined Sam, looking out at the garden door. - ‘He’s a-keepin’ guard in the lane vith that ‘ere dark lantern, like a + ‘Bless his old gaiters,’ rejoined Sam, looking out at the garden door. + ‘He’s a-keepin’ guard in the lane vith that ‘ere dark lantern, like a amiable Guy Fawkes! I never see such a fine creetur in my days. Blessed if - I don’t think his heart must ha’ been born five-and-twenty year arter his - body, at least!’ + I don’t think his heart must ha’ been born five-and-twenty year arter his + body, at least!’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle stayed not to hear the encomium upon his friend. He had dropped - from the wall; thrown himself at Arabella’s feet; and by this time was + from the wall; thrown himself at Arabella’s feet; and by this time was pleading the sincerity of his passion with an eloquence worthy even of Mr. Pickwick himself. </p> @@ -31145,7 +31077,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> They were not meteors; they were too low. They were not glow-worms; they - were too high. They were not will-o’-the-wisps; they were not fireflies; + were too high. They were not will-o’-the-wisps; they were not fireflies; they were not fireworks. What could they be? Some extraordinary and wonderful phenomenon of nature, which no philosopher had ever seen before; something which it had been reserved for him alone to discover, and which @@ -31169,35 +31101,35 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger astonish, so he rang the bell for his servant. </p> <p> - ‘Pruffle,’ said the scientific gentleman, ‘there is something very - extraordinary in the air to-night? Did you see that?’ said the scientific + ‘Pruffle,’ said the scientific gentleman, ‘there is something very + extraordinary in the air to-night? Did you see that?’ said the scientific gentleman, pointing out of the window, as the light again became visible. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I did, Sir.’ + ‘Yes, I did, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you think of it, Pruffle?’ + ‘What do you think of it, Pruffle?’ </p> <p> - ‘Think of it, Sir?’ + ‘Think of it, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes. You have been bred up in this country. What should you say was the - cause for those lights, now?’ + ‘Yes. You have been bred up in this country. What should you say was the + cause for those lights, now?’ </p> <p> - The scientific gentleman smilingly anticipated Pruffle’s reply that he + The scientific gentleman smilingly anticipated Pruffle’s reply that he could assign no cause for them at all. Pruffle meditated. </p> <p> - ‘I should say it was thieves, Sir,’ said Pruffle at length. + ‘I should say it was thieves, Sir,’ said Pruffle at length. </p> <p> - ‘You’re a fool, and may go downstairs,’ said the scientific gentleman. + ‘You’re a fool, and may go downstairs,’ said the scientific gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Thank you, Sir,’ said Pruffle. And down he went. + ‘Thank you, Sir,’ said Pruffle. And down he went. </p> <p> But the scientific gentleman could not rest under the idea of the @@ -31217,11 +31149,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger by the scientific gentleman unlocking his garden gate. </p> <p> - ‘Hold hard,’ whispered Sam, who was, of course, the first of the party. - ‘Show a light for just vun second, Sir.’ + ‘Hold hard,’ whispered Sam, who was, of course, the first of the party. + ‘Show a light for just vun second, Sir.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick did as he was desired, and Sam, seeing a man’s head peeping + Mr. Pickwick did as he was desired, and Sam, seeing a man’s head peeping out very cautiously within half a yard of his own, gave it a gentle tap with his clenched fist, which knocked it, with a hollow sound, against the gate. Having performed this feat with great suddenness and dexterity, Mr. @@ -31230,16 +31162,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger astonishing. </p> <p> - ‘Have you got your vind back agin, Sir,’ inquired Sam, when they had + ‘Have you got your vind back agin, Sir,’ inquired Sam, when they had reached the end. </p> <p> - ‘Quite. Quite, now,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Quite. Quite, now,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Then come along, Sir,’ said Sam, setting his master on his feet again. - ‘Come betveen us, sir. Not half a mile to run. Think you’re vinnin’ a cup, - sir. Now for it.’ + ‘Then come along, Sir,’ said Sam, setting his master on his feet again. + ‘Come betveen us, sir. Not half a mile to run. Think you’re vinnin’ a cup, + sir. Now for it.’ </p> <p> Thus encouraged, Mr. Pickwick made the very best use of his legs. It may @@ -31253,14 +31185,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Pickwick had recovered his breath. </p> <p> - ‘In with you at once, sir,’ said Sam, as he helped his master out. ‘Don’t - stop a second in the street, arter that ‘ere exercise. Beg your pardon, - sir,’ continued Sam, touching his hat as Mr. Winkle descended, ‘hope there - warn’t a priory ‘tachment, sir?’ + ‘In with you at once, sir,’ said Sam, as he helped his master out. ‘Don’t + stop a second in the street, arter that ‘ere exercise. Beg your pardon, + sir,’ continued Sam, touching his hat as Mr. Winkle descended, ‘hope there + warn’t a priory ‘tachment, sir?’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle grasped his humble friend by the hand, and whispered in his - ear, ‘It’s all right, Sam; quite right.’ Upon which Mr. Weller struck + ear, ‘It’s all right, Sam; quite right.’ Upon which Mr. Weller struck three distinct blows upon his nose in token of intelligence, smiled, winked, and proceeded to put the steps up, with a countenance expressive of lively satisfaction. @@ -31317,8 +31249,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The master himself was a man of about forty, with black hair, and carefully combed whiskers. He was dressed in a particularly gorgeous - manner, with plenty of articles of jewellery about him—all about - three sizes larger than those which are usually worn by gentlemen—and + manner, with plenty of articles of jewellery about him—all about + three sizes larger than those which are usually worn by gentlemen—and a rough greatcoat to crown the whole. Into one pocket of this greatcoat, he thrust his left hand the moment he dismounted, while from the other he drew forth, with his right, a very bright and glaring silk handkerchief, @@ -31326,52 +31258,52 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger crumpling it in his hand, swaggered up the court. </p> <p> - It had not escaped Sam’s attention that, when this person dismounted, a + It had not escaped Sam’s attention that, when this person dismounted, a shabby-looking man in a brown greatcoat shorn of divers buttons, who had been previously slinking about, on the opposite side of the way, crossed over, and remained stationary close by. Having something more than a - suspicion of the object of the gentleman’s visit, Sam preceded him to the + suspicion of the object of the gentleman’s visit, Sam preceded him to the George and Vulture, and, turning sharp round, planted himself in the centre of the doorway. </p> <p> - ‘Now, my fine fellow!’ said the man in the rough coat, in an imperious + ‘Now, my fine fellow!’ said the man in the rough coat, in an imperious tone, attempting at the same time to push his way past. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Sir, wot’s the matter?’ replied Sam, returning the push with + ‘Now, Sir, wot’s the matter?’ replied Sam, returning the push with compound interest. </p> <p> - ‘Come, none of this, my man; this won’t do with me,’ said the owner of the - rough coat, raising his voice, and turning white. ‘Here, Smouch!’ + ‘Come, none of this, my man; this won’t do with me,’ said the owner of the + rough coat, raising his voice, and turning white. ‘Here, Smouch!’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, wot’s amiss here?’ growled the man in the brown coat, who had been + ‘Well, wot’s amiss here?’ growled the man in the brown coat, who had been gradually sneaking up the court during this short dialogue. </p> <p> - ‘Only some insolence of this young man’s,’ said the principal, giving Sam + ‘Only some insolence of this young man’s,’ said the principal, giving Sam another push. </p> <p> - ‘Come, none o’ this gammon,’ growled Smouch, giving him another, and a + ‘Come, none o’ this gammon,’ growled Smouch, giving him another, and a harder one. </p> <p> This last push had the effect which it was intended by the experienced Mr. Smouch to produce; for while Sam, anxious to return the compliment, was - grinding that gentleman’s body against the door-post, the principal crept + grinding that gentleman’s body against the door-post, the principal crept past, and made his way to the bar, whither Sam, after bandying a few epithetical remarks with Mr. Smouch, followed at once. </p> <p> - ‘Good-morning, my dear,’ said the principal, addressing the young lady at - the bar, with Botany Bay ease, and New South Wales gentility; ‘which is - Mr. Pickwick’s room, my dear?’ + ‘Good-morning, my dear,’ said the principal, addressing the young lady at + the bar, with Botany Bay ease, and New South Wales gentility; ‘which is + Mr. Pickwick’s room, my dear?’ </p> <p> - ‘Show him up,’ said the barmaid to a waiter, without deigning another look + ‘Show him up,’ said the barmaid to a waiter, without deigning another look at the exquisite, in reply to his inquiry. </p> <p> @@ -31387,60 +31319,60 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Sam, entered the room. The noise they made, in so doing, awoke him. </p> <p> - ‘Shaving-water, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, from within the curtains. + ‘Shaving-water, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, from within the curtains. </p> <p> - ‘Shave you directly, Mr. Pickwick,’ said the visitor, drawing one of them - back from the bed’s head. ‘I’ve got an execution against you, at the suit - of Bardell.—Here’s the warrant.—Common Pleas.—Here’s my - card. I suppose you’ll come over to my house.’ Giving Mr. Pickwick a - friendly tap on the shoulder, the sheriff’s officer (for such he was) + ‘Shave you directly, Mr. Pickwick,’ said the visitor, drawing one of them + back from the bed’s head. ‘I’ve got an execution against you, at the suit + of Bardell.—Here’s the warrant.—Common Pleas.—Here’s my + card. I suppose you’ll come over to my house.’ Giving Mr. Pickwick a + friendly tap on the shoulder, the sheriff’s officer (for such he was) threw his card on the counterpane, and pulled a gold toothpick from his waistcoat pocket. </p> <p> - ‘Namby’s the name,’ said the sheriff’s deputy, as Mr. Pickwick took his + ‘Namby’s the name,’ said the sheriff’s deputy, as Mr. Pickwick took his spectacles from under the pillow, and put them on, to read the card. - ‘Namby, Bell Alley, Coleman Street.’ + ‘Namby, Bell Alley, Coleman Street.’ </p> <p> At this point, Sam Weller, who had had his eyes fixed hitherto on Mr. - Namby’s shining beaver, interfered. + Namby’s shining beaver, interfered. </p> <p> - ‘Are you a Quaker?’ said Sam. + ‘Are you a Quaker?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll let you know I am, before I’ve done with you,’ replied the indignant - officer. ‘I’ll teach you manners, my fine fellow, one of these fine - mornings.’ + ‘I’ll let you know I am, before I’ve done with you,’ replied the indignant + officer. ‘I’ll teach you manners, my fine fellow, one of these fine + mornings.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee,’ said Sam. ‘I’ll do the same to you. Take your hat off.’ With - this, Mr. Weller, in the most dexterous manner, knocked Mr. Namby’s hat to + ‘Thank’ee,’ said Sam. ‘I’ll do the same to you. Take your hat off.’ With + this, Mr. Weller, in the most dexterous manner, knocked Mr. Namby’s hat to the other side of the room, with such violence, that he had very nearly caused him to swallow the gold toothpick into the bargain. </p> <p> - ‘Observe this, Mr. Pickwick,’ said the disconcerted officer, gasping for - breath. ‘I’ve been assaulted in the execution of my dooty by your servant - in your chamber. I’m in bodily fear. I call you to witness this.’ + ‘Observe this, Mr. Pickwick,’ said the disconcerted officer, gasping for + breath. ‘I’ve been assaulted in the execution of my dooty by your servant + in your chamber. I’m in bodily fear. I call you to witness this.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t witness nothin’, Sir,’ interposed Sam. ‘Shut your eyes up tight, - Sir. I’d pitch him out o’ winder, only he couldn’t fall far enough, ‘cause - o’ the leads outside.’ + ‘Don’t witness nothin’, Sir,’ interposed Sam. ‘Shut your eyes up tight, + Sir. I’d pitch him out o’ winder, only he couldn’t fall far enough, ‘cause + o’ the leads outside.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, in an angry voice, as his attendant made various - demonstrations of hostilities, ‘if you say another word, or offer the - slightest interference with this person, I discharge you that instant.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, in an angry voice, as his attendant made various + demonstrations of hostilities, ‘if you say another word, or offer the + slightest interference with this person, I discharge you that instant.’ </p> <p> - ‘But, Sir!’ said Sam. + ‘But, Sir!’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Hold your tongue,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick. ‘Take that hat up again.’ + ‘Hold your tongue,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick. ‘Take that hat up again.’ </p> <p> But this Sam flatly and positively refused to do; and, after he had been @@ -31454,8 +31386,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger after, called up Smouch. Having informed him that the capture was made, and that he was to wait for the prisoner until he should have finished dressing, Namby then swaggered out, and drove away. Smouch, requesting Mr. - Pickwick in a surly manner ‘to be as alive as he could, for it was a busy - time,’ drew up a chair by the door and sat there, until he had finished + Pickwick in a surly manner ‘to be as alive as he could, for it was a busy + time,’ drew up a chair by the door and sat there, until he had finished dressing. Sam was then despatched for a hackney-coach, and in it the triumvirate proceeded to Coleman Street. It was fortunate the distance was short; for Mr. Smouch, besides possessing no very enchanting @@ -31466,11 +31398,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The coach having turned into a very narrow and dark street, stopped before a house with iron bars to all the windows; the door-posts of which were - graced by the name and title of ‘Namby, Officer to the Sheriffs of - London’; the inner gate having been opened by a gentleman who might have + graced by the name and title of ‘Namby, Officer to the Sheriffs of + London’; the inner gate having been opened by a gentleman who might have passed for a neglected twin-brother of Mr. Smouch, and who was endowed with a large key for the purpose, Mr. Pickwick was shown into the - ‘coffee-room.’ + ‘coffee-room.’ </p> <p> This coffee-room was a front parlour, the principal features of which were @@ -31481,7 +31413,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> One of these was a mere boy of nineteen or twenty, who, though it was yet - barely ten o’clock, was drinking gin-and-water, and smoking a cigar—amusements + barely ten o’clock, was drinking gin-and-water, and smoking a cigar—amusements to which, judging from his inflamed countenance, he had devoted himself pretty constantly for the last year or two of his life. Opposite him, engaged in stirring the fire with the toe of his right boot, was a coarse, @@ -31495,61 +31427,61 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger then resuming his walk. </p> <p> - ‘You’d better have the loan of my razor this morning, Mr. Ayresleigh,’ + ‘You’d better have the loan of my razor this morning, Mr. Ayresleigh,’ said the man who was stirring the fire, tipping the wink to his friend the boy. </p> <p> - ‘Thank you, no, I shan’t want it; I expect I shall be out, in the course - of an hour or so,’ replied the other in a hurried manner. Then, walking + ‘Thank you, no, I shan’t want it; I expect I shall be out, in the course + of an hour or so,’ replied the other in a hurried manner. Then, walking again up to the window, and once more returning disappointed, he sighed deeply, and left the room; upon which the other two burst into a loud laugh. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I never saw such a game as that,’ said the gentleman who had - offered the razor, whose name appeared to be Price. ‘Never!’ Mr. Price + ‘Well, I never saw such a game as that,’ said the gentleman who had + offered the razor, whose name appeared to be Price. ‘Never!’ Mr. Price confirmed the assertion with an oath, and then laughed again, when of course the boy (who thought his companion one of the most dashing fellows alive) laughed also. </p> <p> - ‘You’d hardly think, would you now,’ said Price, turning towards Mr. - Pickwick, ‘that that chap’s been here a week yesterday, and never once - shaved himself yet, because he feels so certain he’s going out in half an - hour’s time, thinks he may as well put it off till he gets home?’ + ‘You’d hardly think, would you now,’ said Price, turning towards Mr. + Pickwick, ‘that that chap’s been here a week yesterday, and never once + shaved himself yet, because he feels so certain he’s going out in half an + hour’s time, thinks he may as well put it off till he gets home?’ </p> <p> - ‘Poor man!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Are his chances of getting out of his - difficulties really so great?’ + ‘Poor man!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Are his chances of getting out of his + difficulties really so great?’ </p> <p> - ‘Chances be d——d,’ replied Price; ‘he hasn’t half the ghost of - one. I wouldn’t give <i>that </i>for his chance of walking about the - streets this time ten years.’ With this, Mr. Price snapped his fingers + ‘Chances be d——d,’ replied Price; ‘he hasn’t half the ghost of + one. I wouldn’t give <i>that </i>for his chance of walking about the + streets this time ten years.’ With this, Mr. Price snapped his fingers contemptuously, and rang the bell. </p> <p> - ‘Give me a sheet of paper, Crookey,’ said Mr. Price to the attendant, who + ‘Give me a sheet of paper, Crookey,’ said Mr. Price to the attendant, who in dress and general appearance looked something between a bankrupt - glazier, and a drover in a state of insolvency; ‘and a glass of - brandy-and-water, Crookey, d’ye hear? I’m going to write to my father, and - I must have a stimulant, or I shan’t be able to pitch it strong enough - into the old boy.’ At this facetious speech, the young boy, it is almost + glazier, and a drover in a state of insolvency; ‘and a glass of + brandy-and-water, Crookey, d’ye hear? I’m going to write to my father, and + I must have a stimulant, or I shan’t be able to pitch it strong enough + into the old boy.’ At this facetious speech, the young boy, it is almost needless to say, was fairly convulsed. </p> <p> - ‘That’s right,’ said Mr. Price. ‘Never say die. All fun, ain’t it?’ + ‘That’s right,’ said Mr. Price. ‘Never say die. All fun, ain’t it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Prime!’ said the young gentleman. + ‘Prime!’ said the young gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘You’ve got some spirit about you, you have,’ said Price. ‘You’ve seen - something of life.’ + ‘You’ve got some spirit about you, you have,’ said Price. ‘You’ve seen + something of life.’ </p> <p> - ‘I rather think I have!’ replied the boy. He had looked at it through the + ‘I rather think I have!’ replied the boy. He had looked at it through the dirty panes of glass in a bar door. </p> <p> @@ -31558,7 +31490,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger on, was about to inquire whether he could not be accommodated with a private sitting-room, when two or three strangers of genteel appearance entered, at sight of whom the boy threw his cigar into the fire, and - whispering to Mr. Price that they had come to ‘make it all right’ for him, + whispering to Mr. Price that they had come to ‘make it all right’ for him, joined them at a table in the farther end of the room. </p> <p> @@ -31572,56 +31504,56 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger into the bargain, reclined his head upon the table, and howled dismally. </p> <p> - Very much satisfied with this sudden bringing down of the youth’s valour, + Very much satisfied with this sudden bringing down of the youth’s valour, and this effectual lowering of his tone, Mr. Pickwick rang the bell, and was shown, at his own request, into a private room furnished with a carpet, table, chairs, sideboard and sofa, and ornamented with a looking-glass, and various old prints. Here he had the advantage of - hearing Mrs. Namby’s performance on a square piano overhead, while the + hearing Mrs. Namby’s performance on a square piano overhead, while the breakfast was getting ready; when it came, Mr. Perker came too. </p> <p> - ‘Aha, my dear sir,’ said the little man, ‘nailed at last, eh? Come, come, - I’m not sorry for it either, because now you’ll see the absurdity of this - conduct. I’ve noted down the amount of the taxed costs and damages for + ‘Aha, my dear sir,’ said the little man, ‘nailed at last, eh? Come, come, + I’m not sorry for it either, because now you’ll see the absurdity of this + conduct. I’ve noted down the amount of the taxed costs and damages for which the ca-sa was issued, and we had better settle at once and lose no time. Namby is come home by this time, I dare say. What say you, my dear - sir? Shall I draw a cheque, or will you?’ The little man rubbed his hands - with affected cheerfulness as he said this, but glancing at Mr. Pickwick’s + sir? Shall I draw a cheque, or will you?’ The little man rubbed his hands + with affected cheerfulness as he said this, but glancing at Mr. Pickwick’s countenance, could not forbear at the same time casting a desponding look towards Sam Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Perker,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘let me hear no more of this, I beg. I see no - advantage in staying here, so I shall go to prison to-night.’ + ‘Perker,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘let me hear no more of this, I beg. I see no + advantage in staying here, so I shall go to prison to-night.’ </p> <p> - ‘You can’t go to Whitecross Street, my dear Sir,’ said Perker. - ‘Impossible! There are sixty beds in a ward; and the bolt’s on, sixteen - hours out of the four-and-twenty.’ + ‘You can’t go to Whitecross Street, my dear Sir,’ said Perker. + ‘Impossible! There are sixty beds in a ward; and the bolt’s on, sixteen + hours out of the four-and-twenty.’ </p> <p> - ‘I would rather go to some other place of confinement if I can,’ said Mr. - Pickwick. ‘If not, I must make the best I can of that.’ + ‘I would rather go to some other place of confinement if I can,’ said Mr. + Pickwick. ‘If not, I must make the best I can of that.’ </p> <p> - ‘You can go to the Fleet, my dear Sir, if you’re determined to go - somewhere,’ said Perker. + ‘You can go to the Fleet, my dear Sir, if you’re determined to go + somewhere,’ said Perker. </p> <p> - ‘That’ll do,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I’ll go there directly I have finished - my breakfast.’ + ‘That’ll do,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I’ll go there directly I have finished + my breakfast.’ </p> <p> - ‘Stop, stop, my dear Sir; not the least occasion for being in such a + ‘Stop, stop, my dear Sir; not the least occasion for being in such a violent hurry to get into a place that most other men are as eager to get - out of,’ said the good-natured little attorney. ‘We must have a - habeas-corpus. There’ll be no judge at chambers till four o’clock this - afternoon. You must wait till then.’ + out of,’ said the good-natured little attorney. ‘We must have a + habeas-corpus. There’ll be no judge at chambers till four o’clock this + afternoon. You must wait till then.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with unmoved patience. ‘Then we will have - a chop here, at two. See about it, Sam, and tell them to be punctual.’ + ‘Very good,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with unmoved patience. ‘Then we will have + a chop here, at two. See about it, Sam, and tell them to be punctual.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick remaining firm, despite all the remonstrances and arguments @@ -31631,9 +31563,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and could on no account be disturbed before. </p> <p> - There were two judges in attendance at Serjeant’s Inn—one King’s - Bench, and one Common Pleas—and a great deal of business appeared to - be transacting before them, if the number of lawyer’s clerks who were + There were two judges in attendance at Serjeant’s Inn—one King’s + Bench, and one Common Pleas—and a great deal of business appeared to + be transacting before them, if the number of lawyer’s clerks who were hurrying in and out with bundles of papers, afforded any test. When they reached the low archway which forms the entrance to the inn, Perker was detained a few moments parlaying with the coachman about the fare and the @@ -31663,13 +31595,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and observing that there was no time to lose, led the way into the inn. As Mr. Pickwick followed, the lame man stepped up to him, and civilly touching his hat, held out a written card, which Mr. Pickwick, not wishing - to hurt the man’s feelings by refusing, courteously accepted and deposited + to hurt the man’s feelings by refusing, courteously accepted and deposited in his waistcoat pocket. </p> <p> - ‘Now,’ said Perker, turning round before he entered one of the offices, to - see that his companions were close behind him. ‘In here, my dear sir. - Hallo, what do you want?’ + ‘Now,’ said Perker, turning round before he entered one of the offices, to + see that his companions were close behind him. ‘In here, my dear sir. + Hallo, what do you want?’ </p> <p> This last question was addressed to the lame man, who, unobserved by Mr. @@ -31678,23 +31610,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ said Perker, with a smile. ‘We don’t want you, my dear friend, - we don’t want you.’ + ‘No, no,’ said Perker, with a smile. ‘We don’t want you, my dear friend, + we don’t want you.’ </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon, sir,’ said the lame man. ‘The gentleman took my card. - I hope you will employ me, sir. The gentleman nodded to me. I’ll be judged - by the gentleman himself. You nodded to me, sir?’ + ‘I beg your pardon, sir,’ said the lame man. ‘The gentleman took my card. + I hope you will employ me, sir. The gentleman nodded to me. I’ll be judged + by the gentleman himself. You nodded to me, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Pooh, pooh, nonsense. You didn’t nod to anybody, Pickwick? A mistake, a - mistake,’ said Perker. + ‘Pooh, pooh, nonsense. You didn’t nod to anybody, Pickwick? A mistake, a + mistake,’ said Perker. </p> <p> - ‘The gentleman handed me his card,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, producing it - from his waistcoat pocket. ‘I accepted it, as the gentleman seemed to wish - it—in fact I had some curiosity to look at it when I should be at - leisure. I—’ + ‘The gentleman handed me his card,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, producing it + from his waistcoat pocket. ‘I accepted it, as the gentleman seemed to wish + it—in fact I had some curiosity to look at it when I should be at + leisure. I—’ </p> <p> The little attorney burst into a loud laugh, and returning the card to the @@ -31702,37 +31634,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the man turned away in dudgeon, that he was only a bail. </p> <p> - ‘A what!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘A what!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘A bail,’ replied Perker. + ‘A bail,’ replied Perker. </p> <p> - ‘A bail!’ + ‘A bail!’ </p> <p> - Yes, my dear sir—half a dozen of ‘em here. Bail you to any amount, - and only charge half a crown. Curious trade, isn’t it?’ said Perker, + Yes, my dear sir—half a dozen of ‘em here. Bail you to any amount, + and only charge half a crown. Curious trade, isn’t it?’ said Perker, regaling himself with a pinch of snuff. </p> <p> - ‘What! Am I to understand that these men earn a livelihood by waiting + ‘What! Am I to understand that these men earn a livelihood by waiting about here, to perjure themselves before the judges of the land, at the - rate of half a crown a crime?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, quite aghast at the + rate of half a crown a crime?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, quite aghast at the disclosure. </p> <p> - ‘Why, I don’t exactly know about perjury, my dear sir,’ replied the little - gentleman. ‘Harsh word, my dear sir, very harsh word indeed. It’s a legal - fiction, my dear sir, nothing more.’ Saying which, the attorney shrugged + ‘Why, I don’t exactly know about perjury, my dear sir,’ replied the little + gentleman. ‘Harsh word, my dear sir, very harsh word indeed. It’s a legal + fiction, my dear sir, nothing more.’ Saying which, the attorney shrugged his shoulders, smiled, took a second pinch of snuff, and led the way into - the office of the judge’s clerk. + the office of the judge’s clerk. </p> <p> This was a room of specially dirty appearance, with a very low ceiling and old panelled walls; and so badly lighted, that although it was broad day outside, great tallow candles were burning on the desks. At one end, was a - door leading to the judge’s private apartment, round which were + door leading to the judge’s private apartment, round which were congregated a crowd of attorneys and managing clerks, who were called in, in the order in which their respective appointments stood upon the file. Every time this door was opened to let a party out, the next party made a @@ -31745,10 +31677,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Nor were the conversations of these gentlemen the only sounds that broke upon the ear. Standing on a box behind a wooden bar at another end of the - room was a clerk in spectacles who was ‘taking the affidavits’; large + room was a clerk in spectacles who was ‘taking the affidavits’; large batches of which were, from time to time, carried into the private room by - another clerk for the judge’s signature. There were a large number of - attorneys’ clerks to be sworn, and it being a moral impossibility to swear + another clerk for the judge’s signature. There were a large number of + attorneys’ clerks to be sworn, and it being a moral impossibility to swear them all at once, the struggles of these gentlemen to reach the clerk in spectacles, were like those of a crowd to get in at the pit door of a theatre when Gracious Majesty honours it with its presence. Another @@ -31757,11 +31689,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger their affidavits after they had been signed by the judge, which gave rise to a few more scuffles; and all these things going on at the same time, occasioned as much bustle as the most active and excitable person could - desire to behold. There were yet another class of persons—those who + desire to behold. There were yet another class of persons—those who were waiting to attend summonses their employers had taken out, which it - was optional to the attorney on the opposite side to attend or not—and + was optional to the attorney on the opposite side to attend or not—and whose business it was, from time to time, to cry out the opposite - attorney’s name; to make certain that he was not in attendance without + attorney’s name; to make certain that he was not in attendance without their knowledge. </p> <p> @@ -31773,13 +31705,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger A clerk hurried in with a bundle of papers, and stared about him. </p> <p> - ‘Sniggle and Blink,’ cried the tenor. + ‘Sniggle and Blink,’ cried the tenor. </p> <p> - ‘Porkin and Snob,’ growled the bass. + ‘Porkin and Snob,’ growled the bass. </p> <p> - ‘Stumpy and Deacon,’ said the new-comer. + ‘Stumpy and Deacon,’ said the new-comer. </p> <p> Nobody answered; the next man who came in, was bailed by the whole three; @@ -31789,21 +31721,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> All this time, the man in the spectacles was hard at work, swearing the clerks; the oath being invariably administered, without any effort at - punctuation, and usually in the following terms:— + punctuation, and usually in the following terms:— </p> <p> - ‘Take the book in your right hand this is your name and hand-writing you + ‘Take the book in your right hand this is your name and hand-writing you swear that the contents of this your affidavit are true so help you God a - shilling you must get change I haven’t got it.’ + shilling you must get change I haven’t got it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I suppose they are getting the <i>Habeas-corpus</i> - ready?’ + ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I suppose they are getting the <i>Habeas-corpus</i> + ready?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said Sam, ‘and I vish they’d bring out the have-his-carcase. It’s - wery unpleasant keepin’ us vaitin’ here. I’d ha’ got half a dozen - have-his-carcases ready, pack’d up and all, by this time.’ + ‘Yes,’ said Sam, ‘and I vish they’d bring out the have-his-carcase. It’s + wery unpleasant keepin’ us vaitin’ here. I’d ha’ got half a dozen + have-his-carcases ready, pack’d up and all, by this time.’ </p> <p> What sort of cumbrous and unmanageable machine, Sam Weller imagined a @@ -31818,16 +31750,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was fully paid and satisfied. </p> <p> - ‘And that,’ said Mr. Pickwick, laughing, ‘will be a very long time. Sam, - call another hackney-coach. Perker, my dear friend, good-bye.’ + ‘And that,’ said Mr. Pickwick, laughing, ‘will be a very long time. Sam, + call another hackney-coach. Perker, my dear friend, good-bye.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall go with you, and see you safe there,’ said Perker. + ‘I shall go with you, and see you safe there,’ said Perker. </p> <p> - ‘Indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘I would rather go without any other + ‘Indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘I would rather go without any other attendant than Sam. As soon as I get settled, I will write and let you - know, and I shall expect you immediately. Until then, good-bye.’ + know, and I shall expect you immediately. Until then, good-bye.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Pickwick said this, he got into the coach which had by this time @@ -31835,22 +31767,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger box, it rolled away. </p> <p> - ‘A most extraordinary man that!’ said Perker, as he stopped to pull on his + ‘A most extraordinary man that!’ said Perker, as he stopped to pull on his gloves. </p> <p> - ‘What a bankrupt he’d make, Sir,’ observed Mr. Lowten, who was standing - near. ‘How he would bother the commissioners! He’d set ‘em at defiance if - they talked of committing him, Sir.’ + ‘What a bankrupt he’d make, Sir,’ observed Mr. Lowten, who was standing + near. ‘How he would bother the commissioners! He’d set ‘em at defiance if + they talked of committing him, Sir.’ </p> <p> - The attorney did not appear very much delighted with his clerk’s - professional estimate of Mr. Pickwick’s character, for he walked away + The attorney did not appear very much delighted with his clerk’s + professional estimate of Mr. Pickwick’s character, for he walked away without deigning any reply. </p> <p> The hackney-coach jolted along Fleet Street, as hackney-coaches usually - do. The horses ‘went better’, the driver said, when they had anything + do. The horses ‘went better’, the driver said, when they had anything before them (they must have gone at a most extraordinary pace when there was nothing), and so the vehicle kept behind a cart; when the cart stopped, it stopped; and when the cart went on again, it did the same. Mr. @@ -31858,7 +31790,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger between his knees, whistling a tune, and looking out of the coach window. </p> <p> - Time performs wonders. By the powerful old gentleman’s aid, even a + Time performs wonders. By the powerful old gentleman’s aid, even a hackney-coach gets over half a mile of ground. They stopped at length, and Mr. Pickwick alighted at the gate of the Fleet. </p> @@ -31873,17 +31805,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Here they stopped, while the tipstaff delivered his papers; and here Mr. Pickwick was apprised that he would remain, until he had undergone the - ceremony, known to the initiated as ‘sitting for your portrait.’ + ceremony, known to the initiated as ‘sitting for your portrait.’ </p> <p> - ‘Sitting for my portrait?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Sitting for my portrait?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Having your likeness taken, sir,’ replied the stout turnkey. + ‘Having your likeness taken, sir,’ replied the stout turnkey. </p> <p> - ‘We’re capital hands at likenesses here. Take ‘em in no time, and always - exact. Walk in, sir, and make yourself at home.’ + ‘We’re capital hands at likenesses here. Take ‘em in no time, and always + exact. Walk in, sir, and make yourself at home.’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20227m.jpg" alt="20227m " /><br /> @@ -31898,19 +31830,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger different turnkeys, in order that they might know prisoners from visitors. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘then I wish the artists would come. This - is rather a public place.’ + ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘then I wish the artists would come. This + is rather a public place.’ </p> <p> - ‘They von’t be long, Sir, I des-say,’ replied Sam. ‘There’s a Dutch clock, - sir.’ + ‘They von’t be long, Sir, I des-say,’ replied Sam. ‘There’s a Dutch clock, + sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘So I see,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘So I see,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘And a bird-cage, sir,’ says Sam. ‘Veels vithin veels, a prison in a - prison. Ain’t it, Sir?’ + ‘And a bird-cage, sir,’ says Sam. ‘Veels vithin veels, a prison in a + prison. Ain’t it, Sir?’ </p> <p> As Mr. Weller made this philosophical remark, Mr. Pickwick was aware that @@ -31936,13 +31868,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger he might now proceed into the prison. </p> <p> - ‘Where am I to sleep to-night?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Where am I to sleep to-night?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Why, I don’t rightly know about to-night,’ replied the stout turnkey. - ‘You’ll be chummed on somebody to-morrow, and then you’ll be all snug and - comfortable. The first night’s generally rather unsettled, but you’ll be - set all squares to-morrow.’ + ‘Why, I don’t rightly know about to-night,’ replied the stout turnkey. + ‘You’ll be chummed on somebody to-morrow, and then you’ll be all snug and + comfortable. The first night’s generally rather unsettled, but you’ll be + set all squares to-morrow.’ </p> <p> After some discussion, it was discovered that one of the turnkeys had a @@ -31950,13 +31882,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to hire it. </p> <p> - ‘If you’ll come with me, I’ll show it you at once,’ said the man. ‘It - ain’t a large ‘un; but it’s an out-and-outer to sleep in. This way, sir.’ + ‘If you’ll come with me, I’ll show it you at once,’ said the man. ‘It + ain’t a large ‘un; but it’s an out-and-outer to sleep in. This way, sir.’ </p> <p> They passed through the inner gate, and descended a short flight of steps. The key was turned after them; and Mr. Pickwick found himself, for the - first time in his life, within the walls of a debtors’ prison. + first time in his life, within the walls of a debtors’ prison. </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0041" id="link2HCH0041"> @@ -31978,37 +31910,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger paved with stone, and very dimly lighted by a window at each remote end. </p> <p> - ‘This,’ said the gentleman, thrusting his hands into his pockets, and - looking carelessly over his shoulder to Mr. Pickwick—‘this here is - the hall flight.’ + ‘This,’ said the gentleman, thrusting his hands into his pockets, and + looking carelessly over his shoulder to Mr. Pickwick—‘this here is + the hall flight.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking down a dark and filthy staircase, + ‘Oh,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking down a dark and filthy staircase, which appeared to lead to a range of damp and gloomy stone vaults, beneath - the ground, ‘and those, I suppose, are the little cellars where the + the ground, ‘and those, I suppose, are the little cellars where the prisoners keep their small quantities of coals. Unpleasant places to have - to go down to; but very convenient, I dare say.’ + to go down to; but very convenient, I dare say.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I shouldn’t wonder if they was convenient,’ replied the gentleman, - ‘seeing that a few people live there, pretty snug. That’s the Fair, that - is.’ + ‘Yes, I shouldn’t wonder if they was convenient,’ replied the gentleman, + ‘seeing that a few people live there, pretty snug. That’s the Fair, that + is.’ </p> <p> - ‘My friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘you don’t really mean to say that human - beings live down in those wretched dungeons?’ + ‘My friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘you don’t really mean to say that human + beings live down in those wretched dungeons?’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t I?’ replied Mr. Roker, with indignant astonishment; ‘why shouldn’t - I?’ + ‘Don’t I?’ replied Mr. Roker, with indignant astonishment; ‘why shouldn’t + I?’ </p> <p> - ‘Live!—live down there!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Live!—live down there!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Live down there! Yes, and die down there, too, very often!’ replied Mr. - Roker; ‘and what of that? Who’s got to say anything agin it? Live down - there! Yes, and a wery good place it is to live in, ain’t it?’ + ‘Live down there! Yes, and die down there, too, very often!’ replied Mr. + Roker; ‘and what of that? Who’s got to say anything agin it? Live down + there! Yes, and a wery good place it is to live in, ain’t it?’ </p> <p> As Roker turned somewhat fiercely upon Mr. Pickwick in saying this, and @@ -32020,11 +31952,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger ascent he was closely followed by Mr. Pickwick and Sam. </p> <p> - ‘There,’ said Mr. Roker, pausing for breath when they reached another - gallery of the same dimensions as the one below, ‘this is the coffee-room - flight; the one above’s the third, and the one above that’s the top; and - the room where you’re a-going to sleep to-night is the warden’s room, and - it’s this way—come on.’ Having said all this in a breath, Mr. Roker + ‘There,’ said Mr. Roker, pausing for breath when they reached another + gallery of the same dimensions as the one below, ‘this is the coffee-room + flight; the one above’s the third, and the one above that’s the top; and + the room where you’re a-going to sleep to-night is the warden’s room, and + it’s this way—come on.’ Having said all this in a breath, Mr. Roker mounted another flight of stairs with Mr. Pickwick and Sam Weller following at his heels. </p> @@ -32032,10 +31964,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger These staircases received light from sundry windows placed at some little distance above the floor, and looking into a gravelled area bounded by a high brick wall, with iron <i>chevaux-de-frise</i> at the top. This area, - it appeared from Mr. Roker’s statement, was the racket-ground; and it + it appeared from Mr. Roker’s statement, was the racket-ground; and it further appeared, on the testimony of the same gentleman, that there was a smaller area in that portion of the prison which was nearest Farringdon - Street, denominated and called ‘the Painted Ground,’ from the fact of its + Street, denominated and called ‘the Painted Ground,’ from the fact of its walls having once displayed the semblance of various men-of-war in full sail, and other artistical effects achieved in bygone times by some imprisoned draughtsman in his leisure hours. @@ -32049,61 +31981,61 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger means inviting, containing eight or nine iron bedsteads. </p> <p> - ‘There,’ said Mr. Roker, holding the door open, and looking triumphantly - round at Mr. Pickwick, ‘there’s a room!’ + ‘There,’ said Mr. Roker, holding the door open, and looking triumphantly + round at Mr. Pickwick, ‘there’s a room!’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s face, however, betokened such a very trifling portion of + Mr. Pickwick’s face, however, betokened such a very trifling portion of satisfaction at the appearance of his lodging, that Mr. Roker looked, for a reciprocity of feeling, into the countenance of Samuel Weller, who, until now, had observed a dignified silence. </p> <p> - ‘There’s a room, young man,’ observed Mr. Roker. + ‘There’s a room, young man,’ observed Mr. Roker. </p> <p> - ‘I see it,’ replied Sam, with a placid nod of the head. + ‘I see it,’ replied Sam, with a placid nod of the head. </p> <p> - ‘You wouldn’t think to find such a room as this in the Farringdon Hotel, - would you?’ said Mr. Roker, with a complacent smile. + ‘You wouldn’t think to find such a room as this in the Farringdon Hotel, + would you?’ said Mr. Roker, with a complacent smile. </p> <p> To this Mr. Weller replied with an easy and unstudied closing of one eye; which might be considered to mean, either that he would have thought it, or that he would not have thought it, or that he had never thought - anything at all about it, as the observer’s imagination suggested. Having + anything at all about it, as the observer’s imagination suggested. Having executed this feat, and reopened his eye, Mr. Weller proceeded to inquire which was the individual bedstead that Mr. Roker had so flatteringly described as an out-and-outer to sleep in. </p> <p> - ‘That’s it,’ replied Mr. Roker, pointing to a very rusty one in a corner. - ‘It would make any one go to sleep, that bedstead would, whether they - wanted to or not.’ + ‘That’s it,’ replied Mr. Roker, pointing to a very rusty one in a corner. + ‘It would make any one go to sleep, that bedstead would, whether they + wanted to or not.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should think,’ said Sam, eyeing the piece of furniture in question with - a look of excessive disgust—‘I should think poppies was nothing to - it.’ + ‘I should think,’ said Sam, eyeing the piece of furniture in question with + a look of excessive disgust—‘I should think poppies was nothing to + it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing at all,’ said Mr. Roker. + ‘Nothing at all,’ said Mr. Roker. </p> <p> - ‘And I s’pose,’ said Sam, with a sidelong glance at his master, as if to + ‘And I s’pose,’ said Sam, with a sidelong glance at his master, as if to see whether there were any symptoms of his determination being shaken by - what passed, ‘I s’pose the other gen’l’men as sleeps here <i>are </i>gen’l’men.’ + what passed, ‘I s’pose the other gen’l’men as sleeps here <i>are </i>gen’l’men.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing but it,’ said Mr. Roker. ‘One of ‘em takes his twelve pints of - ale a day, and never leaves off smoking even at his meals.’ + ‘Nothing but it,’ said Mr. Roker. ‘One of ‘em takes his twelve pints of + ale a day, and never leaves off smoking even at his meals.’ </p> <p> - ‘He must be a first-rater,’ said Sam. + ‘He must be a first-rater,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘A1,’ replied Mr. Roker. + ‘A1,’ replied Mr. Roker. </p> <p> Nothing daunted, even by this intelligence, Mr. Pickwick smilingly @@ -32142,130 +32074,130 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger There were many classes of people here, from the labouring man in his fustian jacket, to the broken-down spendthrift in his shawl dressing-gown, most appropriately out at elbows; but there was the same air about them - all—a kind of listless, jail-bird, careless swagger, a vagabondish - who’s-afraid sort of bearing, which is wholly indescribable in words, but + all—a kind of listless, jail-bird, careless swagger, a vagabondish + who’s-afraid sort of bearing, which is wholly indescribable in words, but which any man can understand in one moment if he wish, by setting foot in - the nearest debtors’ prison, and looking at the very first group of people + the nearest debtors’ prison, and looking at the very first group of people he sees there, with the same interest as Mr. Pickwick did. </p> <p> - ‘It strikes me, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, leaning over the iron rail at the - stair-head, ‘it strikes me, Sam, that imprisonment for debt is scarcely - any punishment at all.’ + ‘It strikes me, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, leaning over the iron rail at the + stair-head, ‘it strikes me, Sam, that imprisonment for debt is scarcely + any punishment at all.’ </p> <p> - ‘Think not, sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘Think not, sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘You see how these fellows drink, and smoke, and roar,’ replied Mr. - Pickwick. ‘It’s quite impossible that they can mind it much.’ + ‘You see how these fellows drink, and smoke, and roar,’ replied Mr. + Pickwick. ‘It’s quite impossible that they can mind it much.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, that’s just the wery thing, Sir,’ rejoined Sam, ‘they don’t mind it; - it’s a reg’lar holiday to them—all porter and skittles. It’s the - t’other vuns as gets done over vith this sort o’ thing; them down-hearted - fellers as can’t svig avay at the beer, nor play at skittles neither; them - as vould pay if they could, and gets low by being boxed up. I’ll tell you - wot it is, sir; them as is always a-idlin’ in public-houses it don’t - damage at all, and them as is alvays a-workin’ wen they can, it damages - too much. “It’s unekal,” as my father used to say wen his grog worn’t made - half-and-half: “it’s unekal, and that’s the fault on it.”’ + ‘Ah, that’s just the wery thing, Sir,’ rejoined Sam, ‘they don’t mind it; + it’s a reg’lar holiday to them—all porter and skittles. It’s the + t’other vuns as gets done over vith this sort o’ thing; them down-hearted + fellers as can’t svig avay at the beer, nor play at skittles neither; them + as vould pay if they could, and gets low by being boxed up. I’ll tell you + wot it is, sir; them as is always a-idlin’ in public-houses it don’t + damage at all, and them as is alvays a-workin’ wen they can, it damages + too much. “It’s unekal,” as my father used to say wen his grog worn’t made + half-and-half: “it’s unekal, and that’s the fault on it.”’ </p> <p> - ‘I think you’re right, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after a few moments’ - reflection, ‘quite right.’ + ‘I think you’re right, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after a few moments’ + reflection, ‘quite right.’ </p> <p> - ‘P’raps, now and then, there’s some honest people as likes it,’ observed - Mr. Weller, in a ruminative tone, ‘but I never heerd o’ one as I can call - to mind, ‘cept the little dirty-faced man in the brown coat; and that was - force of habit.’ + ‘P’raps, now and then, there’s some honest people as likes it,’ observed + Mr. Weller, in a ruminative tone, ‘but I never heerd o’ one as I can call + to mind, ‘cept the little dirty-faced man in the brown coat; and that was + force of habit.’ </p> <p> - ‘And who was he?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘And who was he?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wy, that’s just the wery point as nobody never know’d,’ replied Sam. + ‘Wy, that’s just the wery point as nobody never know’d,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘But what did he do?’ + ‘But what did he do?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wy, he did wot many men as has been much better know’d has done in their - time, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘he run a match agin the constable, and vun it.’ + ‘Wy, he did wot many men as has been much better know’d has done in their + time, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘he run a match agin the constable, and vun it.’ </p> <p> - ‘In other words, I suppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘he got into debt.’ + ‘In other words, I suppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘he got into debt.’ </p> <p> - ‘Just that, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘and in course o’ time he come here in - consekens. It warn’t much—execution for nine pound nothin’, - multiplied by five for costs; but hows’ever here he stopped for seventeen + ‘Just that, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘and in course o’ time he come here in + consekens. It warn’t much—execution for nine pound nothin’, + multiplied by five for costs; but hows’ever here he stopped for seventeen year. If he got any wrinkles in his face, they were stopped up vith the dirt, for both the dirty face and the brown coat wos just the same at the - end o’ that time as they wos at the beginnin’. He wos a wery peaceful, - inoffendin’ little creetur, and wos alvays a-bustlin’ about for somebody, - or playin’ rackets and never vinnin’; till at last the turnkeys they got - quite fond on him, and he wos in the lodge ev’ry night, a-chattering vith - ‘em, and tellin’ stories, and all that ‘ere. Vun night he wos in there as + end o’ that time as they wos at the beginnin’. He wos a wery peaceful, + inoffendin’ little creetur, and wos alvays a-bustlin’ about for somebody, + or playin’ rackets and never vinnin’; till at last the turnkeys they got + quite fond on him, and he wos in the lodge ev’ry night, a-chattering vith + ‘em, and tellin’ stories, and all that ‘ere. Vun night he wos in there as usual, along vith a wery old friend of his, as wos on the lock, ven he - says all of a sudden, “I ain’t seen the market outside, Bill,” he says - (Fleet Market wos there at that time)—“I ain’t seen the market - outside, Bill,” he says, “for seventeen year.” “I know you ain’t,” says - the turnkey, smoking his pipe. “I should like to see it for a minit, - Bill,” he says. “Wery probable,” says the turnkey, smoking his pipe wery - fierce, and making believe he warn’t up to wot the little man wanted. - “Bill,” says the little man, more abrupt than afore, “I’ve got the fancy + says all of a sudden, “I ain’t seen the market outside, Bill,” he says + (Fleet Market wos there at that time)—“I ain’t seen the market + outside, Bill,” he says, “for seventeen year.” “I know you ain’t,” says + the turnkey, smoking his pipe. “I should like to see it for a minit, + Bill,” he says. “Wery probable,” says the turnkey, smoking his pipe wery + fierce, and making believe he warn’t up to wot the little man wanted. + “Bill,” says the little man, more abrupt than afore, “I’ve got the fancy in my head. Let me see the public streets once more afore I die; and if I - ain’t struck with apoplexy, I’ll be back in five minits by the clock.” - “And wot ‘ud become o’ me if you <i>wos </i>struck with apoplexy?” said - the turnkey. “Wy,” says the little creetur, “whoever found me, ‘ud bring - me home, for I’ve got my card in my pocket, Bill,” he says, “No. 20, - Coffee-room Flight”: and that wos true, sure enough, for wen he wanted to + ain’t struck with apoplexy, I’ll be back in five minits by the clock.” + “And wot ‘ud become o’ me if you <i>wos </i>struck with apoplexy?” said + the turnkey. “Wy,” says the little creetur, “whoever found me, ‘ud bring + me home, for I’ve got my card in my pocket, Bill,” he says, “No. 20, + Coffee-room Flight”: and that wos true, sure enough, for wen he wanted to make the acquaintance of any new-comer, he used to pull out a little limp - card vith them words on it and nothin’ else; in consideration of vich, he + card vith them words on it and nothin’ else; in consideration of vich, he vos alvays called Number Tventy. The turnkey takes a fixed look at him, - and at last he says in a solemn manner, “Tventy,” he says, “I’ll trust - you; you Won’t get your old friend into trouble.” “No, my boy; I hope I’ve - somethin’ better behind here,” says the little man; and as he said it he - hit his little vesket wery hard, and then a tear started out o’ each eye, + and at last he says in a solemn manner, “Tventy,” he says, “I’ll trust + you; you Won’t get your old friend into trouble.” “No, my boy; I hope I’ve + somethin’ better behind here,” says the little man; and as he said it he + hit his little vesket wery hard, and then a tear started out o’ each eye, which wos wery extraordinary, for it wos supposed as water never touched - his face. He shook the turnkey by the hand; out he vent—’ + his face. He shook the turnkey by the hand; out he vent—’ </p> <p> - ‘And never came back again,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘And never came back again,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wrong for vunce, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘for back he come, two minits - afore the time, a-bilin’ with rage, sayin’ how he’d been nearly run over - by a hackney-coach that he warn’t used to it; and he was blowed if he - wouldn’t write to the lord mayor. They got him pacified at last; and for - five years arter that, he never even so much as peeped out o’ the lodge - gate.’ + ‘Wrong for vunce, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘for back he come, two minits + afore the time, a-bilin’ with rage, sayin’ how he’d been nearly run over + by a hackney-coach that he warn’t used to it; and he was blowed if he + wouldn’t write to the lord mayor. They got him pacified at last; and for + five years arter that, he never even so much as peeped out o’ the lodge + gate.’ </p> <p> - ‘At the expiration of that time he died, I suppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘At the expiration of that time he died, I suppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No, he didn’t, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘He got a curiosity to go and taste the + ‘No, he didn’t, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘He got a curiosity to go and taste the beer at a new public-house over the way, and it wos such a wery nice parlour, that he took it into his head to go there every night, which he - did for a long time, always comin’ back reg’lar about a quarter of an hour + did for a long time, always comin’ back reg’lar about a quarter of an hour afore the gate shut, which was all wery snug and comfortable. At last he began to get so precious jolly, that he used to forget how the time vent, - or care nothin’ at all about it, and he went on gettin’ later and later, - till vun night his old friend wos just a-shuttin’ the gate—had - turned the key in fact—wen he come up. “Hold hard, Bill,” he says. - “Wot, ain’t you come home yet, Tventy?” says the turnkey, “I thought you - wos in, long ago.” “No, I wasn’t,” says the little man, with a smile. - “Well, then, I’ll tell you wot it is, my friend,” says the turnkey, - openin’ the gate wery slow and sulky, “it’s my ‘pinion as you’ve got into - bad company o’ late, which I’m wery sorry to see. Now, I don’t wish to do - nothing harsh,” he says, “but if you can’t confine yourself to steady - circles, and find your vay back at reg’lar hours, as sure as you’re - a-standin’ there, I’ll shut you out altogether!” The little man was seized - vith a wiolent fit o’ tremblin’, and never vent outside the prison walls - artervards!’ + or care nothin’ at all about it, and he went on gettin’ later and later, + till vun night his old friend wos just a-shuttin’ the gate—had + turned the key in fact—wen he come up. “Hold hard, Bill,” he says. + “Wot, ain’t you come home yet, Tventy?” says the turnkey, “I thought you + wos in, long ago.” “No, I wasn’t,” says the little man, with a smile. + “Well, then, I’ll tell you wot it is, my friend,” says the turnkey, + openin’ the gate wery slow and sulky, “it’s my ‘pinion as you’ve got into + bad company o’ late, which I’m wery sorry to see. Now, I don’t wish to do + nothing harsh,” he says, “but if you can’t confine yourself to steady + circles, and find your vay back at reg’lar hours, as sure as you’re + a-standin’ there, I’ll shut you out altogether!” The little man was seized + vith a wiolent fit o’ tremblin’, and never vent outside the prison walls + artervards!’ </p> <p> As Sam concluded, Mr. Pickwick slowly retraced his steps downstairs. After @@ -32273,7 +32205,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was nearly deserted, he intimated to Mr. Weller that he thought it high time for him to withdraw for the night; requesting him to seek a bed in some adjacent public-house, and return early in the morning, to make - arrangements for the removal of his master’s wardrobe from the George and + arrangements for the removal of his master’s wardrobe from the George and Vulture. This request Mr. Samuel Weller prepared to obey, with as good a grace as he could assume, but with a very considerable show of reluctance nevertheless. He even went so far as to essay sundry ineffectual hints @@ -32283,7 +32215,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> There is no disguising the fact that Mr. Pickwick felt very low-spirited - and uncomfortable—not for lack of society, for the prison was very + and uncomfortable—not for lack of society, for the prison was very full, and a bottle of wine would at once have purchased the utmost good-fellowship of a few choice spirits, without any more formal ceremony of introduction; but he was alone in the coarse, vulgar crowd, and felt @@ -32308,11 +32240,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and tried to soothe her. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s heart was really too full to bear it, and he went upstairs + Mr. Pickwick’s heart was really too full to bear it, and he went upstairs to bed. </p> <p> - Now, although the warder’s room was a very uncomfortable one (being, in + Now, although the warder’s room was a very uncomfortable one (being, in every point of decoration and convenience, several hundred degrees inferior to the common infirmary of a county jail), it had at present the merit of being wholly deserted save by Mr. Pickwick himself. So, he sat @@ -32322,7 +32254,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger value to the freehold of a small street in the suburbs of London, he took to wondering what possible temptation could have induced a dingy-looking fly that was crawling over his pantaloons, to come into a close prison, - when he had the choice of so many airy situations—a course of + when he had the choice of so many airy situations—a course of meditation which led him to the irresistible conclusion that the insect was insane. After settling this point, he began to be conscious that he was getting sleepy; whereupon he took his nightcap out of the pocket in @@ -32330,9 +32262,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger undressing himself, got into bed and fell asleep. </p> <p> - ‘Bravo! Heel over toe—cut and shuffle—pay away at it, Zephyr! - I’m smothered if the opera house isn’t your proper hemisphere. Keep it up! - Hooray!’ These expressions, delivered in a most boisterous tone, and + ‘Bravo! Heel over toe—cut and shuffle—pay away at it, Zephyr! + I’m smothered if the opera house isn’t your proper hemisphere. Keep it up! + Hooray!’ These expressions, delivered in a most boisterous tone, and accompanied with loud peals of laughter, roused Mr. Pickwick from one of those sound slumbers which, lasting in reality some half-hour, seem to the sleeper to have been protracted for three weeks or a month. @@ -32365,7 +32297,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> This last man was an admirable specimen of a class of gentry which never - can be seen in full perfection but in such places—they may be met + can be seen in full perfection but in such places—they may be met with, in an imperfect state, occasionally about stable-yards and Public-houses; but they never attain their full bloom except in these hot-beds, which would almost seem to be considerately provided by the @@ -32392,34 +32324,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger not to wake the gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Why, bless the gentleman’s honest heart and soul!’ said the Zephyr, - turning round and affecting the extremity of surprise; ‘the gentleman is + ‘Why, bless the gentleman’s honest heart and soul!’ said the Zephyr, + turning round and affecting the extremity of surprise; ‘the gentleman is awake. Hem, Shakespeare! How do you do, Sir? How is Mary and Sarah, sir? and the dear old lady at home, Sir? Will you have the kindness to put my - compliments into the first little parcel you’re sending that way, sir, and - say that I would have sent ‘em before, only I was afraid they might be - broken in the wagon, sir?’ + compliments into the first little parcel you’re sending that way, sir, and + say that I would have sent ‘em before, only I was afraid they might be + broken in the wagon, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t overwhelm the gentlemen with ordinary civilities when you see he’s - anxious to have something to drink,’ said the gentleman with the whiskers, - with a jocose air. ‘Why don’t you ask the gentleman what he’ll take?’ + ‘Don’t overwhelm the gentlemen with ordinary civilities when you see he’s + anxious to have something to drink,’ said the gentleman with the whiskers, + with a jocose air. ‘Why don’t you ask the gentleman what he’ll take?’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, I quite forgot,’ replied the other. ‘What will you take, sir? + ‘Dear me, I quite forgot,’ replied the other. ‘What will you take, sir? Will you take port wine, sir, or sherry wine, sir? I can recommend the - ale, sir; or perhaps you’d like to taste the porter, sir? Allow me to have - the felicity of hanging up your nightcap, Sir.’ + ale, sir; or perhaps you’d like to taste the porter, sir? Allow me to have + the felicity of hanging up your nightcap, Sir.’ </p> <p> - With this, the speaker snatched that article of dress from Mr. Pickwick’s + With this, the speaker snatched that article of dress from Mr. Pickwick’s head, and fixed it in a twinkling on that of the drunken man, who, firmly impressed with the belief that he was delighting a numerous assembly, continued to hammer away at the comic song in the most melancholy strains imaginable. </p> <p> - Taking a man’s nightcap from his brow by violent means, and adjusting it + Taking a man’s nightcap from his brow by violent means, and adjusting it on the head of an unknown gentleman, of dirty exterior, however ingenious a witticism in itself, is unquestionably one of those which come under the denomination of practical jokes. Viewing the matter precisely in this @@ -32430,14 +32362,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger placed himself in an attitude of defence. </p> <p> - ‘Now,’ said Mr. Pickwick, gasping no less from excitement than from the - expenditure of so much energy, ‘come on—both of you—both of - you!’ With this liberal invitation the worthy gentleman communicated a + ‘Now,’ said Mr. Pickwick, gasping no less from excitement than from the + expenditure of so much energy, ‘come on—both of you—both of + you!’ With this liberal invitation the worthy gentleman communicated a revolving motion to his clenched fists, by way of appalling his antagonists with a display of science. </p> <p> - It might have been Mr. Pickwick’s very unexpected gallantry, or it might + It might have been Mr. Pickwick’s very unexpected gallantry, or it might have been the complicated manner in which he had got himself out of bed, and fallen all in a mass upon the hornpipe man, that touched his adversaries. Touched they were; for, instead of then and there making an @@ -32446,43 +32378,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger finally laughed outright. </p> <p> - ‘Well, you’re a trump, and I like you all the better for it,’ said the - Zephyr. ‘Now jump into bed again, or you’ll catch the rheumatics. No - malice, I hope?’ said the man, extending a hand the size of the yellow - clump of fingers which sometimes swings over a glover’s door. + ‘Well, you’re a trump, and I like you all the better for it,’ said the + Zephyr. ‘Now jump into bed again, or you’ll catch the rheumatics. No + malice, I hope?’ said the man, extending a hand the size of the yellow + clump of fingers which sometimes swings over a glover’s door. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with great alacrity; for, now that the + ‘Certainly not,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with great alacrity; for, now that the excitement was over, he began to feel rather cool about the legs. </p> <p> - ‘Allow me the H-onour,’ said the gentleman with the whiskers, presenting + ‘Allow me the H-onour,’ said the gentleman with the whiskers, presenting his dexter hand, and aspirating the h. </p> <p> - ‘With much pleasure, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and having executed a very + ‘With much pleasure, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick; and having executed a very long and solemn shake, he got into bed again. </p> <p> - ‘My name is Smangle, sir,’ said the man with the whiskers. + ‘My name is Smangle, sir,’ said the man with the whiskers. </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Mine is Mivins,’ said the man in the stockings. + ‘Mine is Mivins,’ said the man in the stockings. </p> <p> - ‘I am delighted to hear it, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I am delighted to hear it, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Hem,’ coughed Mr. Smangle. + ‘Hem,’ coughed Mr. Smangle. </p> <p> - ‘Did you speak, sir?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Did you speak, sir?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No, I did not, sir,’ said Mr. Smangle. + ‘No, I did not, sir,’ said Mr. Smangle. </p> <p> All this was very genteel and pleasant; and, to make matters still more @@ -32492,85 +32424,85 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger supposed to understand them. </p> <p> - ‘Are you going through the court, sir?’ inquired Mr. Smangle. + ‘Are you going through the court, sir?’ inquired Mr. Smangle. </p> <p> - ‘Through the what?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Through the what?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Through the court—Portugal Street—the Court for Relief of—you - know.’ + ‘Through the court—Portugal Street—the Court for Relief of—you + know.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘No, I am not.’ + ‘Oh, no,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘No, I am not.’ </p> <p> - ‘Going out, perhaps?’ suggested Mr. Mivins. + ‘Going out, perhaps?’ suggested Mr. Mivins. </p> <p> - ‘I fear not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘I refuse to pay some damages, and am - here in consequence.’ + ‘I fear not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘I refuse to pay some damages, and am + here in consequence.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Smangle, ‘paper has been my ruin.’ + ‘Ah,’ said Mr. Smangle, ‘paper has been my ruin.’ </p> <p> - ‘A stationer, I presume, Sir?’ said Mr. Pickwick innocently. + ‘A stationer, I presume, Sir?’ said Mr. Pickwick innocently. </p> <p> - ‘Stationer! No, no; confound and curse me! Not so low as that. No trade. - When I say paper, I mean bills.’ + ‘Stationer! No, no; confound and curse me! Not so low as that. No trade. + When I say paper, I mean bills.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you use the word in that sense. I see,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Oh, you use the word in that sense. I see,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Damme! A gentleman must expect reverses,’ said Smangle. ‘What of that? - Here am I in the Fleet Prison. Well; good. What then? I’m none the worse - for that, am I?’ + ‘Damme! A gentleman must expect reverses,’ said Smangle. ‘What of that? + Here am I in the Fleet Prison. Well; good. What then? I’m none the worse + for that, am I?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not a bit,’ replied Mr. Mivins. And he was quite right; for, so far from + ‘Not a bit,’ replied Mr. Mivins. And he was quite right; for, so far from Mr. Smangle being any the worse for it, he was something the better, inasmuch as to qualify himself for the place, he had attained gratuitous possession of certain articles of jewellery, which, long before that, had - found their way to the pawnbroker’s. + found their way to the pawnbroker’s. </p> <p> - ‘Well; but come,’ said Mr. Smangle; ‘this is dry work. Let’s rinse our + ‘Well; but come,’ said Mr. Smangle; ‘this is dry work. Let’s rinse our mouths with a drop of burnt sherry; the last-comer shall stand it, Mivins - shall fetch it, and I’ll help to drink it. That’s a fair and gentlemanlike - division of labour, anyhow. Curse me!’ + shall fetch it, and I’ll help to drink it. That’s a fair and gentlemanlike + division of labour, anyhow. Curse me!’ </p> <p> Unwilling to hazard another quarrel, Mr. Pickwick gladly assented to the proposition, and consigned the money to Mr. Mivins, who, as it was nearly - eleven o’clock, lost no time in repairing to the coffee-room on his + eleven o’clock, lost no time in repairing to the coffee-room on his errand. </p> <p> - ‘I say,’ whispered Smangle, the moment his friend had left the room; ‘what - did you give him?’ + ‘I say,’ whispered Smangle, the moment his friend had left the room; ‘what + did you give him?’ </p> <p> - ‘Half a sovereign,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Half a sovereign,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘He’s a devilish pleasant gentlemanly dog,’ said Mr. Smangle;—‘infernal - pleasant. I don’t know anybody more so; but—’ Here Mr. Smangle + ‘He’s a devilish pleasant gentlemanly dog,’ said Mr. Smangle;—‘infernal + pleasant. I don’t know anybody more so; but—’ Here Mr. Smangle stopped short, and shook his head dubiously. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t think there is any probability of his appropriating the money - to his own use?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You don’t think there is any probability of his appropriating the money + to his own use?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no! Mind, I don’t say that; I expressly say that he’s a devilish - gentlemanly fellow,’ said Mr. Smangle. ‘But I think, perhaps, if somebody - went down, just to see that he didn’t dip his beak into the jug by + ‘Oh, no! Mind, I don’t say that; I expressly say that he’s a devilish + gentlemanly fellow,’ said Mr. Smangle. ‘But I think, perhaps, if somebody + went down, just to see that he didn’t dip his beak into the jug by accident, or make some confounded mistake in losing the money as he came upstairs, it would be as well. Here, you sir, just run downstairs, and - look after that gentleman, will you?’ + look after that gentleman, will you?’ </p> <p> This request was addressed to a little timid-looking, nervous man, whose @@ -32579,18 +32511,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger situation. </p> <p> - ‘You know where the coffee-room is,’ said Smangle; ‘just run down, and - tell that gentleman you’ve come to help him up with the jug. Or—stop—I’ll - tell you what—I’ll tell you how we’ll do him,’ said Smangle, with a + ‘You know where the coffee-room is,’ said Smangle; ‘just run down, and + tell that gentleman you’ve come to help him up with the jug. Or—stop—I’ll + tell you what—I’ll tell you how we’ll do him,’ said Smangle, with a cunning look. </p> <p> - ‘How?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘How?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Send down word that he’s to spend the change in cigars. Capital thought. - Run and tell him that; d’ye hear? They shan’t be wasted,’ continued - Smangle, turning to Mr. Pickwick. ‘<i>I’ll</i> smoke ‘em.’ + ‘Send down word that he’s to spend the change in cigars. Capital thought. + Run and tell him that; d’ye hear? They shan’t be wasted,’ continued + Smangle, turning to Mr. Pickwick. ‘<i>I’ll</i> smoke ‘em.’ </p> <p> This manoeuvring was so exceedingly ingenious and, withal, performed with @@ -32615,7 +32547,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Long before these elegant extracts from the biography of a gentleman were concluded, Mr. Mivins had betaken himself to bed, and had set in snoring for the night, leaving the timid stranger and Mr. Pickwick to the full - benefit of Mr. Smangle’s experiences. + benefit of Mr. Smangle’s experiences. </p> <p> Nor were the two last-named gentlemen as much edified as they might have @@ -32626,7 +32558,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was not musically disposed. Mr. Pickwick then once again dropped off to sleep, with a confused consciousness that Mr. Smangle was still engaged in relating a long story, the chief point of which appeared to be that, on - some occasion particularly stated and set forth, he had ‘done’ a bill and + some occasion particularly stated and set forth, he had ‘done’ a bill and a gentleman at the same time. </p> <p> @@ -32638,8 +32570,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </div> <h2> CHAPTER XLII. ILLUSTRATIVE, LIKE THE PRECEDING ONE, OF THE OLD PROVERB, - THAT ADVERSITY BRINGS A MAN ACQUAINTED WITH STRANGE BEDFELLOWS— - LIKEWISE CONTAINING MR. PICKWICK’S EXTRAORDINARY AND STARTLING + THAT ADVERSITY BRINGS A MAN ACQUAINTED WITH STRANGE BEDFELLOWS— + LIKEWISE CONTAINING MR. PICKWICK’S EXTRAORDINARY AND STARTLING ANNOUNCEMENT TO MR. SAMUEL WELLER </h2> <p class="pfirst"> @@ -32651,46 +32583,46 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger partially dressed, was seated on his bedstead, occupied in the desperately hopeless attempt of staring Mr. Weller out of countenance. We say desperately hopeless, because Sam, with a comprehensive gaze which took in - Mr. Smangle’s cap, feet, head, face, legs, and whiskers, all at the same + Mr. Smangle’s cap, feet, head, face, legs, and whiskers, all at the same time, continued to look steadily on, with every demonstration of lively - satisfaction, but with no more regard to Mr. Smangle’s personal sentiments + satisfaction, but with no more regard to Mr. Smangle’s personal sentiments on the subject than he would have displayed had he been inspecting a wooden statue, or a straw-embowelled Guy Fawkes. </p> <p> - ‘Well; will you know me again?’ said Mr. Smangle, with a frown. + ‘Well; will you know me again?’ said Mr. Smangle, with a frown. </p> <p> - ‘I’d svear to you anyveres, Sir,’ replied Sam cheerfully. + ‘I’d svear to you anyveres, Sir,’ replied Sam cheerfully. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t be impertinent to a gentleman, Sir,’ said Mr. Smangle. + ‘Don’t be impertinent to a gentleman, Sir,’ said Mr. Smangle. </p> <p> - ‘Not on no account,’ replied Sam. ‘If you’ll tell me wen he wakes, I’ll be - upon the wery best extra-super behaviour!’ This observation, having a + ‘Not on no account,’ replied Sam. ‘If you’ll tell me wen he wakes, I’ll be + upon the wery best extra-super behaviour!’ This observation, having a remote tendency to imply that Mr. Smangle was no gentleman, kindled his ire. </p> <p> - ‘Mivins!’ said Mr. Smangle, with a passionate air. + ‘Mivins!’ said Mr. Smangle, with a passionate air. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the office?’ replied that gentleman from his couch. + ‘What’s the office?’ replied that gentleman from his couch. </p> <p> - ‘Who the devil is this fellow?’ + ‘Who the devil is this fellow?’ </p> <p> - ‘’Gad,’ said Mr. Mivins, looking lazily out from under the bed-clothes, ‘I - ought to ask <i>you </i>that. Hasn’t he any business here?’ + ‘’Gad,’ said Mr. Mivins, looking lazily out from under the bed-clothes, ‘I + ought to ask <i>you </i>that. Hasn’t he any business here?’ </p> <p> - ‘No,’ replied Mr. Smangle. + ‘No,’ replied Mr. Smangle. </p> <p> - ‘Then knock him downstairs, and tell him not to presume to get up till I - come and kick him,’ rejoined Mr. Mivins; with this prompt advice that + ‘Then knock him downstairs, and tell him not to presume to get up till I + come and kick him,’ rejoined Mr. Mivins; with this prompt advice that excellent gentleman again betook himself to slumber. </p> <p> @@ -32698,22 +32630,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger personal, Mr. Pickwick deemed it a fit point at which to interpose. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ rejoined that gentleman. + ‘Sir,’ rejoined that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Has anything new occurred since last night?’ + ‘Has anything new occurred since last night?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothin’ partickler, sir,’ replied Sam, glancing at Mr. Smangle’s - whiskers; ‘the late prewailance of a close and confined atmosphere has - been rayther favourable to the growth of veeds, of an alarmin’ and - sangvinary natur; but vith that ‘ere exception things is quiet enough.’ + ‘Nothin’ partickler, sir,’ replied Sam, glancing at Mr. Smangle’s + whiskers; ‘the late prewailance of a close and confined atmosphere has + been rayther favourable to the growth of veeds, of an alarmin’ and + sangvinary natur; but vith that ‘ere exception things is quiet enough.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall get up,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘give me some clean things.’ + ‘I shall get up,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘give me some clean things.’ </p> <p> Whatever hostile intentions Mr. Smangle might have entertained, his @@ -32726,19 +32658,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger affection he conceived for him knew no limits. </p> <p> - ‘Now is there anything I can do for you, my dear Sir?’ said Smangle. + ‘Now is there anything I can do for you, my dear Sir?’ said Smangle. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing that I am aware of, I am obliged to you,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Nothing that I am aware of, I am obliged to you,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No linen that you want sent to the washerwoman’s? I know a delightful - washerwoman outside, that comes for my things twice a week; and, by Jove!—how - devilish lucky!—this is the day she calls. Shall I put any of those - little things up with mine? Don’t say anything about the trouble. Confound + ‘No linen that you want sent to the washerwoman’s? I know a delightful + washerwoman outside, that comes for my things twice a week; and, by Jove!—how + devilish lucky!—this is the day she calls. Shall I put any of those + little things up with mine? Don’t say anything about the trouble. Confound and curse it! if one gentleman under a cloud is not to put himself a little out of the way to assist another gentleman in the same condition, - what’s human nature?’ + what’s human nature?’ </p> <p> Thus spake Mr. Smangle, edging himself meanwhile as near as possible to @@ -32746,30 +32678,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger disinterested friendship. </p> <p> - ‘There’s nothing you want to give out for the man to brush, my dear - creature, is there?’ resumed Smangle. + ‘There’s nothing you want to give out for the man to brush, my dear + creature, is there?’ resumed Smangle. </p> <p> - ‘Nothin’ whatever, my fine feller,’ rejoined Sam, taking the reply into - his own mouth. ‘P’raps if vun of us wos to brush, without troubling the - man, it ‘ud be more agreeable for all parties, as the schoolmaster said - when the young gentleman objected to being flogged by the butler.’ + ‘Nothin’ whatever, my fine feller,’ rejoined Sam, taking the reply into + his own mouth. ‘P’raps if vun of us wos to brush, without troubling the + man, it ‘ud be more agreeable for all parties, as the schoolmaster said + when the young gentleman objected to being flogged by the butler.’ </p> <p> - ‘And there’s nothing I can send in my little box to the washer-woman’s, is - there?’ said Smangle, turning from Sam to Mr. Pickwick, with an air of + ‘And there’s nothing I can send in my little box to the washer-woman’s, is + there?’ said Smangle, turning from Sam to Mr. Pickwick, with an air of some discomfiture. </p> <p> - ‘Nothin’ whatever, Sir,’ retorted Sam; ‘I’m afeered the little box must be - chock full o’ your own as it is.’ + ‘Nothin’ whatever, Sir,’ retorted Sam; ‘I’m afeered the little box must be + chock full o’ your own as it is.’ </p> <p> This speech was accompanied with such a very expressive look at that - particular portion of Mr. Smangle’s attire, by the appearance of which the - skill of laundresses in getting up gentlemen’s linen is generally tested, + particular portion of Mr. Smangle’s attire, by the appearance of which the + skill of laundresses in getting up gentlemen’s linen is generally tested, that he was fain to turn upon his heel, and, for the present at any rate, - to give up all design on Mr. Pickwick’s purse and wardrobe. He accordingly + to give up all design on Mr. Pickwick’s purse and wardrobe. He accordingly retired in dudgeon to the racket-ground, where he made a light and whole-some breakfast on a couple of the cigars which had been purchased on the previous night. @@ -32777,8 +32709,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Mivins, who was no smoker, and whose account for small articles of chandlery had also reached down to the bottom of the slate, and been - ‘carried over’ to the other side, remained in bed, and, in his own words, - ‘took it out in sleep.’ + ‘carried over’ to the other side, remained in bed, and, in his own words, + ‘took it out in sleep.’ </p> <p> After breakfasting in a small closet attached to the coffee-room, which @@ -32790,61 +32722,61 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger accommodation. </p> <p> - ‘Accommodation, eh?’ said that gentleman, consulting a large book. ‘Plenty + ‘Accommodation, eh?’ said that gentleman, consulting a large book. ‘Plenty of that, Mr. Pickwick. Your chummage ticket will be on twenty-seven, in - the third.’ + the third.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘My what, did you say?’ + ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘My what, did you say?’ </p> <p> - ‘Your chummage ticket,’ replied Mr. Roker; ‘you’re up to that?’ + ‘Your chummage ticket,’ replied Mr. Roker; ‘you’re up to that?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not quite,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. + ‘Not quite,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ said Mr. Roker, ‘it’s as plain as Salisbury. You’ll have a chummage + ‘Why,’ said Mr. Roker, ‘it’s as plain as Salisbury. You’ll have a chummage ticket upon twenty-seven in the third, and them as is in the room will be - your chums.’ + your chums.’ </p> <p> - ‘Are there many of them?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick dubiously. + ‘Are there many of them?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick dubiously. </p> <p> - ‘Three,’ replied Mr. Roker. + ‘Three,’ replied Mr. Roker. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick coughed. </p> <p> - ‘One of ‘em’s a parson,’ said Mr. Roker, filling up a little piece of - paper as he spoke; ‘another’s a butcher.’ + ‘One of ‘em’s a parson,’ said Mr. Roker, filling up a little piece of + paper as he spoke; ‘another’s a butcher.’ </p> <p> - ‘Eh?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Eh?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘A butcher,’ repeated Mr. Roker, giving the nib of his pen a tap on the - desk to cure it of a disinclination to mark. ‘What a thorough-paced goer - he used to be sure-ly! You remember Tom Martin, Neddy?’ said Roker, + ‘A butcher,’ repeated Mr. Roker, giving the nib of his pen a tap on the + desk to cure it of a disinclination to mark. ‘What a thorough-paced goer + he used to be sure-ly! You remember Tom Martin, Neddy?’ said Roker, appealing to another man in the lodge, who was paring the mud off his shoes with a five-and-twenty-bladed pocket-knife. </p> <p> - ‘I should think so,’ replied the party addressed, with a strong emphasis + ‘I should think so,’ replied the party addressed, with a strong emphasis on the personal pronoun. </p> <p> - ‘Bless my dear eyes!’ said Mr. Roker, shaking his head slowly from side to + ‘Bless my dear eyes!’ said Mr. Roker, shaking his head slowly from side to side, and gazing abstractedly out of the grated windows before him, as if - he were fondly recalling some peaceful scene of his early youth; ‘it seems + he were fondly recalling some peaceful scene of his early youth; ‘it seems but yesterday that he whopped the coal-heaver down Fox-under-the-Hill by the wharf there. I think I can see him now, a-coming up the Strand between - the two street-keepers, a little sobered by the bruising, with a patch o’ - winegar and brown paper over his right eyelid, and that ‘ere lovely + the two street-keepers, a little sobered by the bruising, with a patch o’ + winegar and brown paper over his right eyelid, and that ‘ere lovely bulldog, as pinned the little boy arterwards, a-following at his heels. - What a rum thing time is, ain’t it, Neddy?’ + What a rum thing time is, ain’t it, Neddy?’ </p> <p> The gentleman to whom these observations were addressed, who appeared of a @@ -32854,26 +32786,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pen. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know what the third gentlemen is?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, not very + ‘Do you know what the third gentlemen is?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, not very much gratified by this description of his future associates. </p> <p> - ‘What is that Simpson, Neddy?’ said Mr. Roker, turning to his companion. + ‘What is that Simpson, Neddy?’ said Mr. Roker, turning to his companion. </p> <p> - ‘What Simpson?’ said Neddy. + ‘What Simpson?’ said Neddy. </p> <p> - ‘Why, him in twenty-seven in the third, that this gentleman’s going to be - chummed on.’ + ‘Why, him in twenty-seven in the third, that this gentleman’s going to be + chummed on.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, him!’ replied Neddy; ‘he’s nothing exactly. He <i>was </i>a horse - chaunter: he’s a leg now.’ + ‘Oh, him!’ replied Neddy; ‘he’s nothing exactly. He <i>was </i>a horse + chaunter: he’s a leg now.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, so I thought,’ rejoined Mr. Roker, closing the book, and placing the - small piece of paper in Mr. Pickwick’s hands. ‘That’s the ticket, sir.’ + ‘Ah, so I thought,’ rejoined Mr. Roker, closing the book, and placing the + small piece of paper in Mr. Pickwick’s hands. ‘That’s the ticket, sir.’ </p> <p> Very much perplexed by this summary disposition of this person, Mr. @@ -32890,16 +32822,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of gleaning for pewter. </p> <p> - ‘Which is twenty-seven, my good fellow?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Which is twenty-seven, my good fellow?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Five doors farther on,’ replied the pot-boy. ‘There’s the likeness of a - man being hung, and smoking the while, chalked outside the door.’ + ‘Five doors farther on,’ replied the pot-boy. ‘There’s the likeness of a + man being hung, and smoking the while, chalked outside the door.’ </p> <p> Guided by this direction, Mr. Pickwick proceeded slowly along the gallery - until he encountered the ‘portrait of a gentleman,’ above described, upon - whose countenance he tapped, with the knuckle of his forefinger—gently + until he encountered the ‘portrait of a gentleman,’ above described, upon + whose countenance he tapped, with the knuckle of his forefinger—gently at first, and then audibly. After repeating this process several times without effect, he ventured to open the door and peep in. </p> @@ -32912,28 +32844,28 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the presence of a visitor, Mr. Pickwick, after some delay, stepped up to the window, and pulled him gently by the coat tail. The individual brought in his head and shoulders with great swiftness, and surveying Mr. Pickwick - from head to foot, demanded in a surly tone what the—something - beginning with a capital H—he wanted. + from head to foot, demanded in a surly tone what the—something + beginning with a capital H—he wanted. </p> <p> - ‘I believe,’ said Mr. Pickwick, consulting his ticket—‘I believe - this is twenty-seven in the third?’ + ‘I believe,’ said Mr. Pickwick, consulting his ticket—‘I believe + this is twenty-seven in the third?’ </p> <p> - ‘Well?’ replied the gentleman. + ‘Well?’ replied the gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘I have come here in consequence of receiving this bit of paper,’ rejoined + ‘I have come here in consequence of receiving this bit of paper,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Hand it over,’ said the gentleman. + ‘Hand it over,’ said the gentleman. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick complied. </p> <p> - ‘I think Roker might have chummed you somewhere else,’ said Mr. Simpson + ‘I think Roker might have chummed you somewhere else,’ said Mr. Simpson (for it was the leg), after a very discontented sort of a pause. </p> <p> @@ -32946,12 +32878,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger aloud, several times. What the word was, Mr. Pickwick could not distinguish; but he rather inferred that it must be some nickname which distinguished Mr. Martin, from the fact of a great number of gentlemen on - the ground below, immediately proceeding to cry ‘Butcher!’ in imitation of + the ground below, immediately proceeding to cry ‘Butcher!’ in imitation of the tone in which that useful class of society are wont, diurnally, to make their presence known at area railings. </p> <p> - Subsequent occurrences confirmed the accuracy of Mr. Pickwick’s + Subsequent occurrences confirmed the accuracy of Mr. Pickwick’s impression; for, in a few seconds, a gentleman, prematurely broad for his years, clothed in a professional blue jean frock and top-boots with circular toes, entered the room nearly out of breath, closely followed by @@ -32961,18 +32893,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a drunken chaplain; which, indeed, he was. </p> <p> - These two gentlemen having by turns perused Mr. Pickwick’s billet, the one - expressed his opinion that it was ‘a rig,’ and the other his conviction - that it was ‘a go.’ Having recorded their feelings in these very + These two gentlemen having by turns perused Mr. Pickwick’s billet, the one + expressed his opinion that it was ‘a rig,’ and the other his conviction + that it was ‘a go.’ Having recorded their feelings in these very intelligible terms, they looked at Mr. Pickwick and each other in awkward silence. </p> <p> - ‘It’s an aggravating thing, just as we got the beds so snug,’ said the + ‘It’s an aggravating thing, just as we got the beds so snug,’ said the chaplain, looking at three dirty mattresses, each rolled up in a blanket; which occupied one corner of the room during the day, and formed a kind of slab, on which were placed an old cracked basin, ewer, and soap-dish, of - common yellow earthenware, with a blue flower—‘very aggravating.’ + common yellow earthenware, with a blue flower—‘very aggravating.’ </p> <p> Mr. Martin expressed the same opinion in rather stronger terms; Mr. @@ -32994,54 +32926,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger idle men. </p> <p> - ‘I suppose this can be managed somehow,’ said the butcher, after a pretty - long silence. ‘What will you take to go out?’ + ‘I suppose this can be managed somehow,’ said the butcher, after a pretty + long silence. ‘What will you take to go out?’ </p> <p> - I beg your pardon,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘What did you say? I hardly - understand you.’ + I beg your pardon,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘What did you say? I hardly + understand you.’ </p> <p> - ‘What will you take to be paid out?’ said the butcher. ‘The regular - chummage is two-and-six. Will you take three bob?’ + ‘What will you take to be paid out?’ said the butcher. ‘The regular + chummage is two-and-six. Will you take three bob?’ </p> <p> - ‘And a bender,’ suggested the clerical gentleman. + ‘And a bender,’ suggested the clerical gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I don’t mind that; it’s only twopence a piece more,’ said Mr. - Martin. ‘What do you say, now? We’ll pay you out for three-and-sixpence a - week. Come!’ + ‘Well, I don’t mind that; it’s only twopence a piece more,’ said Mr. + Martin. ‘What do you say, now? We’ll pay you out for three-and-sixpence a + week. Come!’ </p> <p> - ‘And stand a gallon of beer down,’ chimed in Mr. Simpson. ‘There!’ + ‘And stand a gallon of beer down,’ chimed in Mr. Simpson. ‘There!’ </p> <p> - ‘And drink it on the spot,’ said the chaplain. ‘Now!’ + ‘And drink it on the spot,’ said the chaplain. ‘Now!’ </p> <p> - ‘I really am so wholly ignorant of the rules of this place,’ returned Mr. - Pickwick, ‘that I do not yet comprehend you. Can I live anywhere else? I - thought I could not.’ + ‘I really am so wholly ignorant of the rules of this place,’ returned Mr. + Pickwick, ‘that I do not yet comprehend you. Can I live anywhere else? I + thought I could not.’ </p> <p> At this inquiry Mr. Martin looked, with a countenance of excessive surprise, at his two friends, and then each gentleman pointed with his right thumb over his left shoulder. This action imperfectly described in - words by the very feeble term of ‘over the left,’ when performed by any + words by the very feeble term of ‘over the left,’ when performed by any number of ladies or gentlemen who are accustomed to act in unison, has a very graceful and airy effect; its expression is one of light and playful sarcasm. </p> <p> - ‘<i>Can </i>you!’ repeated Mr. Martin, with a smile of pity. + ‘<i>Can </i>you!’ repeated Mr. Martin, with a smile of pity. </p> <p> - ‘Well, if I knew as little of life as that, I’d eat my hat and swallow the - buckle whole,’ said the clerical gentleman. + ‘Well, if I knew as little of life as that, I’d eat my hat and swallow the + buckle whole,’ said the clerical gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘So would I,’ added the sporting one solemnly. + ‘So would I,’ added the sporting one solemnly. </p> <p> After this introductory preface, the three chums informed Mr. Pickwick, in @@ -33049,7 +32981,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger that it would instantly procure him almost anything he desired; and that, supposing he had it, and had no objection to spend it, if he only signified his wish to have a room to himself, he might take possession of - one, furnished and fitted to boot, in half an hour’s time. + one, furnished and fitted to boot, in half an hour’s time. </p> <p> With this the parties separated, very much to their common satisfaction; @@ -33059,39 +32991,39 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger foresight, borrowed of him for the purpose. </p> <p> - ‘I knowed it!’ said Mr. Roker, with a chuckle, when Mr. Pickwick stated - the object with which he had returned. ‘Didn’t I say so, Neddy?’ + ‘I knowed it!’ said Mr. Roker, with a chuckle, when Mr. Pickwick stated + the object with which he had returned. ‘Didn’t I say so, Neddy?’ </p> <p> The philosophical owner of the universal penknife growled an affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘I knowed you’d want a room for yourself, bless you!’ said Mr. Roker. ‘Let - me see. You’ll want some furniture. You’ll hire that of me, I suppose? - That’s the reg’lar thing.’ + ‘I knowed you’d want a room for yourself, bless you!’ said Mr. Roker. ‘Let + me see. You’ll want some furniture. You’ll hire that of me, I suppose? + That’s the reg’lar thing.’ </p> <p> - ‘With great pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘With great pleasure,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘There’s a capital room up in the coffee-room flight, that belongs to a - Chancery prisoner,’ said Mr. Roker. ‘It’ll stand you in a pound a week. I - suppose you don’t mind that?’ + ‘There’s a capital room up in the coffee-room flight, that belongs to a + Chancery prisoner,’ said Mr. Roker. ‘It’ll stand you in a pound a week. I + suppose you don’t mind that?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not at all,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Not at all,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Just step there with me,’ said Roker, taking up his hat with great - alacrity; ‘the matter’s settled in five minutes. Lord! why didn’t you say - at first that you was willing to come down handsome?’ + ‘Just step there with me,’ said Roker, taking up his hat with great + alacrity; ‘the matter’s settled in five minutes. Lord! why didn’t you say + at first that you was willing to come down handsome?’ </p> <p> The matter was soon arranged, as the turnkey had foretold. The Chancery prisoner had been there long enough to have lost his friends, fortune, home, and happiness, and to have acquired the right of having a room to himself. As he laboured, however, under the inconvenience of often wanting - a morsel of bread, he eagerly listened to Mr. Pickwick’s proposal to rent + a morsel of bread, he eagerly listened to Mr. Pickwick’s proposal to rent the apartment, and readily covenanted and agreed to yield him up the sole and undisturbed possession thereof, in consideration of the weekly payment of twenty shillings; from which fund he furthermore contracted to pay out @@ -33106,21 +33038,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger years. </p> <p> - ‘And where will you live meanwhile, Sir?’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he laid - the amount of the first week’s rent, in advance, on the tottering table. + ‘And where will you live meanwhile, Sir?’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he laid + the amount of the first week’s rent, in advance, on the tottering table. </p> <p> The man gathered up the money with a trembling hand, and replied that he - didn’t know yet; he must go and see where he could move his bed to. + didn’t know yet; he must go and see where he could move his bed to. </p> <p> - ‘I am afraid, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, laying his hand gently and - compassionately on his arm—‘I am afraid you will have to live in + ‘I am afraid, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, laying his hand gently and + compassionately on his arm—‘I am afraid you will have to live in some noisy, crowded place. Now, pray, consider this room your own when you - want quiet, or when any of your friends come to see you.’ + want quiet, or when any of your friends come to see you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Friends!’ interposed the man, in a voice which rattled in his throat. ‘if + ‘Friends!’ interposed the man, in a voice which rattled in his throat. ‘if I lay dead at the bottom of the deepest mine in the world; tight screwed down and soldered in my coffin; rotting in the dark and filthy ditch that drags its slime along, beneath the foundations of this prison; I could not @@ -33128,16 +33060,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger society, without the pity they bestow on those whose souls have passed to judgment. Friends to see me! My God! I have sunk, from the prime of life into old age, in this place, and there is not one to raise his hand above - my bed when I lie dead upon it, and say, “It is a blessing he is gone!”’ + my bed when I lie dead upon it, and say, “It is a blessing he is gone!”’ </p> <p> - The excitement, which had cast an unwonted light over the man’s face, + The excitement, which had cast an unwonted light over the man’s face, while he spoke, subsided as he concluded; and pressing his withered hands together in a hasty and disordered manner, he shuffled from the room. </p> <p> - ‘Rides rather rusty,’ said Mr. Roker, with a smile. ‘Ah! they’re like the - elephants. They feel it now and then, and it makes ‘em wild!’ + ‘Rides rather rusty,’ said Mr. Roker, with a smile. ‘Ah! they’re like the + elephants. They feel it now and then, and it makes ‘em wild!’ </p> <p> Having made this deeply-sympathising remark, Mr. Roker entered upon his @@ -33147,32 +33079,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger rate of seven-and-twenty shillings and sixpence per week. </p> <p> - ‘Now, is there anything more we can do for you?’ inquired Mr. Roker, - looking round with great satisfaction, and gaily chinking the first week’s + ‘Now, is there anything more we can do for you?’ inquired Mr. Roker, + looking round with great satisfaction, and gaily chinking the first week’s hire in his closed fist. </p> <p> - ‘Why, yes,’ said Mr. Pickwick, who had been musing deeply for some time. - ‘Are there any people here who run on errands, and so forth?’ + ‘Why, yes,’ said Mr. Pickwick, who had been musing deeply for some time. + ‘Are there any people here who run on errands, and so forth?’ </p> <p> - ‘Outside, do you mean?’ inquired Mr. Roker. + ‘Outside, do you mean?’ inquired Mr. Roker. </p> <p> - ‘Yes. I mean who are able to go outside. Not prisoners.’ + ‘Yes. I mean who are able to go outside. Not prisoners.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, there is,’ said Roker. ‘There’s an unfortunate devil, who has got a - friend on the poor side, that’s glad to do anything of that sort. He’s + ‘Yes, there is,’ said Roker. ‘There’s an unfortunate devil, who has got a + friend on the poor side, that’s glad to do anything of that sort. He’s been running odd jobs, and that, for the last two months. Shall I send - him?’ + him?’ </p> <p> - ‘If you please,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘Stay; no. The poor side, you say? - I should like to see it. I’ll go to him myself.’ + ‘If you please,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘Stay; no. The poor side, you say? + I should like to see it. I’ll go to him myself.’ </p> <p> - The poor side of a debtor’s prison is, as its name imports, that in which + The poor side of a debtor’s prison is, as its name imports, that in which the most miserable and abject class of debtors are confined. A prisoner having declared upon the poor side, pays neither rent nor chummage. His fees, upon entering and leaving the jail, are reduced in amount, and he @@ -33182,7 +33114,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger within a very few years past, there was a kind of iron cage in the wall of the Fleet Prison, within which was posted some man of hungry looks, who, from time to time, rattled a money-box, and exclaimed in a mournful voice, - ‘Pray, remember the poor debtors; pray remember the poor debtors.’ The + ‘Pray, remember the poor debtors; pray remember the poor debtors.’ The receipts of this box, when there were any, were divided among the poor prisoners; and the men on the poor side relieved each other in this degrading office. @@ -33217,7 +33149,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Yes; in tattered garments, and without a coat; his common calico shirt, yellow and in rags; his hair hanging over his face; his features changed - with suffering, and pinched with famine—there sat Mr. Alfred Jingle; + with suffering, and pinched with famine—there sat Mr. Alfred Jingle; his head resting on his hands, his eyes fixed upon the fire, and his whole appearance denoting misery and dejection! </p> @@ -33236,8 +33168,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> On the opposite side of the room an old man was seated on a small wooden box, with his eyes riveted on the floor, and his face settled into an - expression of the deepest and most hopeless despair. A young girl—his - little grand-daughter—was hanging about him, endeavouring, with a + expression of the deepest and most hopeless despair. A young girl—his + little grand-daughter—was hanging about him, endeavouring, with a thousand childish devices, to engage his attention; but the old man neither saw nor heard her. The voice that had been music to him, and the eyes that had been light, fell coldly on his senses. His limbs were @@ -33252,27 +33184,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> There were two or three other men in the room, congregated in a little knot, and noiselessly talking among themselves. There was a lean and - haggard woman, too—a prisoner’s wife—who was watering, with + haggard woman, too—a prisoner’s wife—who was watering, with great solicitude, the wretched stump of a dried-up, withered plant, which, - it was plain to see, could never send forth a green leaf again—too + it was plain to see, could never send forth a green leaf again—too true an emblem, perhaps, of the office she had come there to discharge. </p> <p> - Such were the objects which presented themselves to Mr. Pickwick’s view, + Such were the objects which presented themselves to Mr. Pickwick’s view, as he looked round him in amazement. The noise of some one stumbling hastily into the room, roused him. Turning his eyes towards the door, they encountered the new-comer; and in him, through his rags and dirt, he recognised the familiar features of Mr. Job Trotter. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick!’ exclaimed Job aloud. + ‘Mr. Pickwick!’ exclaimed Job aloud. </p> <p> - ‘Eh?’ said Jingle, starting from his seat. + ‘Eh?’ said Jingle, starting from his seat. </p> <p> - ‘Mr ——! So it is—queer place—strange things—serves - me right—very.’ Mr. Jingle thrust his hands into the place where his + ‘Mr ——! So it is—queer place—strange things—serves + me right—very.’ Mr. Jingle thrust his hands into the place where his trousers pockets used to be, and, dropping his chin upon his breast, sank back into his chair. </p> @@ -33280,55 +33212,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Pickwick was affected; the two men looked so very miserable. The sharp, involuntary glance Jingle had cast at a small piece of raw loin of mutton, which Job had brought in with him, said more of their reduced - state than two hours’ explanation could have done. Mr. Pickwick looked - mildly at Jingle, and said— + state than two hours’ explanation could have done. Mr. Pickwick looked + mildly at Jingle, and said— </p> <p> - ‘I should like to speak to you in private. Will you step out for an - instant?’ + ‘I should like to speak to you in private. Will you step out for an + instant?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ said Jingle, rising hastily. ‘Can’t step far—no danger - of overwalking yourself here—spike park—grounds pretty—romantic, - but not extensive—open for public inspection—family always in - town—housekeeper desperately careful—very.’ + ‘Certainly,’ said Jingle, rising hastily. ‘Can’t step far—no danger + of overwalking yourself here—spike park—grounds pretty—romantic, + but not extensive—open for public inspection—family always in + town—housekeeper desperately careful—very.’ </p> <p> - ‘You have forgotten your coat,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as they walked out to + ‘You have forgotten your coat,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as they walked out to the staircase, and closed the door after them. </p> <p> - ‘Eh?’ said Jingle. ‘Spout—dear relation—uncle Tom—couldn’t - help it—must eat, you know. Wants of nature—and all that.’ + ‘Eh?’ said Jingle. ‘Spout—dear relation—uncle Tom—couldn’t + help it—must eat, you know. Wants of nature—and all that.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean?’ + ‘What do you mean?’ </p> <p> - ‘Gone, my dear sir—last coat—can’t help it. Lived on a pair of - boots, whole fortnight. Silk umbrella—ivory handle—week—fact—honour—ask - Job—knows it.’ + ‘Gone, my dear sir—last coat—can’t help it. Lived on a pair of + boots, whole fortnight. Silk umbrella—ivory handle—week—fact—honour—ask + Job—knows it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Lived for three weeks upon a pair of boots, and a silk umbrella with an - ivory handle!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who had only heard of such things - in shipwrecks or read of them in Constable’s Miscellany. + ‘Lived for three weeks upon a pair of boots, and a silk umbrella with an + ivory handle!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who had only heard of such things + in shipwrecks or read of them in Constable’s Miscellany. </p> <p> - ‘True,’ said Jingle, nodding his head. ‘Pawnbroker’s shop—duplicates - here—small sums—mere nothing—all rascals.’ + ‘True,’ said Jingle, nodding his head. ‘Pawnbroker’s shop—duplicates + here—small sums—mere nothing—all rascals.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick, much relieved by this explanation; ‘I understand - you. You have pawned your wardrobe.’ + ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Pickwick, much relieved by this explanation; ‘I understand + you. You have pawned your wardrobe.’ </p> <p> - ‘Everything—Job’s too—all shirts gone—never mind—saves - washing. Nothing soon—lie in bed—starve—die—inquest—little - bone-house—poor prisoner—common necessaries—hush it up—gentlemen - of the jury—warden’s tradesmen—keep it snug—natural - death—coroner’s order—workhouse funeral—serve him right—all - over—drop the curtain.’ + ‘Everything—Job’s too—all shirts gone—never mind—saves + washing. Nothing soon—lie in bed—starve—die—inquest—little + bone-house—poor prisoner—common necessaries—hush it up—gentlemen + of the jury—warden’s tradesmen—keep it snug—natural + death—coroner’s order—workhouse funeral—serve him right—all + over—drop the curtain.’ </p> <p> Jingle delivered this singular summary of his prospects in life, with his @@ -33338,38 +33270,38 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his eyes were moist with tears. </p> <p> - ‘Good fellow,’ said Jingle, pressing his hand, and turning his head away. - ‘Ungrateful dog—boyish to cry—can’t help it—bad fever—weak—ill—hungry. - Deserved it all—but suffered much—very.’ Wholly unable to keep + ‘Good fellow,’ said Jingle, pressing his hand, and turning his head away. + ‘Ungrateful dog—boyish to cry—can’t help it—bad fever—weak—ill—hungry. + Deserved it all—but suffered much—very.’ Wholly unable to keep up appearances any longer, and perhaps rendered worse by the effort he had made, the dejected stroller sat down on the stairs, and, covering his face with his hands, sobbed like a child. </p> <p> - ‘Come, come,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with considerable emotion, ‘we will see + ‘Come, come,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with considerable emotion, ‘we will see what can be done, when I know all about the matter. Here, Job; where is - that fellow?’ + that fellow?’ </p> <p> - ‘Here, sir,’ replied Job, presenting himself on the staircase. We have + ‘Here, sir,’ replied Job, presenting himself on the staircase. We have described him, by the bye, as having deeply-sunken eyes, in the best of times. In his present state of want and distress, he looked as if those features had gone out of town altogether. </p> <p> - ‘Here, sir,’ cried Job. + ‘Here, sir,’ cried Job. </p> <p> - ‘Come here, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, trying to look stern, with four large - tears running down his waistcoat. ‘Take that, sir.’ + ‘Come here, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, trying to look stern, with four large + tears running down his waistcoat. ‘Take that, sir.’ </p> <p> Take what? In the ordinary acceptation of such language, it should have been a blow. As the world runs, it ought to have been a sound, hearty cuff; for Mr. Pickwick had been duped, deceived, and wronged by the destitute outcast who was now wholly in his power. Must we tell the truth? - It was something from Mr. Pickwick’s waistcoat pocket, which chinked as it - was given into Job’s hand, and the giving of which, somehow or other + It was something from Mr. Pickwick’s waistcoat pocket, which chinked as it + was given into Job’s hand, and the giving of which, somehow or other imparted a sparkle to the eye, and a swelling to the heart, of our excellent old friend, as he hurried away. </p> @@ -33377,105 +33309,105 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Sam had returned when Mr. Pickwick reached his own room, and was inspecting the arrangements that had been made for his comfort, with a kind of grim satisfaction which was very pleasant to look upon. Having a - decided objection to his master’s being there at all, Mr. Weller appeared + decided objection to his master’s being there at all, Mr. Weller appeared to consider it a high moral duty not to appear too much pleased with anything that was done, said, suggested, or proposed. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Well, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Well, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Pretty comfortable now, eh, Sam?’ + ‘Pretty comfortable now, eh, Sam?’ </p> <p> - ‘Pretty vell, sir,’ responded Sam, looking round him in a disparaging + ‘Pretty vell, sir,’ responded Sam, looking round him in a disparaging manner. </p> <p> - ‘Have you seen Mr. Tupman and our other friends?’ + ‘Have you seen Mr. Tupman and our other friends?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I <i>have </i>seen ‘em, sir, and they’re a-comin’ to-morrow, and wos - wery much surprised to hear they warn’t to come to-day,’ replied Sam. + ‘Yes, I <i>have </i>seen ‘em, sir, and they’re a-comin’ to-morrow, and wos + wery much surprised to hear they warn’t to come to-day,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You have brought the things I wanted?’ + ‘You have brought the things I wanted?’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller in reply pointed to various packages which he had arranged, as neatly as he could, in a corner of the room. </p> <p> - ‘Very well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after a little hesitation; ‘listen to - what I am going to say, Sam.’ + ‘Very well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after a little hesitation; ‘listen to + what I am going to say, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly, Sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller; ‘fire away, Sir.’ + ‘Cert’nly, Sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller; ‘fire away, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I have felt from the first, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with much solemnity, - ‘that this is not the place to bring a young man to.’ + ‘I have felt from the first, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with much solemnity, + ‘that this is not the place to bring a young man to.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nor an old ‘un neither, Sir,’ observed Mr. Weller. + ‘Nor an old ‘un neither, Sir,’ observed Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘You’re quite right, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but old men may come here + ‘You’re quite right, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but old men may come here through their own heedlessness and unsuspicion, and young men may be brought here by the selfishness of those they serve. It is better for those young men, in every point of view, that they should not remain here. - Do you understand me, Sam?’ + Do you understand me, Sam?’ </p> <p> - ‘Vy no, Sir, I do <i>not</i>,’ replied Mr. Weller doggedly. + ‘Vy no, Sir, I do <i>not</i>,’ replied Mr. Weller doggedly. </p> <p> - ‘Try, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Try, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Vell, sir,’ rejoined Sam, after a short pause, ‘I think I see your drift; - and if I do see your drift, it’s my ‘pinion that you’re a-comin’ it a + ‘Vell, sir,’ rejoined Sam, after a short pause, ‘I think I see your drift; + and if I do see your drift, it’s my ‘pinion that you’re a-comin’ it a great deal too strong, as the mail-coachman said to the snowstorm, ven it - overtook him.’ + overtook him.’ </p> <p> - ‘I see you comprehend me, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Independently of my + ‘I see you comprehend me, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Independently of my wish that you should not be idling about a place like this, for years to come, I feel that for a debtor in the Fleet to be attended by his - manservant is a monstrous absurdity. Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘for a time - you must leave me.’ + manservant is a monstrous absurdity. Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘for a time + you must leave me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, for a time, eh, sir?’ rejoined Mr. Weller rather sarcastically. + ‘Oh, for a time, eh, sir?’ rejoined Mr. Weller rather sarcastically. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, for the time that I remain here,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Your wages I + ‘Yes, for the time that I remain here,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Your wages I shall continue to pay. Any one of my three friends will be happy to take you, were it only out of respect to me. And if I ever do leave this place, - Sam,’ added Mr. Pickwick, with assumed cheerfulness—‘if I do, I - pledge you my word that you shall return to me instantly.’ + Sam,’ added Mr. Pickwick, with assumed cheerfulness—‘if I do, I + pledge you my word that you shall return to me instantly.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now I’ll tell you wot it is, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, in a grave and solemn - voice. ‘This here sort o’ thing won’t do at all, so don’t let’s hear no - more about it.’ + ‘Now I’ll tell you wot it is, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, in a grave and solemn + voice. ‘This here sort o’ thing won’t do at all, so don’t let’s hear no + more about it.’ </p> <p> - I am serious, and resolved, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + I am serious, and resolved, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘You air, air you, sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller firmly. ‘Wery good, Sir; then - so am I.’ + ‘You air, air you, sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller firmly. ‘Wery good, Sir; then + so am I.’ </p> <p> Thus speaking, Mr. Weller fixed his hat on his head with great precision, and abruptly left the room. </p> <p> - ‘Sam!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, calling after him, ‘Sam! Here!’ + ‘Sam!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, calling after him, ‘Sam! Here!’ </p> <p> But the long gallery ceased to re-echo the sound of footsteps. Sam Weller @@ -33493,7 +33425,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>n a lofty room, - ill-lighted and worse ventilated, situated in Portugal Street, Lincoln’s + ill-lighted and worse ventilated, situated in Portugal Street, Lincoln’s Inn Fields, there sit nearly the whole year round, one, two, three, or four gentlemen in wigs, as the case may be, with little writing-desks before them, constructed after the fashion of those used by the judges of @@ -33536,7 +33468,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger white-headed apple-faced tipstaff, and even he, like an ill-conditioned cherry preserved in brandy, seems to have artificially dried and withered up into a state of preservation to which he can lay no natural claim. The - very barristers’ wigs are ill-powdered, and their curls lack crispness. + very barristers’ wigs are ill-powdered, and their curls lack crispness. </p> <p> But the attorneys, who sit at a large bare table below the commissioners, @@ -33548,8 +33480,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger customers after the manner of omnibus cads. They are of a greasy and mildewed appearance; and if they can be said to have any vices at all, perhaps drinking and cheating are the most conspicuous among them. Their - residences are usually on the outskirts of ‘the Rules,’ chiefly lying - within a circle of one mile from the obelisk in St. George’s Fields. Their + residences are usually on the outskirts of ‘the Rules,’ chiefly lying + within a circle of one mile from the obelisk in St. George’s Fields. Their looks are not prepossessing, and their manners are peculiar. </p> <p> @@ -33563,20 +33495,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger perhaps, what it wanted in ornament, it made up in usefulness. </p> <p> - ‘I’m sure to bring him through it,’ said Mr. Pell. + ‘I’m sure to bring him through it,’ said Mr. Pell. </p> <p> - ‘Are you, though?’ replied the person to whom the assurance was pledged. + ‘Are you, though?’ replied the person to whom the assurance was pledged. </p> <p> - ‘Certain sure,’ replied Pell; ‘but if he’d gone to any irregular - practitioner, mind you, I wouldn’t have answered for the consequences.’ + ‘Certain sure,’ replied Pell; ‘but if he’d gone to any irregular + practitioner, mind you, I wouldn’t have answered for the consequences.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said the other, with open mouth. + ‘Ah!’ said the other, with open mouth. </p> <p> - ‘No, that I wouldn’t,’ said Mr. Pell; and he pursed up his lips, frowned, + ‘No, that I wouldn’t,’ said Mr. Pell; and he pursed up his lips, frowned, and shook his head mysteriously. </p> <p> @@ -33587,7 +33519,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger that day heard, and whose attorney he was at that moment consulting. </p> <p> - ‘And vere is George?’ inquired the old gentleman. + ‘And vere is George?’ inquired the old gentleman. </p> <p> Mr. Pell jerked his head in the direction of a back parlour, whither Mr. @@ -33610,84 +33542,84 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger died, the other pined away, and soon afterwards followed him! </p> <p> - ‘Vell, George,’ said Mr. Weller senior, taking off his upper coat, and - seating himself with his accustomed gravity. ‘How is it? All right behind, - and full inside?’ + ‘Vell, George,’ said Mr. Weller senior, taking off his upper coat, and + seating himself with his accustomed gravity. ‘How is it? All right behind, + and full inside?’ </p> <p> - ‘All right, old feller,’ replied the embarrassed gentleman. + ‘All right, old feller,’ replied the embarrassed gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Is the gray mare made over to anybody?’ inquired Mr. Weller anxiously. + ‘Is the gray mare made over to anybody?’ inquired Mr. Weller anxiously. </p> <p> George nodded in the affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘Vell, that’s all right,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Coach taken care on, also?’ + ‘Vell, that’s all right,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Coach taken care on, also?’ </p> <p> - ‘Con-signed in a safe quarter,’ replied George, wringing the heads off + ‘Con-signed in a safe quarter,’ replied George, wringing the heads off half a dozen shrimps, and swallowing them without any more ado. </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, wery good,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Alvays see to the drag ven you - go downhill. Is the vay-bill all clear and straight for’erd?’ + ‘Wery good, wery good,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Alvays see to the drag ven you + go downhill. Is the vay-bill all clear and straight for’erd?’ </p> <p> - ‘The schedule, sir,’ said Pell, guessing at Mr. Weller’s meaning, ‘the - schedule is as plain and satisfactory as pen and ink can make it.’ + ‘The schedule, sir,’ said Pell, guessing at Mr. Weller’s meaning, ‘the + schedule is as plain and satisfactory as pen and ink can make it.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller nodded in a manner which bespoke his inward approval of these arrangements; and then, turning to Mr. Pell, said, pointing to his friend - George— + George— </p> <p> - ‘Ven do you take his cloths off?’ + ‘Ven do you take his cloths off?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ replied Mr. Pell, ‘he stands third on the opposed list, and I + ‘Why,’ replied Mr. Pell, ‘he stands third on the opposed list, and I should think it would be his turn in about half an hour. I told my clerk - to come over and tell us when there was a chance.’ + to come over and tell us when there was a chance.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller surveyed the attorney from head to foot with great admiration, - and said emphatically— + and said emphatically— </p> <p> - ‘And what’ll you take, sir?’ + ‘And what’ll you take, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, really,’ replied Mr. Pell, ‘you’re very—. Upon my word and - honour, I’m not in the habit of—. It’s so very early in the morning, - that, actually, I am almost—. Well, you may bring me threepenn’orth - of rum, my dear.’ + ‘Why, really,’ replied Mr. Pell, ‘you’re very—. Upon my word and + honour, I’m not in the habit of—. It’s so very early in the morning, + that, actually, I am almost—. Well, you may bring me threepenn’orth + of rum, my dear.’ </p> <p> The officiating damsel, who had anticipated the order before it was given, set the glass of spirits before Pell, and retired. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pell, looking round upon the company, ‘success to - your friend! I don’t like to boast, gentlemen; it’s not my way; but I - can’t help saying, that, if your friend hadn’t been fortunate enough to - fall into hands that—But I won’t say what I was going to say. - Gentlemen, my service to you.’ Having emptied the glass in a twinkling, + ‘Gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pell, looking round upon the company, ‘success to + your friend! I don’t like to boast, gentlemen; it’s not my way; but I + can’t help saying, that, if your friend hadn’t been fortunate enough to + fall into hands that—But I won’t say what I was going to say. + Gentlemen, my service to you.’ Having emptied the glass in a twinkling, Mr. Pell smacked his lips, and looked complacently round on the assembled coachmen, who evidently regarded him as a species of divinity. </p> <p> - ‘Let me see,’ said the legal authority. ‘What was I a-saying, gentlemen?’ + ‘Let me see,’ said the legal authority. ‘What was I a-saying, gentlemen?’ </p> <p> - ‘I think you was remarkin’ as you wouldn’t have no objection to another o’ - the same, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, with grave facetiousness. + ‘I think you was remarkin’ as you wouldn’t have no objection to another o’ + the same, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, with grave facetiousness. </p> <p> - ‘Ha, ha!’ laughed Mr. Pell. ‘Not bad, not bad. A professional man, too! At - this time of the morning, it would be rather too good a—Well, I - don’t know, my dear—you may do that again, if you please. Hem!’ + ‘Ha, ha!’ laughed Mr. Pell. ‘Not bad, not bad. A professional man, too! At + this time of the morning, it would be rather too good a—Well, I + don’t know, my dear—you may do that again, if you please. Hem!’ </p> <p> This last sound was a solemn and dignified cough, in which Mr. Pell, @@ -33695,72 +33627,72 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger considered it due to himself to indulge. </p> <p> - ‘The late Lord Chancellor, gentlemen, was very fond of me,’ said Mr. Pell. + ‘The late Lord Chancellor, gentlemen, was very fond of me,’ said Mr. Pell. </p> <p> - ‘And wery creditable in him, too,’ interposed Mr. Weller. + ‘And wery creditable in him, too,’ interposed Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Hear, hear,’ assented Mr. Pell’s client. ‘Why shouldn’t he be? + ‘Hear, hear,’ assented Mr. Pell’s client. ‘Why shouldn’t he be? </p> <p> - ‘Ah! Why, indeed!’ said a very red-faced man, who had said nothing yet, - and who looked extremely unlikely to say anything more. ‘Why shouldn’t - he?’ + ‘Ah! Why, indeed!’ said a very red-faced man, who had said nothing yet, + and who looked extremely unlikely to say anything more. ‘Why shouldn’t + he?’ </p> <p> A murmur of assent ran through the company. </p> <p> - ‘I remember, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pell, ‘dining with him on one occasion; + ‘I remember, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pell, ‘dining with him on one occasion; there was only us two, but everything as splendid as if twenty people had - been expected—the great seal on a dumb-waiter at his right hand, and + been expected—the great seal on a dumb-waiter at his right hand, and a man in a bag-wig and suit of armour guarding the mace with a drawn sword - and silk stockings—which is perpetually done, gentlemen, night and - day; when he said, “Pell,” he said, “no false delicacy, Pell. You’re a man + and silk stockings—which is perpetually done, gentlemen, night and + day; when he said, “Pell,” he said, “no false delicacy, Pell. You’re a man of talent; you can get anybody through the Insolvent Court, Pell; and your - country should be proud of you.” Those were his very words. “My Lord,” I - said, “you flatter me.”—“Pell,” he said, “if I do, I’m damned.”’ + country should be proud of you.” Those were his very words. “My Lord,” I + said, “you flatter me.”—“Pell,” he said, “if I do, I’m damned.”’ </p> <p> - ‘Did he say that?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘Did he say that?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘He did,’ replied Pell. + ‘He did,’ replied Pell. </p> <p> - ‘Vell, then,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘I say Parliament ought to ha’ took it up; - and if he’d been a poor man, they would ha’ done it.’ + ‘Vell, then,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘I say Parliament ought to ha’ took it up; + and if he’d been a poor man, they would ha’ done it.’ </p> <p> - ‘But, my dear friend,’ argued Mr. Pell, ‘it was in confidence.’ + ‘But, my dear friend,’ argued Mr. Pell, ‘it was in confidence.’ </p> <p> - ‘In what?’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘In what?’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘In confidence.’ + ‘In confidence.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh! wery good,’ replied Mr. Weller, after a little reflection. ‘If he - damned hisself in confidence, o’ course that was another thing.’ + ‘Oh! wery good,’ replied Mr. Weller, after a little reflection. ‘If he + damned hisself in confidence, o’ course that was another thing.’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course it was,’ said Mr. Pell. ‘The distinction’s obvious, you will - perceive.’ + ‘Of course it was,’ said Mr. Pell. ‘The distinction’s obvious, you will + perceive.’ </p> <p> - ‘Alters the case entirely,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Go on, Sir.’ + ‘Alters the case entirely,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘Go on, Sir.’ </p> <p> - No, I will not go on, Sir,’ said Mr. Pell, in a low and serious tone. ‘You - have reminded me, Sir, that this conversation was private—private + No, I will not go on, Sir,’ said Mr. Pell, in a low and serious tone. ‘You + have reminded me, Sir, that this conversation was private—private and confidential, gentlemen. Gentlemen, I am a professional man. It may be - that I am a good deal looked up to, in my profession—it may be that + that I am a good deal looked up to, in my profession—it may be that I am not. Most people know. I say nothing. Observations have already been made, in this room, injurious to the reputation of my noble friend. You will excuse me, gentlemen; I was imprudent. I feel that I have no right to - mention this matter without his concurrence. Thank you, Sir; thank you.’ + mention this matter without his concurrence. Thank you, Sir; thank you.’ Thus delivering himself, Mr. Pell thrust his hands into his pockets, and, frowning grimly around, rattled three halfpence with terrible determination. @@ -33771,7 +33703,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and said (at least the boy did, for the blue bag took no part in the announcement) that the case was coming on directly. The intelligence was no sooner received than the whole party hurried across the street, and - began to fight their way into court—a preparatory ceremony, which + began to fight their way into court—a preparatory ceremony, which has been calculated to occupy, in ordinary cases, from twenty-five minutes to thirty. </p> @@ -33787,200 +33719,200 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger released his head and face. </p> <p> - ‘Samivel!’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, when he was thus enabled to behold his + ‘Samivel!’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, when he was thus enabled to behold his rescuer. </p> <p> Sam nodded. </p> <p> - ‘You’re a dutiful and affectionate little boy, you are, ain’t you,’ said - Mr. Weller, ‘to come a-bonnetin’ your father in his old age?’ + ‘You’re a dutiful and affectionate little boy, you are, ain’t you,’ said + Mr. Weller, ‘to come a-bonnetin’ your father in his old age?’ </p> <p> - ‘How should I know who you wos?’ responded the son. ‘Do you s’pose I wos - to tell you by the weight o’ your foot?’ + ‘How should I know who you wos?’ responded the son. ‘Do you s’pose I wos + to tell you by the weight o’ your foot?’ </p> <p> - ‘Vell, that’s wery true, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, mollified at once; - ‘but wot are you a-doin’ on here? Your gov’nor can’t do no good here, - Sammy. They won’t pass that werdick, they won’t pass it, Sammy.’ And Mr. + ‘Vell, that’s wery true, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, mollified at once; + ‘but wot are you a-doin’ on here? Your gov’nor can’t do no good here, + Sammy. They won’t pass that werdick, they won’t pass it, Sammy.’ And Mr. Weller shook his head with legal solemnity. </p> <p> - ‘Wot a perwerse old file it is!’ exclaimed Sam, ‘always a-goin’ on about - werdicks and alleybis and that. Who said anything about the werdick?’ + ‘Wot a perwerse old file it is!’ exclaimed Sam, ‘always a-goin’ on about + werdicks and alleybis and that. Who said anything about the werdick?’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller made no reply, but once more shook his head most learnedly. </p> <p> - ‘Leave off rattlin’ that ‘ere nob o’ yourn, if you don’t want it to come - off the springs altogether,’ said Sam impatiently, ‘and behave reasonable. - I vent all the vay down to the Markis o’ Granby, arter you, last night.’ + ‘Leave off rattlin’ that ‘ere nob o’ yourn, if you don’t want it to come + off the springs altogether,’ said Sam impatiently, ‘and behave reasonable. + I vent all the vay down to the Markis o’ Granby, arter you, last night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Did you see the Marchioness o’ Granby, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller, with + ‘Did you see the Marchioness o’ Granby, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller, with a sigh. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I did,’ replied Sam. + ‘Yes, I did,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘How wos the dear creetur a-lookin’?’ + ‘How wos the dear creetur a-lookin’?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery queer,’ said Sam. ‘I think she’s a-injurin’ herself gradivally vith - too much o’ that ‘ere pine-apple rum, and other strong medicines of the - same natur.’ + ‘Wery queer,’ said Sam. ‘I think she’s a-injurin’ herself gradivally vith + too much o’ that ‘ere pine-apple rum, and other strong medicines of the + same natur.’ </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean that, Sammy?’ said the senior earnestly. + ‘You don’t mean that, Sammy?’ said the senior earnestly. </p> <p> - ‘I do, indeed,’ replied the junior. + ‘I do, indeed,’ replied the junior. </p> <p> - Mr. Weller seized his son’s hand, clasped it, and let it fall. There was - an expression on his countenance in doing so—not of dismay or + Mr. Weller seized his son’s hand, clasped it, and let it fall. There was + an expression on his countenance in doing so—not of dismay or apprehension, but partaking more of the sweet and gentle character of hope. A gleam of resignation, and even of cheerfulness, passed over his - face too, as he slowly said, ‘I ain’t quite certain, Sammy; I wouldn’t + face too, as he slowly said, ‘I ain’t quite certain, Sammy; I wouldn’t like to say I wos altogether positive, in case of any subsekent disappointment, but I rayther think, my boy, I rayther think, that the - shepherd’s got the liver complaint!’ + shepherd’s got the liver complaint!’ </p> <p> - ‘Does he look bad?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Does he look bad?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘He’s uncommon pale,’ replied his father, ‘’cept about the nose, which is - redder than ever. His appetite is wery so-so, but he imbibes wonderful.’ + ‘He’s uncommon pale,’ replied his father, ‘’cept about the nose, which is + redder than ever. His appetite is wery so-so, but he imbibes wonderful.’ </p> <p> - Some thoughts of the rum appeared to obtrude themselves on Mr. Weller’s + Some thoughts of the rum appeared to obtrude themselves on Mr. Weller’s mind, as he said this; for he looked gloomy and thoughtful; but he very shortly recovered, as was testified by a perfect alphabet of winks, in which he was only wont to indulge when particularly pleased. </p> <p> - ‘Vell, now,’ said Sam, ‘about my affair. Just open them ears o’ yourn, and - don’t say nothin’ till I’ve done.’ With this preface, Sam related, as + ‘Vell, now,’ said Sam, ‘about my affair. Just open them ears o’ yourn, and + don’t say nothin’ till I’ve done.’ With this preface, Sam related, as succinctly as he could, the last memorable conversation he had had with Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Stop there by himself, poor creetur!’ exclaimed the elder Mr. Weller, - ‘without nobody to take his part! It can’t be done, Samivel, it can’t be - done.’ + ‘Stop there by himself, poor creetur!’ exclaimed the elder Mr. Weller, + ‘without nobody to take his part! It can’t be done, Samivel, it can’t be + done.’ </p> <p> - ‘O’ course it can’t,’ asserted Sam: ‘I know’d that, afore I came.’ + ‘O’ course it can’t,’ asserted Sam: ‘I know’d that, afore I came.’ </p> <p> - Why, they’ll eat him up alive, Sammy,’ exclaimed Mr. Weller. + Why, they’ll eat him up alive, Sammy,’ exclaimed Mr. Weller. </p> <p> Sam nodded his concurrence in the opinion. </p> <p> - ‘He goes in rayther raw, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller metaphorically, ‘and - he’ll come out, done so ex-ceedin’ brown, that his most formiliar friends - won’t know him. Roast pigeon’s nothin’ to it, Sammy.’ + ‘He goes in rayther raw, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller metaphorically, ‘and + he’ll come out, done so ex-ceedin’ brown, that his most formiliar friends + won’t know him. Roast pigeon’s nothin’ to it, Sammy.’ </p> <p> Again Sam Weller nodded. </p> <p> - ‘It oughtn’t to be, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller gravely. + ‘It oughtn’t to be, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller gravely. </p> <p> - ‘It mustn’t be,’ said Sam. + ‘It mustn’t be,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly not,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘Cert’nly not,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Vell now,’ said Sam, ‘you’ve been a-prophecyin’ away, wery fine, like a - red-faced Nixon, as the sixpenny books gives picters on.’ + ‘Vell now,’ said Sam, ‘you’ve been a-prophecyin’ away, wery fine, like a + red-faced Nixon, as the sixpenny books gives picters on.’ </p> <p> - ‘Who wos he, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘Who wos he, Sammy?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind who he was,’ retorted Sam; ‘he warn’t a coachman; that’s - enough for you.’ + ‘Never mind who he was,’ retorted Sam; ‘he warn’t a coachman; that’s + enough for you.’ </p> <p> - I know’d a ostler o’ that name,’ said Mr. Weller, musing. + I know’d a ostler o’ that name,’ said Mr. Weller, musing. </p> <p> - ‘It warn’t him,’ said Sam. ‘This here gen’l’m’n was a prophet.’ + ‘It warn’t him,’ said Sam. ‘This here gen’l’m’n was a prophet.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot’s a prophet?’ inquired Mr. Weller, looking sternly on his son. + ‘Wot’s a prophet?’ inquired Mr. Weller, looking sternly on his son. </p> <p> - ‘Wy, a man as tells what’s a-goin’ to happen,’ replied Sam. + ‘Wy, a man as tells what’s a-goin’ to happen,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I wish I’d know’d him, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘P’raps he might ha’ - throw’d a small light on that ‘ere liver complaint as we wos a-speakin’ - on, just now. Hows’ever, if he’s dead, and ain’t left the bisness to - nobody, there’s an end on it. Go on, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, with a sigh. + ‘I wish I’d know’d him, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘P’raps he might ha’ + throw’d a small light on that ‘ere liver complaint as we wos a-speakin’ + on, just now. Hows’ever, if he’s dead, and ain’t left the bisness to + nobody, there’s an end on it. Go on, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, with a sigh. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Sam, ‘you’ve been a-prophecyin’ avay about wot’ll happen to - the gov’ner if he’s left alone. Don’t you see any way o’ takin’ care on - him?’ + ‘Well,’ said Sam, ‘you’ve been a-prophecyin’ avay about wot’ll happen to + the gov’ner if he’s left alone. Don’t you see any way o’ takin’ care on + him?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, I don’t, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, with a reflective visage. + ‘No, I don’t, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, with a reflective visage. </p> <p> - ‘No vay at all?’ inquired Sam. + ‘No vay at all?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘No vay,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘unless’—and a gleam of intelligence + ‘No vay,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘unless’—and a gleam of intelligence lighted up his countenance as he sank his voice to a whisper, and applied - his mouth to the ear of his offspring—‘unless it is getting him out - in a turn-up bedstead, unbeknown to the turnkeys, Sammy, or dressin’ him - up like a old ‘ooman vith a green wail.’ + his mouth to the ear of his offspring—‘unless it is getting him out + in a turn-up bedstead, unbeknown to the turnkeys, Sammy, or dressin’ him + up like a old ‘ooman vith a green wail.’ </p> <p> Sam Weller received both of these suggestions with unexpected contempt, and again propounded his question. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ said the old gentleman; ‘if he von’t let you stop there, I see no - vay at all. It’s no thoroughfare, Sammy, no thoroughfare.’ + ‘No,’ said the old gentleman; ‘if he von’t let you stop there, I see no + vay at all. It’s no thoroughfare, Sammy, no thoroughfare.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, then, I’ll tell you wot it is,’ said Sam, ‘I’ll trouble you for the - loan of five-and-twenty pound.’ + ‘Well, then, I’ll tell you wot it is,’ said Sam, ‘I’ll trouble you for the + loan of five-and-twenty pound.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot good’ll that do?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘Wot good’ll that do?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind,’ replied Sam. ‘P’raps you may ask for it five minits - arterwards; p’raps I may say I von’t pay, and cut up rough. You von’t - think o’ arrestin’ your own son for the money, and sendin’ him off to the - Fleet, will you, you unnat’ral wagabone?’ + ‘Never mind,’ replied Sam. ‘P’raps you may ask for it five minits + arterwards; p’raps I may say I von’t pay, and cut up rough. You von’t + think o’ arrestin’ your own son for the money, and sendin’ him off to the + Fleet, will you, you unnat’ral wagabone?’ </p> <p> - At this reply of Sam’s, the father and son exchanged a complete code of + At this reply of Sam’s, the father and son exchanged a complete code of telegraph nods and gestures, after which, the elder Mr. Weller sat himself down on a stone step and laughed till he was purple. </p> <p> - ‘Wot a old image it is!’ exclaimed Sam, indignant at this loss of time. - ‘What are you a-settin’ down there for, con-wertin’ your face into a - street-door knocker, wen there’s so much to be done. Where’s the money?’ + ‘Wot a old image it is!’ exclaimed Sam, indignant at this loss of time. + ‘What are you a-settin’ down there for, con-wertin’ your face into a + street-door knocker, wen there’s so much to be done. Where’s the money?’ </p> <p> - ‘In the boot, Sammy, in the boot,’ replied Mr. Weller, composing his - features. ‘Hold my hat, Sammy.’ + ‘In the boot, Sammy, in the boot,’ replied Mr. Weller, composing his + features. ‘Hold my hat, Sammy.’ </p> <p> Having divested himself of this encumbrance, Mr. Weller gave his body a @@ -33993,37 +33925,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger selected the required amount, which he handed over to Sam. </p> <p> - ‘And now, Sammy,’ said the old gentleman, when the whip-lashes, and the + ‘And now, Sammy,’ said the old gentleman, when the whip-lashes, and the buckles, and the samples, had been all put back, and the book once more - deposited at the bottom of the same pocket, ‘now, Sammy, I know a - gen’l’m’n here, as’ll do the rest o’ the bisness for us, in no time—a - limb o’ the law, Sammy, as has got brains like the frogs, dispersed all - over his body, and reachin’ to the wery tips of his fingers; a friend of - the Lord Chancellorship’s, Sammy, who’d only have to tell him what he - wanted, and he’d lock you up for life, if that wos all.’ + deposited at the bottom of the same pocket, ‘now, Sammy, I know a + gen’l’m’n here, as’ll do the rest o’ the bisness for us, in no time—a + limb o’ the law, Sammy, as has got brains like the frogs, dispersed all + over his body, and reachin’ to the wery tips of his fingers; a friend of + the Lord Chancellorship’s, Sammy, who’d only have to tell him what he + wanted, and he’d lock you up for life, if that wos all.’ </p> <p> - ‘I say,’ said Sam, ‘none o’ that.’ + ‘I say,’ said Sam, ‘none o’ that.’ </p> <p> - ‘None o’ wot?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘None o’ wot?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Wy, none o’ them unconstitootional ways o’ doin’ it,’ retorted Sam. ‘The + ‘Wy, none o’ them unconstitootional ways o’ doin’ it,’ retorted Sam. ‘The have-his-carcass, next to the perpetual motion, is vun of the blessedest - things as wos ever made. I’ve read that ‘ere in the newspapers wery - of’en.’ + things as wos ever made. I’ve read that ‘ere in the newspapers wery + of’en.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, wot’s that got to do vith it?’ inquired Mr. Weller. + ‘Well, wot’s that got to do vith it?’ inquired Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Just this here,’ said Sam, ‘that I’ll patronise the inwention, and go in, - that vay. No visperin’s to the Chancellorship—I don’t like the - notion. It mayn’t be altogether safe, vith reference to gettin’ out agin.’ + ‘Just this here,’ said Sam, ‘that I’ll patronise the inwention, and go in, + that vay. No visperin’s to the Chancellorship—I don’t like the + notion. It mayn’t be altogether safe, vith reference to gettin’ out agin.’ </p> <p> - Deferring to his son’s feeling upon this point, Mr. Weller at once sought + Deferring to his son’s feeling upon this point, Mr. Weller at once sought the erudite Solomon Pell, and acquainted him with his desire to issue a writ, instantly, for the <i>sum </i>of twenty-five pounds, and costs of process; to be executed without delay upon the body of one Samuel Weller; @@ -34031,7 +33963,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> The attorney was in high glee, for the embarrassed coach-horser was - ordered to be discharged forthwith. He highly approved of Sam’s attachment + ordered to be discharged forthwith. He highly approved of Sam’s attachment to his master; declared that it strongly reminded him of his own feelings of devotion to his friend, the Chancellor; and at once led the elder Mr. Weller down to the Temple, to swear the affidavit of debt, which the boy, @@ -34041,7 +33973,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Meanwhile, Sam, having been formally introduced to the whitewashed gentleman and his friends, as the offspring of Mr. Weller, of the Belle Savage, was treated with marked distinction, and invited to regale himself - with them in honour of the occasion—an invitation which he was by no + with them in honour of the occasion—an invitation which he was by no means backward in accepting. </p> <p> @@ -34057,14 +33989,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger angry colloquy ensued. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen,’ said the coach-horser, ‘rather than disturb the harmony of + ‘Gentlemen,’ said the coach-horser, ‘rather than disturb the harmony of this delightful occasion, perhaps Mr. Samuel Weller will oblige the - company.’ + company.’ </p> <p> - ‘Raly, gentlemen,’ said Sam, ‘I’m not wery much in the habit o’ singin’ - without the instrument; but anythin’ for a quiet life, as the man said wen - he took the sitivation at the lighthouse.’ + ‘Raly, gentlemen,’ said Sam, ‘I’m not wery much in the habit o’ singin’ + without the instrument; but anythin’ for a quiet life, as the man said wen + he took the sitivation at the lighthouse.’ </p> <p> With this prelude, Mr. Samuel Weller burst at once into the following wild @@ -34080,26 +34012,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger I Bold Turpin vunce, on Hounslow Heath, - His bold mare Bess bestrode—er; - Ven there he see’d the Bishop’s coach - A-coming along the road—er. - So he gallops close to the ‘orse’s legs, + His bold mare Bess bestrode—er; + Ven there he see’d the Bishop’s coach + A-coming along the road—er. + So he gallops close to the ‘orse’s legs, And he claps his head vithin; - And the Bishop says, ‘Sure as eggs is eggs, - This here’s the bold Turpin!’ + And the Bishop says, ‘Sure as eggs is eggs, + This here’s the bold Turpin!’ CHORUS - And the Bishop says, ‘Sure as eggs is eggs, - This here’s the bold Turpin!’ + And the Bishop says, ‘Sure as eggs is eggs, + This here’s the bold Turpin!’ II - Says Turpin, ‘You shall eat your words, - With a sarse of leaden bul—let;’ + Says Turpin, ‘You shall eat your words, + With a sarse of leaden bul—let;’ So he puts a pistol to his mouth, - And he fires it down his gul—let. - The coachman he not likin’ the job, + And he fires it down his gul—let. + The coachman he not likin’ the job, Set off at full gal-lop, But Dick put a couple of balls in his nob, And perwailed on him to stop. @@ -34110,19 +34042,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger And perwailed on him to stop. </pre> <p> - ‘I maintain that that ‘ere song’s personal to the cloth,’ said the - mottled-faced gentleman, interrupting it at this point. ‘I demand the name - o’ that coachman.’ + ‘I maintain that that ‘ere song’s personal to the cloth,’ said the + mottled-faced gentleman, interrupting it at this point. ‘I demand the name + o’ that coachman.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nobody know’d,’ replied Sam. ‘He hadn’t got his card in his pocket.’ + ‘Nobody know’d,’ replied Sam. ‘He hadn’t got his card in his pocket.’ </p> <p> - ‘I object to the introduction o’ politics,’ said the mottled-faced - gentleman. ‘I submit that, in the present company, that ‘ere song’s - political; and, wot’s much the same, that it ain’t true. I say that that - coachman did not run away; but that he died game—game as pheasants; - and I won’t hear nothin’ said to the contrairey.’ + ‘I object to the introduction o’ politics,’ said the mottled-faced + gentleman. ‘I submit that, in the present company, that ‘ere song’s + political; and, wot’s much the same, that it ain’t true. I say that that + coachman did not run away; but that he died game—game as pheasants; + and I won’t hear nothin’ said to the contrairey.’ </p> <p> As the mottled-faced gentleman spoke with great energy and determination, @@ -34131,62 +34063,62 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger most opportunely arrived. </p> <p> - ‘All right, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘All right, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘The officer will be here at four o’clock,’ said Mr. Pell. ‘I suppose you - won’t run away meanwhile, eh? Ha! ha!’ + ‘The officer will be here at four o’clock,’ said Mr. Pell. ‘I suppose you + won’t run away meanwhile, eh? Ha! ha!’ </p> <p> - ‘P’raps my cruel pa ‘ull relent afore then,’ replied Sam, with a broad + ‘P’raps my cruel pa ‘ull relent afore then,’ replied Sam, with a broad grin. </p> <p> - ‘Not I,’ said the elder Mr. Weller. + ‘Not I,’ said the elder Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Do,’ said Sam. + ‘Do,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Not on no account,’ replied the inexorable creditor. + ‘Not on no account,’ replied the inexorable creditor. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll give bills for the amount, at sixpence a month,’ said Sam. + ‘I’ll give bills for the amount, at sixpence a month,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I won’t take ‘em,’ said Mr. Weller. + ‘I won’t take ‘em,’ said Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Ha, ha, ha! very good, very good,’ said Mr. Solomon Pell, who was making - out his little bill of costs; ‘a very amusing incident indeed! Benjamin, - copy that.’ And Mr. Pell smiled again, as he called Mr. Weller’s attention + ‘Ha, ha, ha! very good, very good,’ said Mr. Solomon Pell, who was making + out his little bill of costs; ‘a very amusing incident indeed! Benjamin, + copy that.’ And Mr. Pell smiled again, as he called Mr. Weller’s attention to the amount. </p> <p> - ‘Thank you, thank you,’ said the professional gentleman, taking up another - of the greasy notes as Mr. Weller took it from the pocket-book. ‘Three ten + ‘Thank you, thank you,’ said the professional gentleman, taking up another + of the greasy notes as Mr. Weller took it from the pocket-book. ‘Three ten and one ten is five. Much obliged to you, Mr. Weller. Your son is a most - deserving young man, very much so indeed, Sir. It’s a very pleasant trait - in a young man’s character, very much so,’ added Mr. Pell, smiling + deserving young man, very much so indeed, Sir. It’s a very pleasant trait + in a young man’s character, very much so,’ added Mr. Pell, smiling smoothly round, as he buttoned up the money. </p> <p> - ‘Wot a game it is!’ said the elder Mr. Weller, with a chuckle. ‘A reg’lar - prodigy son!’ + ‘Wot a game it is!’ said the elder Mr. Weller, with a chuckle. ‘A reg’lar + prodigy son!’ </p> <p> - ‘Prodigal—prodigal son, Sir,’ suggested Mr. Pell, mildly. + ‘Prodigal—prodigal son, Sir,’ suggested Mr. Pell, mildly. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, with dignity. ‘I know wot’s o’clock, - Sir. Wen I don’t, I’ll ask you, Sir.’ + ‘Never mind, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, with dignity. ‘I know wot’s o’clock, + Sir. Wen I don’t, I’ll ask you, Sir.’ </p> <p> By the time the officer arrived, Sam had made himself so extremely popular, that the congregated gentlemen determined to see him to prison in a body. So off they set; the plaintiff and defendant walking arm in arm, the officer in front, and eight stout coachmen bringing up the rear. At - Serjeant’s Inn Coffee-house the whole party halted to refresh, and, the + Serjeant’s Inn Coffee-house the whole party halted to refresh, and, the legal arrangements being completed, the procession moved on again. </p> <p> @@ -34200,101 +34132,101 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger defendant, and, after having shaken hands all round, left him. </p> <p> - Sam, having been formally delivered into the warder’s custody, to the + Sam, having been formally delivered into the warder’s custody, to the intense astonishment of Roker, and to the evident emotion of even the phlegmatic Neddy, passed at once into the prison, walked straight to his - master’s room, and knocked at the door. + master’s room, and knocked at the door. </p> <p> - ‘Come in,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Come in,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Sam appeared, pulled off his hat, and smiled. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, Sam, my good lad!’ said Mr. Pickwick, evidently delighted to see his - humble friend again; ‘I had no intention of hurting your feelings + ‘Ah, Sam, my good lad!’ said Mr. Pickwick, evidently delighted to see his + humble friend again; ‘I had no intention of hurting your feelings yesterday, my faithful fellow, by what I said. Put down your hat, Sam, and - let me explain my meaning, a little more at length.’ + let me explain my meaning, a little more at length.’ </p> <p> - ‘Won’t presently do, sir?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Won’t presently do, sir?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but why not now?’ + ‘Certainly,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but why not now?’ </p> <p> - ‘I’d rayther not now, sir,’ rejoined Sam. + ‘I’d rayther not now, sir,’ rejoined Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Why?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Why?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘’Cause—’ said Sam, hesitating. + ‘’Cause—’ said Sam, hesitating. </p> <p> - ‘Because of what?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, alarmed at his follower’s - manner. ‘Speak out, Sam.’ + ‘Because of what?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, alarmed at his follower’s + manner. ‘Speak out, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘’Cause,’ rejoined Sam—‘’cause I’ve got a little bisness as I want - to do.’ + ‘’Cause,’ rejoined Sam—‘’cause I’ve got a little bisness as I want + to do.’ </p> <p> - ‘What business?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, surprised at Sam’s confused + ‘What business?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, surprised at Sam’s confused manner. </p> <p> - ‘Nothin’ partickler, Sir,’ replied Sam. + ‘Nothin’ partickler, Sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, if it’s nothing particular,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile, ‘you - can speak with me first.’ + ‘Oh, if it’s nothing particular,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile, ‘you + can speak with me first.’ </p> <p> - ‘I think I’d better see arter it at once,’ said Sam, still hesitating. + ‘I think I’d better see arter it at once,’ said Sam, still hesitating. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick looked amazed, but said nothing. </p> <p> - ‘The fact is—’ said Sam, stopping short. + ‘The fact is—’ said Sam, stopping short. </p> <p> - ‘Well!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Speak out, Sam.’ + ‘Well!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Speak out, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, the fact is,’ said Sam, with a desperate effort, ‘perhaps I’d better - see arter my bed afore I do anythin’ else.’ + ‘Why, the fact is,’ said Sam, with a desperate effort, ‘perhaps I’d better + see arter my bed afore I do anythin’ else.’ </p> <p> - ‘<i>Your bed!</i>’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, in astonishment. + ‘<i>Your bed!</i>’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, in astonishment. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, my bed, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘I’m a prisoner. I was arrested this here - wery arternoon for debt.’ + ‘Yes, my bed, Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘I’m a prisoner. I was arrested this here + wery arternoon for debt.’ </p> <p> - ‘You arrested for debt!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sinking into a chair. + ‘You arrested for debt!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sinking into a chair. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, for debt, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘And the man as puts me in, ‘ull never - let me out till you go yourself.’ + ‘Yes, for debt, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘And the man as puts me in, ‘ull never + let me out till you go yourself.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bless my heart and soul!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick. ‘What do you mean?’ + ‘Bless my heart and soul!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick. ‘What do you mean?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot I say, Sir,’ rejoined Sam. ‘If it’s forty years to come, I shall be a - prisoner, and I’m very glad on it; and if it had been Newgate, it would - ha’ been just the same. Now the murder’s out, and, damme, there’s an end - on it!’ + ‘Wot I say, Sir,’ rejoined Sam. ‘If it’s forty years to come, I shall be a + prisoner, and I’m very glad on it; and if it had been Newgate, it would + ha’ been just the same. Now the murder’s out, and, damme, there’s an end + on it!’ </p> <p> With these words, which he repeated with great emphasis and violence, Sam Weller dashed his hat upon the ground, in a most unusual state of excitement; and then, folding his arms, looked firmly and fixedly in his - master’s face. + master’s face. </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0044" id="link2HCH0044"> @@ -34304,149 +34236,149 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER LXIV. TREATS OF DIVERS LITTLE MATTERS WHICH OCCURRED IN THE FLEET, - AND OF MR. WINKLE’S MYSTERIOUS BEHAVIOUR; AND SHOWS HOW THE POOR CHANCERY + CHAPTER XLIV. TREATS OF DIVERS LITTLE MATTERS WHICH OCCURRED IN THE FLEET, + AND OF MR. WINKLE’S MYSTERIOUS BEHAVIOUR; AND SHOWS HOW THE POOR CHANCERY PRISONER OBTAINED HIS RELEASE AT LAST </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. Pickwick felt a - great deal too much touched by the warmth of Sam’s attachment, to be able + great deal too much touched by the warmth of Sam’s attachment, to be able to exhibit any manifestation of anger or displeasure at the precipitate - course he had adopted, in voluntarily consigning himself to a debtor’s + course he had adopted, in voluntarily consigning himself to a debtor’s prison for an indefinite period. The only point on which he persevered in - demanding an explanation, was, the name of Sam’s detaining creditor; but + demanding an explanation, was, the name of Sam’s detaining creditor; but this Mr. Weller as perseveringly withheld. </p> <p> - ‘It ain’t o’ no use, sir,’ said Sam, again and again; ‘he’s a malicious, + ‘It ain’t o’ no use, sir,’ said Sam, again and again; ‘he’s a malicious, bad-disposed, vorldly-minded, spiteful, windictive creetur, with a hard - heart as there ain’t no soft’nin’, as the wirtuous clergyman remarked of - the old gen’l’m’n with the dropsy, ven he said, that upon the whole he - thought he’d rayther leave his property to his vife than build a chapel - vith it.’ + heart as there ain’t no soft’nin’, as the wirtuous clergyman remarked of + the old gen’l’m’n with the dropsy, ven he said, that upon the whole he + thought he’d rayther leave his property to his vife than build a chapel + vith it.’ </p> <p> - ‘But consider, Sam,’ Mr. Pickwick remonstrated, ‘the sum is so small that + ‘But consider, Sam,’ Mr. Pickwick remonstrated, ‘the sum is so small that it can very easily be paid; and having made up my mind that you shall stop with me, you should recollect how much more useful you would be, if you - could go outside the walls.’ + could go outside the walls.’ </p> <p> - Wery much obliged to you, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller gravely; ‘but I’d - rayther not.’ + Wery much obliged to you, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller gravely; ‘but I’d + rayther not.’ </p> <p> - ‘Rather not do what, Sam?’ + ‘Rather not do what, Sam?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wy, I’d rayther not let myself down to ask a favour o’ this here - unremorseful enemy.’ + ‘Wy, I’d rayther not let myself down to ask a favour o’ this here + unremorseful enemy.’ </p> <p> - ‘But it is no favour asking him to take his money, Sam,’ reasoned Mr. + ‘But it is no favour asking him to take his money, Sam,’ reasoned Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ rejoined Sam, ‘but it ‘ud be a wery great favour - to pay it, and he don’t deserve none; that’s where it is, sir.’ + ‘Beg your pardon, sir,’ rejoined Sam, ‘but it ‘ud be a wery great favour + to pay it, and he don’t deserve none; that’s where it is, sir.’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Pickwick, rubbing his nose with an air of some vexation, Mr. Weller thought it prudent to change the theme of the discourse. </p> <p> - ‘I takes my determination on principle, Sir,’ remarked Sam, ‘and you takes - yours on the same ground; wich puts me in mind o’ the man as killed - his-self on principle, wich o’ course you’ve heerd on, Sir.’ Mr. Weller + ‘I takes my determination on principle, Sir,’ remarked Sam, ‘and you takes + yours on the same ground; wich puts me in mind o’ the man as killed + his-self on principle, wich o’ course you’ve heerd on, Sir.’ Mr. Weller paused when he arrived at this point, and cast a comical look at his master out of the corners of his eyes. </p> <p> - ‘There is no “of course” in the case, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, gradually - breaking into a smile, in spite of the uneasiness which Sam’s obstinacy - had given him. ‘The fame of the gentleman in question, never reached my - ears.’ + ‘There is no “of course” in the case, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, gradually + breaking into a smile, in spite of the uneasiness which Sam’s obstinacy + had given him. ‘The fame of the gentleman in question, never reached my + ears.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, sir!’ exclaimed Mr. Weller. ‘You astonish me, Sir; he wos a clerk in - a gov’ment office, sir.’ + ‘No, sir!’ exclaimed Mr. Weller. ‘You astonish me, Sir; he wos a clerk in + a gov’ment office, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Was he?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Was he?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, he wos, Sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller; ‘and a wery pleasant gen’l’m’n - too—one o’ the precise and tidy sort, as puts their feet in little - India-rubber fire-buckets wen it’s wet weather, and never has no other + ‘Yes, he wos, Sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller; ‘and a wery pleasant gen’l’m’n + too—one o’ the precise and tidy sort, as puts their feet in little + India-rubber fire-buckets wen it’s wet weather, and never has no other bosom friends but hare-skins; he saved up his money on principle, wore a - clean shirt ev’ry day on principle; never spoke to none of his relations - on principle, ‘fear they shou’d want to borrow money of him; and wos + clean shirt ev’ry day on principle; never spoke to none of his relations + on principle, ‘fear they shou’d want to borrow money of him; and wos altogether, in fact, an uncommon agreeable character. He had his hair cut on principle vunce a fortnight, and contracted for his clothes on the - economic principle—three suits a year, and send back the old uns. - Being a wery reg’lar gen’l’m’n, he din’d ev’ry day at the same place, + economic principle—three suits a year, and send back the old uns. + Being a wery reg’lar gen’l’m’n, he din’d ev’ry day at the same place, where it was one-and-nine to cut off the joint, and a wery good - one-and-nine’s worth he used to cut, as the landlord often said, with the - tears a-tricklin’ down his face, let alone the way he used to poke the - fire in the vinter time, which wos a dead loss o’ four-pence ha’penny a - day, to say nothin’ at all o’ the aggrawation o’ seein’ him do it. So - uncommon grand with it too! “<i>Post </i>arter the next gen’l’m’n,” he - sings out ev’ry day ven he comes in. “See arter the TIMES, Thomas; let me - look at the MORNIN’ HERALD, when it’s out o’ hand; don’t forget to bespeak - the CHRONICLE; and just bring the ‘TIZER, vill you:” and then he’d set + one-and-nine’s worth he used to cut, as the landlord often said, with the + tears a-tricklin’ down his face, let alone the way he used to poke the + fire in the vinter time, which wos a dead loss o’ four-pence ha’penny a + day, to say nothin’ at all o’ the aggrawation o’ seein’ him do it. So + uncommon grand with it too! “<i>Post </i>arter the next gen’l’m’n,” he + sings out ev’ry day ven he comes in. “See arter the TIMES, Thomas; let me + look at the MORNIN’ HERALD, when it’s out o’ hand; don’t forget to bespeak + the CHRONICLE; and just bring the ‘TIZER, vill you:” and then he’d set vith his eyes fixed on the clock, and rush out, just a quarter of a minit - ‘fore the time to waylay the boy as wos a-comin’ in with the evenin’ - paper, which he’d read with sich intense interest and persewerance as - worked the other customers up to the wery confines o’ desperation and - insanity, ‘specially one i-rascible old gen’l’m’n as the vaiter wos always + ‘fore the time to waylay the boy as wos a-comin’ in with the evenin’ + paper, which he’d read with sich intense interest and persewerance as + worked the other customers up to the wery confines o’ desperation and + insanity, ‘specially one i-rascible old gen’l’m’n as the vaiter wos always obliged to keep a sharp eye on, at sich times, fear he should be tempted - to commit some rash act with the carving-knife. Vell, Sir, here he’d stop, - occupyin’ the best place for three hours, and never takin’ nothin’ arter - his dinner, but sleep, and then he’d go away to a coffee-house a few - streets off, and have a small pot o’ coffee and four crumpets, arter wich - he’d walk home to Kensington and go to bed. One night he wos took very - ill; sends for a doctor; doctor comes in a green fly, with a kind o’ - Robinson Crusoe set o’ steps, as he could let down wen he got out, and - pull up arter him wen he got in, to perwent the necessity o’ the - coachman’s gettin’ down, and thereby undeceivin’ the public by lettin’ ‘em - see that it wos only a livery coat as he’d got on, and not the trousers to - match. “Wot’s the matter?” says the doctor. “Wery ill,” says the patient. - “Wot have you been a-eatin’ on?” says the doctor. “Roast weal,” says the - patient. “Wot’s the last thing you dewoured?” says the doctor. “Crumpets,” - says the patient. “That’s it!” says the doctor. “I’ll send you a box of - pills directly, and don’t you never take no more of ‘em,” he says. “No - more o’ wot?” says the patient—“pills?” “No; crumpets,” says the - doctor. “Wy?” says the patient, starting up in bed; “I’ve eat four - crumpets, ev’ry night for fifteen year, on principle.” “Well, then, you’d - better leave ‘em off, on principle,” says the doctor. “Crumpets is <i>not - </i>wholesome, Sir,” says the doctor, wery fierce. “But they’re so cheap,” - says the patient, comin’ down a little, “and so wery fillin’ at the - price.” “They’d be dear to you, at any price; dear if you wos paid to eat - ‘em,” says the doctor. “Four crumpets a night,” he says, “vill do your - business in six months!” The patient looks him full in the face, and turns - it over in his mind for a long time, and at last he says, “Are you sure o’ - that ‘ere, Sir?” “I’ll stake my professional reputation on it,” says the - doctor. “How many crumpets, at a sittin’, do you think ‘ud kill me off at - once?” says the patient. “I don’t know,” says the doctor. “Do you think - half-a-crown’s wurth ‘ud do it?” says the patient. “I think it might,” - says the doctor. “Three shillins’ wurth ‘ud be sure to do it, I s’pose?” - says the patient. “Certainly,” says the doctor. “Wery good,” says the - patient; “good-night.” Next mornin’ he gets up, has a fire lit, orders in - three shillins’ wurth o’ crumpets, toasts ‘em all, eats ‘em all, and blows - his brains out.’ - </p> - <p> - ‘What did he do that for?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick abruptly; for he was + to commit some rash act with the carving-knife. Vell, Sir, here he’d stop, + occupyin’ the best place for three hours, and never takin’ nothin’ arter + his dinner, but sleep, and then he’d go away to a coffee-house a few + streets off, and have a small pot o’ coffee and four crumpets, arter wich + he’d walk home to Kensington and go to bed. One night he wos took very + ill; sends for a doctor; doctor comes in a green fly, with a kind o’ + Robinson Crusoe set o’ steps, as he could let down wen he got out, and + pull up arter him wen he got in, to perwent the necessity o’ the + coachman’s gettin’ down, and thereby undeceivin’ the public by lettin’ ‘em + see that it wos only a livery coat as he’d got on, and not the trousers to + match. “Wot’s the matter?” says the doctor. “Wery ill,” says the patient. + “Wot have you been a-eatin’ on?” says the doctor. “Roast weal,” says the + patient. “Wot’s the last thing you dewoured?” says the doctor. “Crumpets,” + says the patient. “That’s it!” says the doctor. “I’ll send you a box of + pills directly, and don’t you never take no more of ‘em,” he says. “No + more o’ wot?” says the patient—“pills?” “No; crumpets,” says the + doctor. “Wy?” says the patient, starting up in bed; “I’ve eat four + crumpets, ev’ry night for fifteen year, on principle.” “Well, then, you’d + better leave ‘em off, on principle,” says the doctor. “Crumpets is <i>not + </i>wholesome, Sir,” says the doctor, wery fierce. “But they’re so cheap,” + says the patient, comin’ down a little, “and so wery fillin’ at the + price.” “They’d be dear to you, at any price; dear if you wos paid to eat + ‘em,” says the doctor. “Four crumpets a night,” he says, “vill do your + business in six months!” The patient looks him full in the face, and turns + it over in his mind for a long time, and at last he says, “Are you sure o’ + that ‘ere, Sir?” “I’ll stake my professional reputation on it,” says the + doctor. “How many crumpets, at a sittin’, do you think ‘ud kill me off at + once?” says the patient. “I don’t know,” says the doctor. “Do you think + half-a-crown’s wurth ‘ud do it?” says the patient. “I think it might,” + says the doctor. “Three shillins’ wurth ‘ud be sure to do it, I s’pose?” + says the patient. “Certainly,” says the doctor. “Wery good,” says the + patient; “good-night.” Next mornin’ he gets up, has a fire lit, orders in + three shillins’ wurth o’ crumpets, toasts ‘em all, eats ‘em all, and blows + his brains out.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What did he do that for?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick abruptly; for he was considerably startled by this tragical termination of the narrative. </p> <p> - ‘Wot did he do it for, Sir?’ reiterated Sam. ‘Wy, in support of his great - principle that crumpets wos wholesome, and to show that he wouldn’t be put - out of his way for nobody!’ + ‘Wot did he do it for, Sir?’ reiterated Sam. ‘Wy, in support of his great + principle that crumpets wos wholesome, and to show that he wouldn’t be put + out of his way for nobody!’ </p> <p> With such like shiftings and changings of the discourse, did Mr. Weller - meet his master’s questioning on the night of his taking up his residence + meet his master’s questioning on the night of his taking up his residence in the Fleet. Finding all gentle remonstrance useless, Mr. Pickwick at length yielded a reluctant consent to his taking lodgings by the week, of a bald-headed cobbler, who rented a small slip room in one of the upper @@ -34456,41 +34388,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his whole family had vegetated therein for three generations. </p> <p> - ‘Do you always smoke arter you goes to bed, old cock?’ inquired Mr. Weller + ‘Do you always smoke arter you goes to bed, old cock?’ inquired Mr. Weller of his landlord, when they had both retired for the night. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I does, young bantam,’ replied the cobbler. + ‘Yes, I does, young bantam,’ replied the cobbler. </p> <p> - ‘Will you allow me to in-quire wy you make up your bed under that ‘ere - deal table?’ said Sam. + ‘Will you allow me to in-quire wy you make up your bed under that ‘ere + deal table?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘’Cause I was always used to a four-poster afore I came here, and I find - the legs of the table answer just as well,’ replied the cobbler. + ‘’Cause I was always used to a four-poster afore I came here, and I find + the legs of the table answer just as well,’ replied the cobbler. </p> <p> - ‘You’re a character, sir,’ said Sam. + ‘You’re a character, sir,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I haven’t got anything of the kind belonging to me,’ rejoined the - cobbler, shaking his head; ‘and if you want to meet with a good one, I’m - afraid you’ll find some difficulty in suiting yourself at this register - office.’ + ‘I haven’t got anything of the kind belonging to me,’ rejoined the + cobbler, shaking his head; ‘and if you want to meet with a good one, I’m + afraid you’ll find some difficulty in suiting yourself at this register + office.’ </p> <p> The above short dialogue took place as Mr. Weller lay extended on his mattress at one end of the room, and the cobbler on his, at the other; the - apartment being illumined by the light of a rush-candle, and the cobbler’s + apartment being illumined by the light of a rush-candle, and the cobbler’s pipe, which was glowing below the table, like a red-hot coal. The conversation, brief as it was, predisposed Mr. Weller strongly in his - landlord’s favour; and, raising himself on his elbow, he took a more + landlord’s favour; and, raising himself on his elbow, he took a more lengthened survey of his appearance than he had yet had either time or inclination to make. </p> <p> - He was a sallow man—all cobblers are; and had a strong bristly beard—all + He was a sallow man—all cobblers are; and had a strong bristly beard—all cobblers have. His face was a queer, good-tempered, crooked-featured piece of workmanship, ornamented with a couple of eyes that must have worn a very joyous expression at one time, for they sparkled yet. The man was @@ -34502,159 +34434,159 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a state of enviable placidity. </p> <p> - ‘Have you been here long?’ inquired Sam, breaking the silence which had + ‘Have you been here long?’ inquired Sam, breaking the silence which had lasted for some time. </p> <p> - ‘Twelve year,’ replied the cobbler, biting the end of his pipe as he + ‘Twelve year,’ replied the cobbler, biting the end of his pipe as he spoke. </p> <p> - ‘Contempt?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Contempt?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> The cobbler nodded. </p> <p> - ‘Well, then,’ said Sam, with some sternness, ‘wot do you persevere in - bein’ obstinit for, vastin’ your precious life away, in this here - magnified pound? Wy don’t you give in, and tell the Chancellorship that - you’re wery sorry for makin’ his court contemptible, and you won’t do so - no more?’ + ‘Well, then,’ said Sam, with some sternness, ‘wot do you persevere in + bein’ obstinit for, vastin’ your precious life away, in this here + magnified pound? Wy don’t you give in, and tell the Chancellorship that + you’re wery sorry for makin’ his court contemptible, and you won’t do so + no more?’ </p> <p> The cobbler put his pipe in the corner of his mouth, while he smiled, and then brought it back to its old place again; but said nothing. </p> <p> - ‘Wy don’t you?’ said Sam, urging his question strenuously. + ‘Wy don’t you?’ said Sam, urging his question strenuously. </p> <p> - ‘Ah,’ said the cobbler, ‘you don’t quite understand these matters. What do - you suppose ruined me, now?’ + ‘Ah,’ said the cobbler, ‘you don’t quite understand these matters. What do + you suppose ruined me, now?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wy,’ said Sam, trimming the rush-light, ‘I s’pose the beginnin’ wos, that - you got into debt, eh?’ + ‘Wy,’ said Sam, trimming the rush-light, ‘I s’pose the beginnin’ wos, that + you got into debt, eh?’ </p> <p> - ‘Never owed a farden,’ said the cobbler; ‘try again.’ + ‘Never owed a farden,’ said the cobbler; ‘try again.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, perhaps,’ said Sam, ‘you bought houses, wich is delicate English - for goin’ mad; or took to buildin’, wich is a medical term for bein’ - incurable.’ + ‘Well, perhaps,’ said Sam, ‘you bought houses, wich is delicate English + for goin’ mad; or took to buildin’, wich is a medical term for bein’ + incurable.’ </p> <p> - The cobbler shook his head and said, ‘Try again.’ + The cobbler shook his head and said, ‘Try again.’ </p> <p> - ‘You didn’t go to law, I hope?’ said Sam suspiciously. + ‘You didn’t go to law, I hope?’ said Sam suspiciously. </p> <p> - ‘Never in my life,’ replied the cobbler. ‘The fact is, I was ruined by - having money left me.’ + ‘Never in my life,’ replied the cobbler. ‘The fact is, I was ruined by + having money left me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come, come,’ said Sam, ‘that von’t do. I wish some rich enemy ‘ud try to - vork my destruction in that ‘ere vay. I’d let him.’ + ‘Come, come,’ said Sam, ‘that von’t do. I wish some rich enemy ‘ud try to + vork my destruction in that ‘ere vay. I’d let him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I dare say you don’t believe it,’ said the cobbler, quietly smoking - his pipe. ‘I wouldn’t if I was you; but it’s true for all that.’ + ‘Oh, I dare say you don’t believe it,’ said the cobbler, quietly smoking + his pipe. ‘I wouldn’t if I was you; but it’s true for all that.’ </p> <p> - ‘How wos it?’ inquired Sam, half induced to believe the fact already, by + ‘How wos it?’ inquired Sam, half induced to believe the fact already, by the look the cobbler gave him. </p> <p> - ‘Just this,’ replied the cobbler; ‘an old gentleman that I worked for, - down in the country, and a humble relation of whose I married—she’s - dead, God bless her, and thank Him for it!—was seized with a fit and - went off.’ + ‘Just this,’ replied the cobbler; ‘an old gentleman that I worked for, + down in the country, and a humble relation of whose I married—she’s + dead, God bless her, and thank Him for it!—was seized with a fit and + went off.’ </p> <p> - ‘Where?’ inquired Sam, who was growing sleepy after the numerous events of + ‘Where?’ inquired Sam, who was growing sleepy after the numerous events of the day. </p> <p> - ‘How should I know where he went?’ said the cobbler, speaking through his - nose in an intense enjoyment of his pipe. ‘He went off dead.’ + ‘How should I know where he went?’ said the cobbler, speaking through his + nose in an intense enjoyment of his pipe. ‘He went off dead.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, that indeed,’ said Sam. ‘Well?’ + ‘Oh, that indeed,’ said Sam. ‘Well?’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said the cobbler, ‘he left five thousand pound behind him.’ + ‘Well,’ said the cobbler, ‘he left five thousand pound behind him.’ </p> <p> - ‘And wery gen-teel in him so to do,’ said Sam. + ‘And wery gen-teel in him so to do,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘One of which,’ continued the cobbler, ‘he left to me, ‘cause I married - his relation, you see.’ + ‘One of which,’ continued the cobbler, ‘he left to me, ‘cause I married + his relation, you see.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good,’ murmured Sam. + ‘Wery good,’ murmured Sam. </p> <p> - ‘And being surrounded by a great number of nieces and nevys, as was always + ‘And being surrounded by a great number of nieces and nevys, as was always quarrelling and fighting among themselves for the property, he makes me - his executor, and leaves the rest to me in trust, to divide it among ‘em - as the will prowided.’ + his executor, and leaves the rest to me in trust, to divide it among ‘em + as the will prowided.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot do you mean by leavin’ it on trust?’ inquired Sam, waking up a - little. ‘If it ain’t ready-money, were’s the use on it?’ + ‘Wot do you mean by leavin’ it on trust?’ inquired Sam, waking up a + little. ‘If it ain’t ready-money, were’s the use on it?’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s a law term, that’s all,’ said the cobbler. + ‘It’s a law term, that’s all,’ said the cobbler. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t think that,’ said Sam, shaking his head. ‘There’s wery little - trust at that shop. Hows’ever, go on.’ + ‘I don’t think that,’ said Sam, shaking his head. ‘There’s wery little + trust at that shop. Hows’ever, go on.’ </p> <p> - Well,’ said the cobbler, ‘when I was going to take out a probate of the + Well,’ said the cobbler, ‘when I was going to take out a probate of the will, the nieces and nevys, who was desperately disappointed at not - getting all the money, enters a caveat against it.’ + getting all the money, enters a caveat against it.’ </p> <p> - What’s that?’ inquired Sam. + What’s that?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘A legal instrument, which is as much as to say, it’s no go,’ replied the + ‘A legal instrument, which is as much as to say, it’s no go,’ replied the cobbler. </p> <p> - ‘I see,’ said Sam, ‘a sort of brother-in-law o’ the have-his-carcass. - Well.’ + ‘I see,’ said Sam, ‘a sort of brother-in-law o’ the have-his-carcass. + Well.’ </p> <p> - ‘But,’ continued the cobbler, ‘finding that they couldn’t agree among - themselves, and consequently couldn’t get up a case against the will, they - withdrew the caveat, and I paid all the legacies. I’d hardly done it, when + ‘But,’ continued the cobbler, ‘finding that they couldn’t agree among + themselves, and consequently couldn’t get up a case against the will, they + withdrew the caveat, and I paid all the legacies. I’d hardly done it, when one nevy brings an action to set the will aside. The case comes on, some months afterwards, afore a deaf old gentleman, in a back room somewhere - down by Paul’s Churchyard; and arter four counsels had taken a day a-piece + down by Paul’s Churchyard; and arter four counsels had taken a day a-piece to bother him regularly, he takes a week or two to consider, and read the evidence in six volumes, and then gives his judgment that how the testator was not quite right in his head, and I must pay all the money back again, and all the costs. I appealed; the case come on before three or four very sleepy gentlemen, who had heard it all before in the other court, where - they’re lawyers without work; the only difference being, that, there, - they’re called doctors, and in the other place delegates, if you + they’re lawyers without work; the only difference being, that, there, + they’re called doctors, and in the other place delegates, if you understand that; and they very dutifully confirmed the decision of the old gentleman below. After that, we went into Chancery, where we are still, and where I shall always be. My lawyers have had all my thousand pound - long ago; and what between the estate, as they call it, and the costs, I’m + long ago; and what between the estate, as they call it, and the costs, I’m here for ten thousand, and shall stop here, till I die, mending shoes. Some gentlemen have talked of bringing it before Parliament, and I dare - say would have done it, only they hadn’t time to come to me, and I hadn’t + say would have done it, only they hadn’t time to come to me, and I hadn’t power to go to them, and they got tired of my long letters, and dropped - the business. And this is God’s truth, without one word of suppression or + the business. And this is God’s truth, without one word of suppression or exaggeration, as fifty people, both in this place and out of it, very well - know.’ + know.’ </p> <p> The cobbler paused to ascertain what effect his story had produced on Sam; @@ -34664,91 +34596,91 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick was sitting at breakfast, alone, next morning (Sam being - busily engaged in the cobbler’s room, polishing his master’s shoes and + busily engaged in the cobbler’s room, polishing his master’s shoes and brushing the black gaiters) when there came a knock at the door, which, - before Mr. Pickwick could cry ‘Come in!’ was followed by the appearance of + before Mr. Pickwick could cry ‘Come in!’ was followed by the appearance of a head of hair and a cotton-velvet cap, both of which articles of dress he had no difficulty in recognising as the personal property of Mr. Smangle. </p> <p> - ‘How are you?’ said that worthy, accompanying the inquiry with a score or - two of nods; ‘I say—do you expect anybody this morning? Three men—devilish - gentlemanly fellows—have been asking after you downstairs, and - knocking at every door on the hall flight; for which they’ve been most + ‘How are you?’ said that worthy, accompanying the inquiry with a score or + two of nods; ‘I say—do you expect anybody this morning? Three men—devilish + gentlemanly fellows—have been asking after you downstairs, and + knocking at every door on the hall flight; for which they’ve been most infernally blown up by the collegians that had the trouble of opening - ‘em.’ + ‘em.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me! How very foolish of them,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rising. ‘Yes; I + ‘Dear me! How very foolish of them,’ said Mr. Pickwick, rising. ‘Yes; I have no doubt they are some friends whom I rather expected to see, - yesterday.’ + yesterday.’ </p> <p> - ‘Friends of yours!’ exclaimed Smangle, seizing Mr. Pickwick by the hand. - ‘Say no more. Curse me, they’re friends of mine from this minute, and - friends of Mivins’s, too. Infernal pleasant, gentlemanly dog, Mivins, - isn’t he?’ said Smangle, with great feeling. + ‘Friends of yours!’ exclaimed Smangle, seizing Mr. Pickwick by the hand. + ‘Say no more. Curse me, they’re friends of mine from this minute, and + friends of Mivins’s, too. Infernal pleasant, gentlemanly dog, Mivins, + isn’t he?’ said Smangle, with great feeling. </p> <p> - ‘I know so little of the gentleman,’ said Mr. Pickwick, hesitating, ‘that - I—’ + ‘I know so little of the gentleman,’ said Mr. Pickwick, hesitating, ‘that + I—’ </p> <p> - ‘I know you do,’ interrupted Smangle, clasping Mr. Pickwick by the - shoulder. ‘You shall know him better. You’ll be delighted with him. That - man, Sir,’ said Smangle, with a solemn countenance, ‘has comic powers that - would do honour to Drury Lane Theatre.’ + ‘I know you do,’ interrupted Smangle, clasping Mr. Pickwick by the + shoulder. ‘You shall know him better. You’ll be delighted with him. That + man, Sir,’ said Smangle, with a solemn countenance, ‘has comic powers that + would do honour to Drury Lane Theatre.’ </p> <p> - ‘Has he indeed?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Has he indeed?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, by Jove he has!’ replied Smangle. ‘Hear him come the four cats in the - wheel-barrow—four distinct cats, sir, I pledge you my honour. Now - you know that’s infernal clever! Damme, you can’t help liking a man, when - you see these traits about him. He’s only one fault—that little - failing I mentioned to you, you know.’ + ‘Ah, by Jove he has!’ replied Smangle. ‘Hear him come the four cats in the + wheel-barrow—four distinct cats, sir, I pledge you my honour. Now + you know that’s infernal clever! Damme, you can’t help liking a man, when + you see these traits about him. He’s only one fault—that little + failing I mentioned to you, you know.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Smangle shook his head in a confidential and sympathising manner at this juncture, Mr. Pickwick felt that he was expected to say something, so - he said, ‘Ah!’ and looked restlessly at the door. + he said, ‘Ah!’ and looked restlessly at the door. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ echoed Mr. Smangle, with a long-drawn sigh. ‘He’s delightful - company, that man is, sir. I don’t know better company anywhere; but he + ‘Ah!’ echoed Mr. Smangle, with a long-drawn sigh. ‘He’s delightful + company, that man is, sir. I don’t know better company anywhere; but he has that one drawback. If the ghost of his grandfather, Sir, was to rise - before him this minute, he’d ask him for the loan of his acceptance on an - eightpenny stamp.’ + before him this minute, he’d ask him for the loan of his acceptance on an + eightpenny stamp.’ </p> <p> - Dear me!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + Dear me!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ added Mr. Smangle; ‘and if he’d the power of raising him again, he - would, in two months and three days from this time, to renew the bill!’ + ‘Yes,’ added Mr. Smangle; ‘and if he’d the power of raising him again, he + would, in two months and three days from this time, to renew the bill!’ </p> <p> - ‘Those are very remarkable traits,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but I’m afraid + ‘Those are very remarkable traits,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but I’m afraid that while we are talking here, my friends may be in a state of great - perplexity at not finding me.’ + perplexity at not finding me.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll show ‘em the way,’ said Smangle, making for the door. ‘Good-day. I - won’t disturb you while they’re here, you know. By the bye—’ + ‘I’ll show ‘em the way,’ said Smangle, making for the door. ‘Good-day. I + won’t disturb you while they’re here, you know. By the bye—’ </p> <p> As Smangle pronounced the last three words, he stopped suddenly, reclosed the door which he had opened, and, walking softly back to Mr. Pickwick, - stepped close up to him on tiptoe, and said, in a very soft whisper— + stepped close up to him on tiptoe, and said, in a very soft whisper— </p> <p> - ‘You couldn’t make it convenient to lend me half-a-crown till the latter - end of next week, could you?’ + ‘You couldn’t make it convenient to lend me half-a-crown till the latter + end of next week, could you?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick could scarcely forbear smiling, but managing to preserve his - gravity, he drew forth the coin, and placed it in Mr. Smangle’s palm; upon + gravity, he drew forth the coin, and placed it in Mr. Smangle’s palm; upon which, that gentleman, with many nods and winks, implying profound mystery, disappeared in quest of the three strangers, with whom he presently returned; and having coughed thrice, and nodded as many times, @@ -34756,9 +34688,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hands all round, in an engaging manner, and at length took himself off. </p> <p> - ‘My dear friends,’ said Mr. Pickwick, shaking hands alternately with Mr. + ‘My dear friends,’ said Mr. Pickwick, shaking hands alternately with Mr. Tupman, Mr. Winkle, and Mr. Snodgrass, who were the three visitors in - question, ‘I am delighted to see you.’ + question, ‘I am delighted to see you.’ </p> <p> The triumvirate were much affected. Mr. Tupman shook his head deploringly, @@ -34766,91 +34698,91 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Winkle retired to the window, and sniffed aloud. </p> <p> - ‘Mornin’, gen’l’m’n,’ said Sam, entering at the moment with the shoes and - gaiters. ‘Avay vith melincholly, as the little boy said ven his - schoolmissus died. Velcome to the college, gen’l’m’n.’ + ‘Mornin’, gen’l’m’n,’ said Sam, entering at the moment with the shoes and + gaiters. ‘Avay vith melincholly, as the little boy said ven his + schoolmissus died. Velcome to the college, gen’l’m’n.’ </p> <p> - ‘This foolish fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, tapping Sam on the head as he - knelt down to button up his master’s gaiters—‘this foolish fellow - has got himself arrested, in order to be near me.’ + ‘This foolish fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, tapping Sam on the head as he + knelt down to button up his master’s gaiters—‘this foolish fellow + has got himself arrested, in order to be near me.’ </p> <p> - ‘What!’ exclaimed the three friends. + ‘What!’ exclaimed the three friends. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, gen’l’m’n,’ said Sam, ‘I’m a—stand steady, sir, if you please—I’m - a prisoner, gen’l’m’n. Con-fined, as the lady said.’ + ‘Yes, gen’l’m’n,’ said Sam, ‘I’m a—stand steady, sir, if you please—I’m + a prisoner, gen’l’m’n. Con-fined, as the lady said.’ </p> <p> - ‘A prisoner!’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle, with unaccountable vehemence. + ‘A prisoner!’ exclaimed Mr. Winkle, with unaccountable vehemence. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo, sir!’ responded Sam, looking up. ‘Wot’s the matter, Sir?’ + ‘Hollo, sir!’ responded Sam, looking up. ‘Wot’s the matter, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘I had hoped, Sam, that—Nothing, nothing,’ said Mr. Winkle + ‘I had hoped, Sam, that—Nothing, nothing,’ said Mr. Winkle precipitately. </p> <p> - There was something so very abrupt and unsettled in Mr. Winkle’s manner, + There was something so very abrupt and unsettled in Mr. Winkle’s manner, that Mr. Pickwick involuntarily looked at his two friends for an explanation. </p> <p> - ‘We don’t know,’ said Mr. Tupman, answering this mute appeal aloud. ‘He + ‘We don’t know,’ said Mr. Tupman, answering this mute appeal aloud. ‘He has been much excited for two days past, and his whole demeanour very unlike what it usually is. We feared there must be something the matter, - but he resolutely denies it.’ + but he resolutely denies it.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Winkle, colouring beneath Mr. Pickwick’s gaze; ‘there + ‘No, no,’ said Mr. Winkle, colouring beneath Mr. Pickwick’s gaze; ‘there is really nothing. I assure you there is nothing, my dear sir. It will be necessary for me to leave town, for a short time, on private business, and - I had hoped to have prevailed upon you to allow Sam to accompany me.’ + I had hoped to have prevailed upon you to allow Sam to accompany me.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick looked more astonished than before. </p> <p> - ‘I think,’ faltered Mr. Winkle, ‘that Sam would have had no objection to + ‘I think,’ faltered Mr. Winkle, ‘that Sam would have had no objection to do so; but, of course, his being a prisoner here, renders it impossible. - So I must go alone.’ + So I must go alone.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Winkle said these words, Mr. Pickwick felt, with some astonishment, - that Sam’s fingers were trembling at the gaiters, as if he were rather + that Sam’s fingers were trembling at the gaiters, as if he were rather surprised or startled. Sam looked up at Mr. Winkle, too, when he had finished speaking; and though the glance they exchanged was instantaneous, they seemed to understand each other. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know anything of this, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick sharply. + ‘Do you know anything of this, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick sharply. </p> <p> - ‘No, I don’t, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, beginning to button with + ‘No, I don’t, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, beginning to button with extraordinary assiduity. </p> <p> - ‘Are you sure, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Are you sure, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wy, sir,’ responded Mr. Weller; ‘I’m sure so far, that I’ve never heerd - anythin’ on the subject afore this moment. If I makes any guess about it,’ - added Sam, looking at Mr. Winkle, ‘I haven’t got any right to say what it - is, ‘fear it should be a wrong ‘un.’ + ‘Wy, sir,’ responded Mr. Weller; ‘I’m sure so far, that I’ve never heerd + anythin’ on the subject afore this moment. If I makes any guess about it,’ + added Sam, looking at Mr. Winkle, ‘I haven’t got any right to say what it + is, ‘fear it should be a wrong ‘un.’ </p> <p> - ‘I have no right to make any further inquiry into the private affairs of a - friend, however intimate a friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after a short - silence; ‘at present let me merely say, that I do not understand this at - all. There. We have had quite enough of the subject.’ + ‘I have no right to make any further inquiry into the private affairs of a + friend, however intimate a friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick, after a short + silence; ‘at present let me merely say, that I do not understand this at + all. There. We have had quite enough of the subject.’ </p> <p> Thus expressing himself, Mr. Pickwick led the conversation to different topics, and Mr. Winkle gradually appeared more at ease, though still very far from being completely so. They had all so much to converse about, that - the morning very quickly passed away; and when, at three o’clock, Mr. + the morning very quickly passed away; and when, at three o’clock, Mr. Weller produced upon the little dining-table, a roast leg of mutton and an enormous meat-pie, with sundry dishes of vegetables, and pots of porter, which stood upon the chairs or the sofa bedstead, or where they could, @@ -34861,176 +34793,176 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> To these succeeded a bottle or two of very good wine, for which a messenger was despatched by Mr. Pickwick to the Horn Coffee-house, in - Doctors’ Commons. The bottle or two, indeed, might be more properly + Doctors’ Commons. The bottle or two, indeed, might be more properly described as a bottle or six, for by the time it was drunk, and tea over, the bell began to ring for strangers to withdraw. </p> <p> - But, if Mr. Winkle’s behaviour had been unaccountable in the morning, it + But, if Mr. Winkle’s behaviour had been unaccountable in the morning, it became perfectly unearthly and solemn when, under the influence of his feelings, and his share of the bottle or six, he prepared to take leave of his friend. He lingered behind, until Mr. Tupman and Mr. Snodgrass had - disappeared, and then fervently clenched Mr. Pickwick’s hand, with an + disappeared, and then fervently clenched Mr. Pickwick’s hand, with an expression of face in which deep and mighty resolve was fearfully blended with the very concentrated essence of gloom. </p> <p> - ‘Good-night, my dear Sir!’ said Mr. Winkle between his set teeth. + ‘Good-night, my dear Sir!’ said Mr. Winkle between his set teeth. </p> <p> - ‘Bless you, my dear fellow!’ replied the warm-hearted Mr. Pickwick, as he - returned the pressure of his young friend’s hand. + ‘Bless you, my dear fellow!’ replied the warm-hearted Mr. Pickwick, as he + returned the pressure of his young friend’s hand. </p> <p> - ‘Now then!’ cried Mr. Tupman from the gallery. + ‘Now then!’ cried Mr. Tupman from the gallery. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes, directly,’ replied Mr. Winkle. ‘Good-night!’ + ‘Yes, yes, directly,’ replied Mr. Winkle. ‘Good-night!’ </p> <p> - ‘Good-night,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Good-night,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> There was another good-night, and another, and half a dozen more after - that, and still Mr. Winkle had fast hold of his friend’s hand, and was + that, and still Mr. Winkle had fast hold of his friend’s hand, and was looking into his face with the same strange expression. </p> <p> - ‘Is anything the matter?’ said Mr. Pickwick at last, when his arm was + ‘Is anything the matter?’ said Mr. Pickwick at last, when his arm was quite sore with shaking. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘Nothing,’ said Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Well then, good-night,’ said Mr. Pickwick, attempting to disengage his + ‘Well then, good-night,’ said Mr. Pickwick, attempting to disengage his hand. </p> <p> - ‘My friend, my benefactor, my honoured companion,’ murmured Mr. Winkle, - catching at his wrist. ‘Do not judge me harshly; do not, when you hear - that, driven to extremity by hopeless obstacles, I—’ + ‘My friend, my benefactor, my honoured companion,’ murmured Mr. Winkle, + catching at his wrist. ‘Do not judge me harshly; do not, when you hear + that, driven to extremity by hopeless obstacles, I—’ </p> <p> - ‘Now then,’ said Mr. Tupman, reappearing at the door. ‘Are you coming, or - are we to be locked in?’ + ‘Now then,’ said Mr. Tupman, reappearing at the door. ‘Are you coming, or + are we to be locked in?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes, I am ready,’ replied Mr. Winkle. And with a violent effort he + ‘Yes, yes, I am ready,’ replied Mr. Winkle. And with a violent effort he tore himself away. </p> <p> As Mr. Pickwick was gazing down the passage after them in silent astonishment, Sam Weller appeared at the stair-head, and whispered for one - moment in Mr. Winkle’s ear. + moment in Mr. Winkle’s ear. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, certainly, depend upon me,’ said that gentleman aloud. + ‘Oh, certainly, depend upon me,’ said that gentleman aloud. </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, sir. You won’t forget, sir?’ said Sam. + ‘Thank’ee, sir. You won’t forget, sir?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Of course not,’ replied Mr. Winkle. + ‘Of course not,’ replied Mr. Winkle. </p> <p> - ‘Wish you luck, Sir,’ said Sam, touching his hat. ‘I should very much - liked to ha’ joined you, Sir; but the gov’nor, o’ course, is paramount.’ + ‘Wish you luck, Sir,’ said Sam, touching his hat. ‘I should very much + liked to ha’ joined you, Sir; but the gov’nor, o’ course, is paramount.’ </p> <p> - ‘It is very much to your credit that you remain here,’ said Mr. Winkle. + ‘It is very much to your credit that you remain here,’ said Mr. Winkle. With these words they disappeared down the stairs. </p> <p> - ‘Very extraordinary,’ said Mr. Pickwick, going back into his room, and - seating himself at the table in a musing attitude. ‘What can that young - man be going to do?’ + ‘Very extraordinary,’ said Mr. Pickwick, going back into his room, and + seating himself at the table in a musing attitude. ‘What can that young + man be going to do?’ </p> <p> He had sat ruminating about the matter for some time, when the voice of Roker, the turnkey, demanded whether he might come in. </p> <p> - ‘By all means,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘By all means,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I’ve brought you a softer pillow, Sir,’ said Mr. Roker, ‘instead of the - temporary one you had last night.’ + ‘I’ve brought you a softer pillow, Sir,’ said Mr. Roker, ‘instead of the + temporary one you had last night.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank you,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Will you take a glass of wine?’ + ‘Thank you,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Will you take a glass of wine?’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re wery good, Sir,’ replied Mr. Roker, accepting the proffered glass. - ‘Yours, sir.’ + ‘You’re wery good, Sir,’ replied Mr. Roker, accepting the proffered glass. + ‘Yours, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank you,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Thank you,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I’m sorry to say that your landlord’s wery bad to-night, Sir,’ said + ‘I’m sorry to say that your landlord’s wery bad to-night, Sir,’ said Roker, setting down the glass, and inspecting the lining of his hat preparatory to putting it on again. </p> <p> - ‘What! The Chancery prisoner!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What! The Chancery prisoner!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘He won’t be a Chancery prisoner wery long, Sir,’ replied Roker, turning - his hat round, so as to get the maker’s name right side upwards, as he + ‘He won’t be a Chancery prisoner wery long, Sir,’ replied Roker, turning + his hat round, so as to get the maker’s name right side upwards, as he looked into it. </p> <p> - ‘You make my blood run cold,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘What do you mean?’ + ‘You make my blood run cold,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘What do you mean?’ </p> <p> - ‘He’s been consumptive for a long time past,’ said Mr. Roker, ‘and he’s + ‘He’s been consumptive for a long time past,’ said Mr. Roker, ‘and he’s taken wery bad in the breath to-night. The doctor said, six months ago, - that nothing but change of air could save him.’ + that nothing but change of air could save him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Great Heaven!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick; ‘has this man been slowly murdered - by the law for six months?’ + ‘Great Heaven!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick; ‘has this man been slowly murdered + by the law for six months?’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know about that,’ replied Roker, weighing the hat by the brim in - both hands. ‘I suppose he’d have been took the same, wherever he was. He + ‘I don’t know about that,’ replied Roker, weighing the hat by the brim in + both hands. ‘I suppose he’d have been took the same, wherever he was. He went into the infirmary, this morning; the doctor says his strength is to - be kept up as much as possible; and the warden’s sent him wine and broth - and that, from his own house. It’s not the warden’s fault, you know, sir.’ + be kept up as much as possible; and the warden’s sent him wine and broth + and that, from his own house. It’s not the warden’s fault, you know, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick hastily. + ‘Of course not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick hastily. </p> <p> - ‘I’m afraid, however,’ said Roker, shaking his head, ‘that it’s all up - with him. I offered Neddy two six-penn’orths to one upon it just now, but - he wouldn’t take it, and quite right. Thank’ee, Sir. Good-night, sir.’ + ‘I’m afraid, however,’ said Roker, shaking his head, ‘that it’s all up + with him. I offered Neddy two six-penn’orths to one upon it just now, but + he wouldn’t take it, and quite right. Thank’ee, Sir. Good-night, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Stay,’ said Mr. Pickwick earnestly. ‘Where is this infirmary?’ + ‘Stay,’ said Mr. Pickwick earnestly. ‘Where is this infirmary?’ </p> <p> - ‘Just over where you slept, sir,’ replied Roker. ‘I’ll show you, if you - like to come.’ Mr. Pickwick snatched up his hat without speaking, and + ‘Just over where you slept, sir,’ replied Roker. ‘I’ll show you, if you + like to come.’ Mr. Pickwick snatched up his hat without speaking, and followed at once. </p> <p> The turnkey led the way in silence; and gently raising the latch of the room door, motioned Mr. Pickwick to enter. It was a large, bare, desolate room, with a number of stump bedsteads made of iron, on one of which lay - stretched the shadow of a man—wan, pale, and ghastly. His breathing + stretched the shadow of a man—wan, pale, and ghastly. His breathing was hard and thick, and he moaned painfully as it came and went. At the - bedside sat a short old man in a cobbler’s apron, who, by the aid of a + bedside sat a short old man in a cobbler’s apron, who, by the aid of a pair of horn spectacles, was reading from the Bible aloud. It was the fortunate legatee. </p> <p> - The sick man laid his hand upon his attendant’s arm, and motioned him to + The sick man laid his hand upon his attendant’s arm, and motioned him to stop. He closed the book, and laid it on the bed. </p> <p> - ‘Open the window,’ said the sick man. + ‘Open the window,’ said the sick man. </p> <p> He did so. The noise of carriages and carts, the rattle of wheels, the @@ -35045,13 +34977,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger melancholy to the watcher by the bed of death! </p> <p> - ‘There is no air here,’ said the man faintly. ‘The place pollutes it. It + ‘There is no air here,’ said the man faintly. ‘The place pollutes it. It was fresh round about, when I walked there, years ago; but it grows hot - and heavy in passing these walls. I cannot breathe it.’ + and heavy in passing these walls. I cannot breathe it.’ </p> <p> - ‘We have breathed it together, for a long time,’ said the old man. ‘Come, - come.’ + ‘We have breathed it together, for a long time,’ said the old man. ‘Come, + come.’ </p> <p> There was a short silence, during which the two spectators approached the @@ -35059,22 +34991,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pressing it affectionately between both his own, retained it in his grasp. </p> <p> - ‘I hope,’ he gasped after a while, so faintly that they bent their ears + ‘I hope,’ he gasped after a while, so faintly that they bent their ears close over the bed to catch the half-formed sounds his pale lips gave vent - to—‘I hope my merciful Judge will bear in mind my heavy punishment + to—‘I hope my merciful Judge will bear in mind my heavy punishment on earth. Twenty years, my friend, twenty years in this hideous grave! My heart broke when my child died, and I could not even kiss him in his little coffin. My loneliness since then, in all this noise and riot, has been very dreadful. May God forgive me! He has seen my solitary, lingering - death.’ + death.’ </p> <p> He folded his hands, and murmuring something more they could not hear, - fell into a sleep—only a sleep at first, for they saw him smile. + fell into a sleep—only a sleep at first, for they saw him smile. </p> <p> They whispered together for a little time, and the turnkey, stooping over - the pillow, drew hastily back. ‘He has got his discharge, by G—!’ + the pillow, drew hastily back. ‘He has got his discharge, by G—!’ said the man. </p> <p> @@ -35089,14 +35021,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER XLIV. DESCRIPTIVE OF AN AFFECTING INTERVIEW BETWEEN MR. SAMUEL + CHAPTER XLV. DESCRIPTIVE OF AN AFFECTING INTERVIEW BETWEEN MR. SAMUEL WELLER AND A FAMILY PARTY. MR. PICKWICK MAKES A TOUR OF THE DIMINUTIVE WORLD HE INHABITS, AND RESOLVES TO MIX WITH IT, IN FUTURE, AS LITTLE AS POSSIBLE </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span> few mornings - after his incarceration, Mr. Samuel Weller, having arranged his master’s + after his incarceration, Mr. Samuel Weller, having arranged his master’s room with all possible care, and seen him comfortably seated over his books and papers, withdrew to employ himself for an hour or two to come, as he best could. It was a fine morning, and it occurred to Sam that a @@ -35106,7 +35038,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Having arrived at this conclusion, he betook himself to the tap. Having purchased the beer, and obtained, moreover, the - day-but-one-before-yesterday’s paper, he repaired to the skittle-ground, + day-but-one-before-yesterday’s paper, he repaired to the skittle-ground, and seating himself on a bench, proceeded to enjoy himself in a very sedate and methodical manner. </p> @@ -35118,7 +35050,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger thing to do, when there is any wind stirring, he took another draught of the beer when he had accomplished it. Then, he read two lines of the paper, and stopped short to look at a couple of men who were finishing a - game at rackets, which, being concluded, he cried out ‘wery good,’ in an + game at rackets, which, being concluded, he cried out ‘wery good,’ in an approving manner, and looked round upon the spectators, to ascertain whether their sentiments coincided with his own. This involved the necessity of looking up at the windows also; and as the young lady was @@ -35132,98 +35064,98 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger He had hardly composed himself into the needful state of abstraction, when he thought he heard his own name proclaimed in some distant passage. Nor was he mistaken, for it quickly passed from mouth to mouth, and in a few - seconds the air teemed with shouts of ‘Weller!’ + seconds the air teemed with shouts of ‘Weller!’ </p> <p> - Here!’ roared Sam, in a stentorian voice. ‘Wot’s the matter? Who wants - him? Has an express come to say that his country house is afire?’ + Here!’ roared Sam, in a stentorian voice. ‘Wot’s the matter? Who wants + him? Has an express come to say that his country house is afire?’ </p> <p> - ‘Somebody wants you in the hall,’ said a man who was standing by. + ‘Somebody wants you in the hall,’ said a man who was standing by. </p> <p> - ‘Just mind that ‘ere paper and the pot, old feller, will you?’ said Sam. - ‘I’m a-comin’. Blessed, if they was a-callin’ me to the bar, they couldn’t - make more noise about it!’ + ‘Just mind that ‘ere paper and the pot, old feller, will you?’ said Sam. + ‘I’m a-comin’. Blessed, if they was a-callin’ me to the bar, they couldn’t + make more noise about it!’ </p> <p> Accompanying these words with a gentle rap on the head of the young gentleman before noticed, who, unconscious of his close vicinity to the - person in request, was screaming ‘Weller!’ with all his might, Sam + person in request, was screaming ‘Weller!’ with all his might, Sam hastened across the ground, and ran up the steps into the hall. Here, the first object that met his eyes was his beloved father sitting on a bottom - stair, with his hat in his hand, shouting out ‘Weller!’ in his very + stair, with his hat in his hand, shouting out ‘Weller!’ in his very loudest tone, at half-minute intervals. </p> <p> - ‘Wot are you a-roarin’ at?’ said Sam impetuously, when the old gentleman - had discharged himself of another shout; ‘making yourself so precious hot - that you looks like a aggrawated glass-blower. Wot’s the matter?’ + ‘Wot are you a-roarin’ at?’ said Sam impetuously, when the old gentleman + had discharged himself of another shout; ‘making yourself so precious hot + that you looks like a aggrawated glass-blower. Wot’s the matter?’ </p> <p> - ‘Aha!’ replied the old gentleman, ‘I began to be afeerd that you’d gone - for a walk round the Regency Park, Sammy.’ + ‘Aha!’ replied the old gentleman, ‘I began to be afeerd that you’d gone + for a walk round the Regency Park, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Come,’ said Sam, ‘none o’ them taunts agin the wictim o’ avarice, and - come off that ‘ere step. Wot are you a-settin’ down there for? I don’t - live there.’ + ‘Come,’ said Sam, ‘none o’ them taunts agin the wictim o’ avarice, and + come off that ‘ere step. Wot are you a-settin’ down there for? I don’t + live there.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ve got such a game for you, Sammy,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, rising. + ‘I’ve got such a game for you, Sammy,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, rising. </p> <p> - ‘Stop a minit,’ said Sam, ‘you’re all vite behind.’ + ‘Stop a minit,’ said Sam, ‘you’re all vite behind.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s right, Sammy, rub it off,’ said Mr. Weller, as his son dusted him. - ‘It might look personal here, if a man walked about with vitevash on his - clothes, eh, Sammy?’ + ‘That’s right, Sammy, rub it off,’ said Mr. Weller, as his son dusted him. + ‘It might look personal here, if a man walked about with vitevash on his + clothes, eh, Sammy?’ </p> <p> As Mr. Weller exhibited in this place unequivocal symptoms of an approaching fit of chuckling, Sam interposed to stop it. </p> <p> - ‘Keep quiet, do,’ said Sam, ‘there never vos such a old picter-card born. - Wot are you bustin’ vith, now?’ + ‘Keep quiet, do,’ said Sam, ‘there never vos such a old picter-card born. + Wot are you bustin’ vith, now?’ </p> <p> - ‘Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, wiping his forehead, ‘I’m afeerd that vun o’ - these days I shall laugh myself into a appleplexy, my boy.’ + ‘Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, wiping his forehead, ‘I’m afeerd that vun o’ + these days I shall laugh myself into a appleplexy, my boy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vell, then, wot do you do it for?’ said Sam. ‘Now, then, wot have you got - to say?’ + ‘Vell, then, wot do you do it for?’ said Sam. ‘Now, then, wot have you got + to say?’ </p> <p> - ‘Who do you think’s come here with me, Samivel?’ said Mr. Weller, drawing + ‘Who do you think’s come here with me, Samivel?’ said Mr. Weller, drawing back a pace or two, pursing up his mouth, and extending his eyebrows. </p> <p> - ‘Pell?’ said Sam. + ‘Pell?’ said Sam. </p> <p> Mr. Weller shook his head, and his red cheeks expanded with the laughter that was endeavouring to find a vent. </p> <p> - ‘Mottled-faced man, p’raps?’ asked Sam. + ‘Mottled-faced man, p’raps?’ asked Sam. </p> <p> Again Mr. Weller shook his head. </p> <p> - ‘Who then?’ asked Sam. + ‘Who then?’ asked Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Your mother-in-law,’ said Mr. Weller; and it was lucky he did say it, or + ‘Your mother-in-law,’ said Mr. Weller; and it was lucky he did say it, or his cheeks must inevitably have cracked, from their most unnatural distension. </p> <p> - ‘Your mother-in-law, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘and the red-nosed man, my - boy; and the red-nosed man. Ho! ho! ho!’ + ‘Your mother-in-law, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘and the red-nosed man, my + boy; and the red-nosed man. Ho! ho! ho!’ </p> <p> With this, Mr. Weller launched into convulsions of laughter, while Sam @@ -35231,49 +35163,49 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger countenance. </p> <p> - ‘They’ve come to have a little serious talk with you, Samivel,’ said Mr. - Weller, wiping his eyes. ‘Don’t let out nothin’ about the unnat’ral - creditor, Sammy.’ + ‘They’ve come to have a little serious talk with you, Samivel,’ said Mr. + Weller, wiping his eyes. ‘Don’t let out nothin’ about the unnat’ral + creditor, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot, don’t they know who it is?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Wot, don’t they know who it is?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Not a bit on it,’ replied his father. + ‘Not a bit on it,’ replied his father. </p> <p> - ‘Vere are they?’ said Sam, reciprocating all the old gentleman’s grins. + ‘Vere are they?’ said Sam, reciprocating all the old gentleman’s grins. </p> <p> - ‘In the snuggery,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘Catch the red-nosed man a-goin’ - anyvere but vere the liquors is; not he, Samivel, not he. Ve’d a wery - pleasant ride along the road from the Markis this mornin’, Sammy,’ said + ‘In the snuggery,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘Catch the red-nosed man a-goin’ + anyvere but vere the liquors is; not he, Samivel, not he. Ve’d a wery + pleasant ride along the road from the Markis this mornin’, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, when he felt himself equal to the task of speaking in an - articulate manner. ‘I drove the old piebald in that ‘ere little chay-cart - as belonged to your mother-in-law’s first wenter, into vich a harm-cheer - wos lifted for the shepherd; and I’m blessed,’ said Mr. Weller, with a - look of deep scorn—‘I’m blessed if they didn’t bring a portable - flight o’ steps out into the road a-front o’ our door for him, to get up - by.’ + articulate manner. ‘I drove the old piebald in that ‘ere little chay-cart + as belonged to your mother-in-law’s first wenter, into vich a harm-cheer + wos lifted for the shepherd; and I’m blessed,’ said Mr. Weller, with a + look of deep scorn—‘I’m blessed if they didn’t bring a portable + flight o’ steps out into the road a-front o’ our door for him, to get up + by.’ </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean that?’ said Sam. + ‘You don’t mean that?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I do mean that, Sammy,’ replied his father, ‘and I vish you could ha’ + ‘I do mean that, Sammy,’ replied his father, ‘and I vish you could ha’ seen how tight he held on by the sides wen he did get up, as if he wos - afeerd o’ being precipitayted down full six foot, and dashed into a + afeerd o’ being precipitayted down full six foot, and dashed into a million hatoms. He tumbled in at last, however, and avay ve vent; and I - rayther think—I say I rayther think, Samivel—that he found - his-self a little jolted ven ve turned the corners.’ + rayther think—I say I rayther think, Samivel—that he found + his-self a little jolted ven ve turned the corners.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot, I s’pose you happened to drive up agin a post or two?’ said Sam. + ‘Wot, I s’pose you happened to drive up agin a post or two?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I’m afeerd,’ replied Mr. Weller, in a rapture of winks—‘I’m afeerd - I took vun or two on ‘em, Sammy; he wos a-flyin’ out o’ the arm-cheer all - the way.’ + ‘I’m afeerd,’ replied Mr. Weller, in a rapture of winks—‘I’m afeerd + I took vun or two on ‘em, Sammy; he wos a-flyin’ out o’ the arm-cheer all + the way.’ </p> <p> Here the old gentleman shook his head from side to side, and was seized @@ -35282,77 +35214,77 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger symptoms which alarmed his son not a little. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t be frightened, Sammy, don’t be frightened,’ said the old gentleman, + ‘Don’t be frightened, Sammy, don’t be frightened,’ said the old gentleman, when by dint of much struggling, and various convulsive stamps upon the - ground, he had recovered his voice. ‘It’s only a kind o’ quiet laugh as - I’m a-tryin’ to come, Sammy.’ + ground, he had recovered his voice. ‘It’s only a kind o’ quiet laugh as + I’m a-tryin’ to come, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, if that’s wot it is,’ said Sam, ‘you’d better not try to come it - agin. You’ll find it rayther a dangerous inwention.’ + ‘Well, if that’s wot it is,’ said Sam, ‘you’d better not try to come it + agin. You’ll find it rayther a dangerous inwention.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t you like it, Sammy?’ inquired the old gentleman. + ‘Don’t you like it, Sammy?’ inquired the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Not at all,’ replied Sam. + ‘Not at all,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Weller, with the tears still running down his cheeks, ‘it - ‘ud ha’ been a wery great accommodation to me if I could ha’ done it, and - ‘ud ha’ saved a good many vords atween your mother-in-law and me, - sometimes; but I’m afeerd you’re right, Sammy, it’s too much in the - appleplexy line—a deal too much, Samivel.’ + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Weller, with the tears still running down his cheeks, ‘it + ‘ud ha’ been a wery great accommodation to me if I could ha’ done it, and + ‘ud ha’ saved a good many vords atween your mother-in-law and me, + sometimes; but I’m afeerd you’re right, Sammy, it’s too much in the + appleplexy line—a deal too much, Samivel.’ </p> <p> - This conversation brought them to the door of the snuggery, into which Sam—pausing + This conversation brought them to the door of the snuggery, into which Sam—pausing for an instant to look over his shoulder, and cast a sly leer at his - respected progenitor, who was still giggling behind—at once led the + respected progenitor, who was still giggling behind—at once led the way. </p> <p> - ‘Mother-in-law,’ said Sam, politely saluting the lady, ‘wery much obliged - to you for this here wisit.—Shepherd, how air you?’ + ‘Mother-in-law,’ said Sam, politely saluting the lady, ‘wery much obliged + to you for this here wisit.—Shepherd, how air you?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Samuel!’ said Mrs. Weller. ‘This is dreadful.’ + ‘Oh, Samuel!’ said Mrs. Weller. ‘This is dreadful.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not a bit on it, mum,’ replied Sam.—‘Is it, shepherd?’ + ‘Not a bit on it, mum,’ replied Sam.—‘Is it, shepherd?’ </p> <p> - Mr. Stiggins raised his hands, and turned up his eyes, until the whites—or - rather the yellows—were alone visible; but made no reply in words. + Mr. Stiggins raised his hands, and turned up his eyes, until the whites—or + rather the yellows—were alone visible; but made no reply in words. </p> <p> - ‘Is this here gen’l’m’n troubled with any painful complaint?’ said Sam, + ‘Is this here gen’l’m’n troubled with any painful complaint?’ said Sam, looking to his mother-in-law for explanation. </p> <p> - ‘The good man is grieved to see you here, Samuel,’ replied Mrs. Weller. + ‘The good man is grieved to see you here, Samuel,’ replied Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, that’s it, is it?’ said Sam. ‘I was afeerd, from his manner, that he - might ha’ forgotten to take pepper vith that ‘ere last cowcumber he eat. - Set down, Sir, ve make no extra charge for settin’ down, as the king - remarked wen he blowed up his ministers.’ + ‘Oh, that’s it, is it?’ said Sam. ‘I was afeerd, from his manner, that he + might ha’ forgotten to take pepper vith that ‘ere last cowcumber he eat. + Set down, Sir, ve make no extra charge for settin’ down, as the king + remarked wen he blowed up his ministers.’ </p> <p> - ‘Young man,’ said Mr. Stiggins ostentatiously, ‘I fear you are not - softened by imprisonment.’ + ‘Young man,’ said Mr. Stiggins ostentatiously, ‘I fear you are not + softened by imprisonment.’ </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, Sir,’ replied Sam; ‘wot wos you graciously pleased to - hobserve?’ + ‘Beg your pardon, Sir,’ replied Sam; ‘wot wos you graciously pleased to + hobserve?’ </p> <p> - ‘I apprehend, young man, that your nature is no softer for this - chastening,’ said Mr. Stiggins, in a loud voice. + ‘I apprehend, young man, that your nature is no softer for this + chastening,’ said Mr. Stiggins, in a loud voice. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘you’re wery kind to say so. I hope my natur is <i>NOT + ‘Sir,’ replied Sam, ‘you’re wery kind to say so. I hope my natur is <i>NOT </i> a soft vun, Sir. Wery much obliged to you for your good opinion, - Sir.’ + Sir.’ </p> <p> At this point of the conversation, a sound, indecorously approaching to a @@ -35362,48 +35294,48 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gradually hysterical. </p> <p> - ‘Weller,’ said Mrs. W. (the old gentleman was seated in a corner); - ‘Weller! Come forth.’ + ‘Weller,’ said Mrs. W. (the old gentleman was seated in a corner); + ‘Weller! Come forth.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery much obleeged to you, my dear,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘but I’m quite - comfortable vere I am.’ + ‘Wery much obleeged to you, my dear,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘but I’m quite + comfortable vere I am.’ </p> <p> Upon this, Mrs. Weller burst into tears. </p> <p> - ‘Wot’s gone wrong, mum?’ said Sam. + ‘Wot’s gone wrong, mum?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Samuel!’ replied Mrs. Weller, ‘your father makes me wretched. Will - nothing do him good?’ + ‘Oh, Samuel!’ replied Mrs. Weller, ‘your father makes me wretched. Will + nothing do him good?’ </p> <p> - ‘Do you hear this here?’ said Sam. ‘Lady vants to know vether nothin’ ‘ull - do you good.’ + ‘Do you hear this here?’ said Sam. ‘Lady vants to know vether nothin’ ‘ull + do you good.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery much indebted to Mrs. Weller for her po-lite inquiries, Sammy,’ - replied the old gentleman. ‘I think a pipe vould benefit me a good deal. - Could I be accommodated, Sammy?’ + ‘Wery much indebted to Mrs. Weller for her po-lite inquiries, Sammy,’ + replied the old gentleman. ‘I think a pipe vould benefit me a good deal. + Could I be accommodated, Sammy?’ </p> <p> Here Mrs. Weller let fall some more tears, and Mr. Stiggins groaned. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo! Here’s this unfortunate gen’l’m’n took ill agin,’ said Sam, - looking round. ‘Vere do you feel it now, sir?’ + ‘Hollo! Here’s this unfortunate gen’l’m’n took ill agin,’ said Sam, + looking round. ‘Vere do you feel it now, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘In the same place, young man,’ rejoined Mr. Stiggins, ‘in the same - place.’ + ‘In the same place, young man,’ rejoined Mr. Stiggins, ‘in the same + place.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vere may that be, Sir?’ inquired Sam, with great outward simplicity. + ‘Vere may that be, Sir?’ inquired Sam, with great outward simplicity. </p> <p> - ‘In the buzzim, young man,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, placing his umbrella on + ‘In the buzzim, young man,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, placing his umbrella on his waistcoat. </p> <p> @@ -35414,9 +35346,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger St. Simon Without and St. Walker Within. </p> <p> - ‘I’m afeered, mum,’ said Sam, ‘that this here gen’l’m’n, with the twist in + ‘I’m afeered, mum,’ said Sam, ‘that this here gen’l’m’n, with the twist in his countenance, feels rather thirsty, with the melancholy spectacle afore - him. Is it the case, mum?’ + him. Is it the case, mum?’ </p> <p> The worthy lady looked at Mr. Stiggins for a reply; that gentleman, with @@ -35424,36 +35356,36 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger mimicked the act of swallowing, to intimate that he was athirst. </p> <p> - ‘I am afraid, Samuel, that his feelings have made him so indeed,’ said + ‘I am afraid, Samuel, that his feelings have made him so indeed,’ said Mrs. Weller mournfully. </p> <p> - ‘Wot’s your usual tap, sir?’ replied Sam. + ‘Wot’s your usual tap, sir?’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, my dear young friend,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, ‘all taps is vanities!’ + ‘Oh, my dear young friend,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, ‘all taps is vanities!’ </p> <p> - ‘Too true, too true, indeed,’ said Mrs. Weller, murmuring a groan, and + ‘Too true, too true, indeed,’ said Mrs. Weller, murmuring a groan, and shaking her head assentingly. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Sam, ‘I des-say they may be, sir; but wich is your partickler - wanity? Wich wanity do you like the flavour on best, sir?’ + ‘Well,’ said Sam, ‘I des-say they may be, sir; but wich is your partickler + wanity? Wich wanity do you like the flavour on best, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, my dear young friend,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, ‘I despise them all. - If,’ said Mr. Stiggins—‘if there is any one of them less odious than + ‘Oh, my dear young friend,’ replied Mr. Stiggins, ‘I despise them all. + If,’ said Mr. Stiggins—‘if there is any one of them less odious than another, it is the liquor called rum. Warm, my dear young friend, with - three lumps of sugar to the tumbler.’ + three lumps of sugar to the tumbler.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery sorry to say, sir,’ said Sam, ‘that they don’t allow that particular - wanity to be sold in this here establishment.’ + ‘Wery sorry to say, sir,’ said Sam, ‘that they don’t allow that particular + wanity to be sold in this here establishment.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, the hardness of heart of these inveterate men!’ ejaculated Mr. - Stiggins. ‘Oh, the accursed cruelty of these inhuman persecutors!’ + ‘Oh, the hardness of heart of these inveterate men!’ ejaculated Mr. + Stiggins. ‘Oh, the accursed cruelty of these inhuman persecutors!’ </p> <p> With these words, Mr. Stiggins again cast up his eyes, and rapped his @@ -35471,13 +35403,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger groaned. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sammy,’ said the gentleman, ‘I hope you’ll find your spirits rose - by this here lively wisit. Wery cheerful and improvin’ conwersation, ain’t - it, Sammy?’ + ‘Well, Sammy,’ said the gentleman, ‘I hope you’ll find your spirits rose + by this here lively wisit. Wery cheerful and improvin’ conwersation, ain’t + it, Sammy?’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re a reprobate,’ replied Sam; ‘and I desire you won’t address no more - o’ them ungraceful remarks to me.’ + ‘You’re a reprobate,’ replied Sam; ‘and I desire you won’t address no more + o’ them ungraceful remarks to me.’ </p> <p> So far from being edified by this very proper reply, the elder Mr. Weller @@ -35493,18 +35425,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger fireworks in the air, within two inches of his ear, for some minutes. </p> <p> - ‘Wot are you a-reachin’ out, your hand for the tumbler in that ‘ere sawage - way for?’ said Sam, with great promptitude. ‘Don’t you see you’ve hit the - gen’l’m’n?’ + ‘Wot are you a-reachin’ out, your hand for the tumbler in that ‘ere sawage + way for?’ said Sam, with great promptitude. ‘Don’t you see you’ve hit the + gen’l’m’n?’ </p> <p> - ‘I didn’t go to do it, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, in some degree abashed by + ‘I didn’t go to do it, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, in some degree abashed by the very unexpected occurrence of the incident. </p> <p> - ‘Try an in’ard application, sir,’ said Sam, as the red-nosed gentleman - rubbed his head with a rueful visage. ‘Wot do you think o’ that, for a go - o’ wanity, warm, Sir?’ + ‘Try an in’ard application, sir,’ said Sam, as the red-nosed gentleman + rubbed his head with a rueful visage. ‘Wot do you think o’ that, for a go + o’ wanity, warm, Sir?’ </p> <p> Mr. Stiggins made no verbal answer, but his manner was expressive. He @@ -35515,8 +35447,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Nor was Mrs. Weller behind-hand in doing justice to the composition. The - good lady began by protesting that she couldn’t touch a drop—then - took a small drop—then a large drop—then a great many drops; + good lady began by protesting that she couldn’t touch a drop—then + took a small drop—then a large drop—then a great many drops; and her feelings being of the nature of those substances which are powerfully affected by the application of strong waters, she dropped a tear with every drop of negus, and so got on, melting the feelings down, @@ -35528,23 +35460,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger manifestations of disgust, and when, after a second jug of the same, Mr. Stiggins began to sigh in a dismal manner, he plainly evinced his disapprobation of the whole proceedings, by sundry incoherent ramblings of - speech, among which frequent angry repetitions of the word ‘gammon’ were + speech, among which frequent angry repetitions of the word ‘gammon’ were alone distinguishable to the ear. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll tell you wot it is, Samivel, my boy,’ whispered the old gentleman - into his son’s ear, after a long and steadfast contemplation of his lady - and Mr. Stiggins; ‘I think there must be somethin’ wrong in your - mother-in-law’s inside, as vell as in that o’ the red-nosed man.’ + ‘I’ll tell you wot it is, Samivel, my boy,’ whispered the old gentleman + into his son’s ear, after a long and steadfast contemplation of his lady + and Mr. Stiggins; ‘I think there must be somethin’ wrong in your + mother-in-law’s inside, as vell as in that o’ the red-nosed man.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot do you mean?’ said Sam. + ‘Wot do you mean?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I mean this here, Sammy,’ replied the old gentleman, ‘that wot they - drink, don’t seem no nourishment to ‘em; it all turns to warm water, and - comes a-pourin’ out o’ their eyes. ‘Pend upon it, Sammy, it’s a - constitootional infirmity.’ + ‘I mean this here, Sammy,’ replied the old gentleman, ‘that wot they + drink, don’t seem no nourishment to ‘em; it all turns to warm water, and + comes a-pourin’ out o’ their eyes. ‘Pend upon it, Sammy, it’s a + constitootional infirmity.’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20311m.jpg" alt="20311m " /><br /> @@ -35599,36 +35531,36 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger about half-way. </p> <p> - ‘Brayvo; wery pretty!’ said Sam, when the red-nosed man having finished, + ‘Brayvo; wery pretty!’ said Sam, when the red-nosed man having finished, pulled his worn gloves on, thereby thrusting his fingers through the - broken tops till the knuckles were disclosed to view. ‘Wery pretty.’ + broken tops till the knuckles were disclosed to view. ‘Wery pretty.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope it may do you good, Samuel,’ said Mrs. Weller solemnly. + ‘I hope it may do you good, Samuel,’ said Mrs. Weller solemnly. </p> <p> - ‘I think it vill, mum,’ replied Sam. + ‘I think it vill, mum,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I wish I could hope that it would do your father good,’ said Mrs. Weller. + ‘I wish I could hope that it would do your father good,’ said Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, my dear,’ said Mr. Weller, senior. ‘How do you find yourself - arter it, my love?’ + ‘Thank’ee, my dear,’ said Mr. Weller, senior. ‘How do you find yourself + arter it, my love?’ </p> <p> - ‘Scoffer!’ exclaimed Mrs. Weller. + ‘Scoffer!’ exclaimed Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Benighted man!’ said the Reverend Mr. Stiggins. + ‘Benighted man!’ said the Reverend Mr. Stiggins. </p> <p> - ‘If I don’t get no better light than that ‘ere moonshine o’ yourn, my - worthy creetur,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, ‘it’s wery likely as I shall - continey to be a night coach till I’m took off the road altogether. Now, - Mrs. We, if the piebald stands at livery much longer, he’ll stand at - nothin’ as we go back, and p’raps that ‘ere harm-cheer ‘ull be tipped over - into some hedge or another, with the shepherd in it.’ + ‘If I don’t get no better light than that ‘ere moonshine o’ yourn, my + worthy creetur,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, ‘it’s wery likely as I shall + continey to be a night coach till I’m took off the road altogether. Now, + Mrs. We, if the piebald stands at livery much longer, he’ll stand at + nothin’ as we go back, and p’raps that ‘ere harm-cheer ‘ull be tipped over + into some hedge or another, with the shepherd in it.’ </p> <p> At this supposition, the Reverend Mr. Stiggins, in evident consternation, @@ -35637,58 +35569,58 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger took a dutiful leave. </p> <p> - ‘A-do, Samivel,’ said the old gentleman. + ‘A-do, Samivel,’ said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Wot’s a-do?’ inquired Sammy. + ‘Wot’s a-do?’ inquired Sammy. </p> <p> - ‘Well, good-bye, then,’ said the old gentleman. + ‘Well, good-bye, then,’ said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, that’s wot you’re aimin’ at, is it?’ said Sam. ‘Good-bye!’ + ‘Oh, that’s wot you’re aimin’ at, is it?’ said Sam. ‘Good-bye!’ </p> <p> - ‘Sammy,’ whispered Mr. Weller, looking cautiously round; ‘my duty to your - gov’nor, and tell him if he thinks better o’ this here bis’ness, to - com-moonicate vith me. Me and a cab’net-maker has dewised a plan for - gettin’ him out. A pianner, Samivel—a pianner!’ said Mr. Weller, + ‘Sammy,’ whispered Mr. Weller, looking cautiously round; ‘my duty to your + gov’nor, and tell him if he thinks better o’ this here bis’ness, to + com-moonicate vith me. Me and a cab’net-maker has dewised a plan for + gettin’ him out. A pianner, Samivel—a pianner!’ said Mr. Weller, striking his son on the chest with the back of his hand, and falling back a step or two. </p> <p> - ‘Wot do you mean?’ said Sam. + ‘Wot do you mean?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘A pianner-forty, Samivel,’ rejoined Mr. Weller, in a still more - mysterious manner, ‘as he can have on hire; vun as von’t play, Sammy.’ + ‘A pianner-forty, Samivel,’ rejoined Mr. Weller, in a still more + mysterious manner, ‘as he can have on hire; vun as von’t play, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘And wot ‘ud be the good o’ that?’ said Sam. + ‘And wot ‘ud be the good o’ that?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Let him send to my friend, the cabinet-maker, to fetch it back, Sammy,’ - replied Mr. Weller. ‘Are you avake, now?’ + ‘Let him send to my friend, the cabinet-maker, to fetch it back, Sammy,’ + replied Mr. Weller. ‘Are you avake, now?’ </p> <p> - ‘No,’ rejoined Sam. + ‘No,’ rejoined Sam. </p> <p> - ‘There ain’t no vurks in it,’ whispered his father. ‘It ‘ull hold him + ‘There ain’t no vurks in it,’ whispered his father. ‘It ‘ull hold him easy, vith his hat and shoes on, and breathe through the legs, vich his - holler. Have a passage ready taken for ‘Merriker. The ‘Merrikin gov’ment - will never give him up, ven vunce they find as he’s got money to spend, - Sammy. Let the gov’nor stop there, till Mrs. Bardell’s dead, or Mr. Dodson - and Fogg’s hung (wich last ewent I think is the most likely to happen + holler. Have a passage ready taken for ‘Merriker. The ‘Merrikin gov’ment + will never give him up, ven vunce they find as he’s got money to spend, + Sammy. Let the gov’nor stop there, till Mrs. Bardell’s dead, or Mr. Dodson + and Fogg’s hung (wich last ewent I think is the most likely to happen first, Sammy), and then let him come back and write a book about the - ‘Merrikins as’ll pay all his expenses and more, if he blows ‘em up - enough.’ + ‘Merrikins as’ll pay all his expenses and more, if he blows ‘em up + enough.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller delivered this hurried abstract of his plot with great vehemence of whisper; and then, as if fearful of weakening the effect of the tremendous communication by any further dialogue, he gave the - coachman’s salute, and vanished. + coachman’s salute, and vanished. </p> <p> Sam had scarcely recovered his usual composure of countenance, which had @@ -35696,34 +35628,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger relative, when Mr. Pickwick accosted him. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said that gentleman. + ‘Sam,’ said that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I am going for a walk round the prison, and I wish you to attend me. I - see a prisoner we know coming this way, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling. + ‘I am going for a walk round the prison, and I wish you to attend me. I + see a prisoner we know coming this way, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling. </p> <p> - ‘Wich, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller; ‘the gen’l’m’n vith the head o’ hair, or - the interestin’ captive in the stockin’s?’ + ‘Wich, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller; ‘the gen’l’m’n vith the head o’ hair, or + the interestin’ captive in the stockin’s?’ </p> <p> - ‘Neither,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘He is an older friend of yours, Sam.’ + ‘Neither,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘He is an older friend of yours, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘O’ mine, Sir?’ exclaimed Mr. Weller. + ‘O’ mine, Sir?’ exclaimed Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘You recollect the gentleman very well, I dare say, Sam,’ replied Mr. - Pickwick, ‘or else you are more unmindful of your old acquaintances than I - think you are. Hush! not a word, Sam; not a syllable. Here he is.’ + ‘You recollect the gentleman very well, I dare say, Sam,’ replied Mr. + Pickwick, ‘or else you are more unmindful of your old acquaintances than I + think you are. Hush! not a word, Sam; not a syllable. Here he is.’ </p> <p> As Mr. Pickwick spoke, Jingle walked up. He looked less miserable than before, being clad in a half-worn suit of clothes, which, with Mr. - Pickwick’s assistance, had been released from the pawnbroker’s. He wore + Pickwick’s assistance, had been released from the pawnbroker’s. He wore clean linen too, and had had his hair cut. He was very pale and thin, however; and as he crept slowly up, leaning on a stick, it was easy to see that he had suffered severely from illness and want, and was still very @@ -35740,26 +35672,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger been saved from starving. </p> <p> - ‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, impatiently interrupting him, ‘you can + ‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, impatiently interrupting him, ‘you can follow with Sam. I want to speak to you, Mr. Jingle. Can you walk without - his arm?’ + his arm?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, sir—all ready—not too fast—legs shaky—head - queer—round and round—earthquaky sort of feeling—very.’ + ‘Certainly, sir—all ready—not too fast—legs shaky—head + queer—round and round—earthquaky sort of feeling—very.’ </p> <p> - ‘Here, give me your arm,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Here, give me your arm,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ replied Jingle; ‘won’t indeed—rather not.’ + ‘No, no,’ replied Jingle; ‘won’t indeed—rather not.’ </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘lean upon me, I desire, Sir.’ + ‘Nonsense,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘lean upon me, I desire, Sir.’ </p> <p> Seeing that he was confused and agitated, and uncertain what to do, Mr. - Pickwick cut the matter short by drawing the invalided stroller’s arm + Pickwick cut the matter short by drawing the invalided stroller’s arm through his, and leading him away, without saying another word about it. </p> <p> @@ -35767,160 +35699,160 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger exhibited an expression of the most overwhelming and absorbing astonishment that the imagination can portray. After looking from Job to Jingle, and from Jingle to Job in profound silence, he softly ejaculated - the words, ‘Well, I <i>am</i> damn’d!’ which he repeated at least a score + the words, ‘Well, I <i>am</i> damn’d!’ which he repeated at least a score of times; after which exertion, he appeared wholly bereft of speech, and again cast his eyes, first upon the one and then upon the other, in mute perplexity and bewilderment. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking back. + ‘Now, Sam!’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking back. </p> <p> - ‘I’m a-comin’, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, mechanically following his + ‘I’m a-comin’, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller, mechanically following his master; and still he lifted not his eyes from Mr. Job Trotter, who walked at his side in silence. </p> <p> Job kept his eyes fixed on the ground for some time. Sam, with his glued - to Job’s countenance, ran up against the people who were walking about, + to Job’s countenance, ran up against the people who were walking about, and fell over little children, and stumbled against steps and railings, without appearing at all sensible of it, until Job, looking stealthily up, - said— + said— </p> <p> - ‘How do you do, Mr. Weller?’ + ‘How do you do, Mr. Weller?’ </p> <p> - ‘It <i>is</i> him!’ exclaimed Sam; and having established Job’s identity + ‘It <i>is</i> him!’ exclaimed Sam; and having established Job’s identity beyond all doubt, he smote his leg, and vented his feelings in a long, shrill whistle. </p> <p> - ‘Things has altered with me, sir,’ said Job. + ‘Things has altered with me, sir,’ said Job. </p> <p> - ‘I should think they had,’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, surveying his companion’s - rags with undisguised wonder. ‘This is rayther a change for the worse, Mr. - Trotter, as the gen’l’m’n said, wen he got two doubtful shillin’s and - sixpenn’orth o’ pocket-pieces for a good half-crown.’ + ‘I should think they had,’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, surveying his companion’s + rags with undisguised wonder. ‘This is rayther a change for the worse, Mr. + Trotter, as the gen’l’m’n said, wen he got two doubtful shillin’s and + sixpenn’orth o’ pocket-pieces for a good half-crown.’ </p> <p> - ‘It is indeed,’ replied Job, shaking his head. ‘There is no deception now, - Mr. Weller. Tears,’ said Job, with a look of momentary slyness—‘tears - are not the only proofs of distress, nor the best ones.’ + ‘It is indeed,’ replied Job, shaking his head. ‘There is no deception now, + Mr. Weller. Tears,’ said Job, with a look of momentary slyness—‘tears + are not the only proofs of distress, nor the best ones.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, they ain’t,’ replied Sam expressively. + ‘No, they ain’t,’ replied Sam expressively. </p> <p> - ‘They may be put on, Mr. Weller,’ said Job. + ‘They may be put on, Mr. Weller,’ said Job. </p> <p> - ‘I know they may,’ said Sam; ‘some people, indeed, has ‘em always ready - laid on, and can pull out the plug wenever they likes.’ + ‘I know they may,’ said Sam; ‘some people, indeed, has ‘em always ready + laid on, and can pull out the plug wenever they likes.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ replied Job; ‘but these sort of things are not so easily + ‘Yes,’ replied Job; ‘but these sort of things are not so easily counterfeited, Mr. Weller, and it is a more painful process to get them - up.’ As he spoke, he pointed to his sallow, sunken cheeks, and, drawing up + up.’ As he spoke, he pointed to his sallow, sunken cheeks, and, drawing up his coat sleeve, disclosed an arm which looked as if the bone could be broken at a touch, so sharp and brittle did it appear, beneath its thin covering of flesh. </p> <p> - ‘Wot have you been a-doin’ to yourself?’ said Sam, recoiling. + ‘Wot have you been a-doin’ to yourself?’ said Sam, recoiling. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing,’ replied Job. + ‘Nothing,’ replied Job. </p> <p> - ‘Nothin’!’ echoed Sam. + ‘Nothin’!’ echoed Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I have been doin’ nothing for many weeks past,’ said Job; and eating and - drinking almost as little.’ + ‘I have been doin’ nothing for many weeks past,’ said Job; and eating and + drinking almost as little.’ </p> <p> - Sam took one comprehensive glance at Mr. Trotter’s thin face and wretched + Sam took one comprehensive glance at Mr. Trotter’s thin face and wretched apparel; and then, seizing him by the arm, commenced dragging him away with great violence. </p> <p> - ‘Where are you going, Mr. Weller?’ said Job, vainly struggling in the + ‘Where are you going, Mr. Weller?’ said Job, vainly struggling in the powerful grasp of his old enemy. </p> <p> - ‘Come on,’ said Sam; ‘come on!’ He deigned no further explanation till + ‘Come on,’ said Sam; ‘come on!’ He deigned no further explanation till they reached the tap, and then called for a pot of porter, which was speedily produced. </p> <p> - ‘Now,’ said Sam, ‘drink that up, ev’ry drop on it, and then turn the pot - upside down, to let me see as you’ve took the medicine.’ + ‘Now,’ said Sam, ‘drink that up, ev’ry drop on it, and then turn the pot + upside down, to let me see as you’ve took the medicine.’ </p> <p> - ‘But, my dear Mr. Weller,’ remonstrated Job. + ‘But, my dear Mr. Weller,’ remonstrated Job. </p> <p> - ‘Down vith it!’ said Sam peremptorily. + ‘Down vith it!’ said Sam peremptorily. </p> <p> Thus admonished, Mr. Trotter raised the pot to his lips, and, by gentle and almost imperceptible degrees, tilted it into the air. He paused once, and only once, to draw a long breath, but without raising his face from - the vessel, which, in a few moments thereafter, he held out at arm’s + the vessel, which, in a few moments thereafter, he held out at arm’s length, bottom upward. Nothing fell upon the ground but a few particles of froth, which slowly detached themselves from the rim, and trickled lazily down. </p> <p> - ‘Well done!’ said Sam. ‘How do you find yourself arter it?’ + ‘Well done!’ said Sam. ‘How do you find yourself arter it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Better, Sir. I think I am better,’ responded Job. + ‘Better, Sir. I think I am better,’ responded Job. </p> <p> - ‘O’ course you air,’ said Sam argumentatively. ‘It’s like puttin’ gas in a + ‘O’ course you air,’ said Sam argumentatively. ‘It’s like puttin’ gas in a balloon. I can see with the naked eye that you gets stouter under the - operation. Wot do you say to another o’ the same dimensions?’ + operation. Wot do you say to another o’ the same dimensions?’ </p> <p> - ‘I would rather not, I am much obliged to you, Sir,’ replied Job—‘much - rather not.’ + ‘I would rather not, I am much obliged to you, Sir,’ replied Job—‘much + rather not.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vell, then, wot do you say to some wittles?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Vell, then, wot do you say to some wittles?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Thanks to your worthy governor, Sir,’ said Mr. Trotter, ‘we have half a + ‘Thanks to your worthy governor, Sir,’ said Mr. Trotter, ‘we have half a leg of mutton, baked, at a quarter before three, with the potatoes under - it to save boiling.’ + it to save boiling.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot! Has <i>he</i> been a-purwidin’ for you?’ asked Sam emphatically. + ‘Wot! Has <i>he</i> been a-purwidin’ for you?’ asked Sam emphatically. </p> <p> - ‘He has, Sir,’ replied Job. ‘More than that, Mr. Weller; my master being - very ill, he got us a room—we were in a kennel before—and paid + ‘He has, Sir,’ replied Job. ‘More than that, Mr. Weller; my master being + very ill, he got us a room—we were in a kennel before—and paid for it, Sir; and come to look at us, at night, when nobody should know. - Mr. Weller,’ said Job, with real tears in his eyes, for once, ‘I could - serve that gentleman till I fell down dead at his feet.’ + Mr. Weller,’ said Job, with real tears in his eyes, for once, ‘I could + serve that gentleman till I fell down dead at his feet.’ </p> <p> - ‘I say!’ said Sam, ‘I’ll trouble you, my friend! None o’ that!’ + ‘I say!’ said Sam, ‘I’ll trouble you, my friend! None o’ that!’ </p> <p> Job Trotter looked amazed. </p> <p> - ‘None o’ that, I say, young feller,’ repeated Sam firmly. ‘No man serves - him but me. And now we’re upon it, I’ll let you into another secret - besides that,’ said Sam, as he paid for the beer. ‘I never heerd, mind + ‘None o’ that, I say, young feller,’ repeated Sam firmly. ‘No man serves + him but me. And now we’re upon it, I’ll let you into another secret + besides that,’ said Sam, as he paid for the beer. ‘I never heerd, mind you, or read of in story-books, nor see in picters, any angel in tights - and gaiters—not even in spectacles, as I remember, though that may - ha’ been done for anythin’ I know to the contrairey—but mark my - vords, Job Trotter, he’s a reg’lar thoroughbred angel for all that; and - let me see the man as wenturs to tell me he knows a better vun.’ With this + and gaiters—not even in spectacles, as I remember, though that may + ha’ been done for anythin’ I know to the contrairey—but mark my + vords, Job Trotter, he’s a reg’lar thoroughbred angel for all that; and + let me see the man as wenturs to tell me he knows a better vun.’ With this defiance, Mr. Weller buttoned up his change in a side pocket, and, with many confirmatory nods and gestures by the way, proceeded in search of the subject of discourse. @@ -35932,36 +35864,36 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger if it were only in idle curiosity. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as Sam and his companion drew nigh, ‘you will + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as Sam and his companion drew nigh, ‘you will see how your health becomes, and think about it meanwhile. Make the statement out for me when you feel yourself equal to the task, and I will discuss the subject with you when I have considered it. Now, go to your - room. You are tired, and not strong enough to be out long.’ + room. You are tired, and not strong enough to be out long.’ </p> <p> - Mr. Alfred Jingle, without one spark of his old animation—with + Mr. Alfred Jingle, without one spark of his old animation—with nothing even of the dismal gaiety which he had assumed when Mr. Pickwick - first stumbled on him in his misery—bowed low without speaking, and, + first stumbled on him in his misery—bowed low without speaking, and, motioning to Job not to follow him just yet, crept slowly away. </p> <p> - ‘Curious scene this, is it not, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking + ‘Curious scene this, is it not, Sam?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking good-humouredly round. </p> <p> - ‘Wery much so, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Wonders ‘ull never cease,’ added Sam, - speaking to himself. ‘I’m wery much mistaken if that ‘ere Jingle worn’t - a-doin somethin’ in the water-cart way!’ + ‘Wery much so, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘Wonders ‘ull never cease,’ added Sam, + speaking to himself. ‘I’m wery much mistaken if that ‘ere Jingle worn’t + a-doin somethin’ in the water-cart way!’ </p> <p> The area formed by the wall in that part of the Fleet in which Mr. Pickwick stood was just wide enough to make a good racket-court; one side being formed, of course, by the wall itself, and the other by that portion of the prison which looked (or rather would have looked, but for the wall) - towards St. Paul’s Cathedral. Sauntering or sitting about, in every + towards St. Paul’s Cathedral. Sauntering or sitting about, in every possible attitude of listless idleness, were a great number of debtors, - the major part of whom were waiting in prison until their day of ‘going - up’ before the Insolvent Court should arrive; while others had been + the major part of whom were waiting in prison until their day of ‘going + up’ before the Insolvent Court should arrive; while others had been remanded for various terms, which they were idling away as they best could. Some were shabby, some were smart, many dirty, a few clean; but there they all lounged, and loitered, and slunk about with as little @@ -35976,58 +35908,58 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the cooking-house in one corner of the yard; children screamed, and fought, and played together, in another; the tumbling of the skittles, and the shouts of the players, mingled perpetually with these and a hundred - other sounds; and all was noise and tumult—save in a little + other sounds; and all was noise and tumult—save in a little miserable shed a few yards off, where lay, all quiet and ghastly, the body of the Chancery prisoner who had died the night before, awaiting the - mockery of an inquest. The body! It is the lawyer’s term for the restless, + mockery of an inquest. The body! It is the lawyer’s term for the restless, whirling mass of cares and anxieties, affections, hopes, and griefs, that make up the living man. The law had his body; and there it lay, clothed in grave-clothes, an awful witness to its tender mercy. </p> <p> - ‘Would you like to see a whistling-shop, Sir?’ inquired Job Trotter. + ‘Would you like to see a whistling-shop, Sir?’ inquired Job Trotter. </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean?’ was Mr. Pickwick’s counter inquiry. + ‘What do you mean?’ was Mr. Pickwick’s counter inquiry. </p> <p> - ‘A vistlin’ shop, Sir,’ interposed Mr. Weller. + ‘A vistlin’ shop, Sir,’ interposed Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘What is that, Sam?—A bird-fancier’s?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What is that, Sam?—A bird-fancier’s?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Bless your heart, no, Sir,’ replied Job; ‘a whistling-shop, Sir, is where - they sell spirits.’ Mr. Job Trotter briefly explained here, that all + ‘Bless your heart, no, Sir,’ replied Job; ‘a whistling-shop, Sir, is where + they sell spirits.’ Mr. Job Trotter briefly explained here, that all persons, being prohibited under heavy penalties from conveying spirits - into debtors’ prisons, and such commodities being highly prized by the + into debtors’ prisons, and such commodities being highly prized by the ladies and gentlemen confined therein, it had occurred to some speculative turnkey to connive, for certain lucrative considerations, at two or three prisoners retailing the favourite article of gin, for their own profit and advantage. </p> <p> - ‘This plan, you see, Sir, has been gradually introduced into all the - prisons for debt,’ said Mr. Trotter. + ‘This plan, you see, Sir, has been gradually introduced into all the + prisons for debt,’ said Mr. Trotter. </p> <p> - ‘And it has this wery great advantage,’ said Sam, ‘that the turnkeys takes - wery good care to seize hold o’ ev’rybody but them as pays ‘em, that - attempts the willainy, and wen it gets in the papers they’re applauded for - their wigilance; so it cuts two ways—frightens other people from the - trade, and elewates their own characters.’ + ‘And it has this wery great advantage,’ said Sam, ‘that the turnkeys takes + wery good care to seize hold o’ ev’rybody but them as pays ‘em, that + attempts the willainy, and wen it gets in the papers they’re applauded for + their wigilance; so it cuts two ways—frightens other people from the + trade, and elewates their own characters.’ </p> <p> - ‘Exactly so, Mr. Weller,’ observed Job. + ‘Exactly so, Mr. Weller,’ observed Job. </p> <p> - ‘Well, but are these rooms never searched to ascertain whether any spirits - are concealed in them?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Well, but are these rooms never searched to ascertain whether any spirits + are concealed in them?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Cert’nly they are, Sir,’ replied Sam; ‘but the turnkeys knows beforehand, + ‘Cert’nly they are, Sir,’ replied Sam; ‘but the turnkeys knows beforehand, and gives the word to the wistlers, and you may wistle for it wen you go - to look.’ + to look.’ </p> <p> By this time, Job had tapped at a door, which was opened by a gentleman @@ -36044,10 +35976,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a most workmanlike manner. </p> <p> - ‘Any more?’ said the whistling gentleman. + ‘Any more?’ said the whistling gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘No more,’ replied Job Trotter. + ‘No more,’ replied Job Trotter. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick paid, the door was unbolted, and out they came; the uncombed @@ -36065,9 +35997,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and flitting to and fro, like the shadows in an uneasy dream. </p> <p> - ‘I have seen enough,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he threw himself into a chair - in his little apartment. ‘My head aches with these scenes, and my heart - too. Henceforth I will be a prisoner in my own room.’ + ‘I have seen enough,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he threw himself into a chair + in his little apartment. ‘My head aches with these scenes, and my heart + too. Henceforth I will be a prisoner in my own room.’ </p> <p> And Mr. Pickwick steadfastly adhered to this determination. For three long @@ -36102,26 +36034,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger observation, was snapped up short by one of the vixenish ladies before-mentioned. Lastly, the two vixenish ladies and the heavy gentleman were giving the driver contradictory directions, all tending to the one - point, that he should stop at Mrs. Bardell’s door; which the heavy + point, that he should stop at Mrs. Bardell’s door; which the heavy gentleman, in direct opposition to, and defiance of, the vixenish ladies, contended was a green door and not a yellow one. </p> <p> - ‘Stop at the house with a green door, driver,’ said the heavy gentleman. + ‘Stop at the house with a green door, driver,’ said the heavy gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Oh! You perwerse creetur!’ exclaimed one of the vixenish ladies. ‘Drive - to the ‘ouse with the yellow door, cabmin.’ + ‘Oh! You perwerse creetur!’ exclaimed one of the vixenish ladies. ‘Drive + to the ‘ouse with the yellow door, cabmin.’ </p> <p> Upon this the cabman, who in a sudden effort to pull up at the house with the green door, had pulled the horse up so high that he nearly pulled him - backward into the cabriolet, let the animal’s fore-legs down to the ground + backward into the cabriolet, let the animal’s fore-legs down to the ground again, and paused. </p> <p> - ‘Now vere am I to pull up?’ inquired the driver. ‘Settle it among - yourselves. All I ask is, vere?’ + ‘Now vere am I to pull up?’ inquired the driver. ‘Settle it among + yourselves. All I ask is, vere?’ </p> <p> Here the contest was renewed with increased violence; and the horse being @@ -36129,84 +36061,84 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger in lashing him about on the head, on the counter-irritation principle. </p> <p> - ‘Most wotes carries the day!’ said one of the vixenish ladies at length. - ‘The ‘ouse with the yellow door, cabman.’ + ‘Most wotes carries the day!’ said one of the vixenish ladies at length. + ‘The ‘ouse with the yellow door, cabman.’ </p> <p> But after the cabriolet had dashed up, in splendid style, to the house - with the yellow door, ‘making,’ as one of the vixenish ladies triumphantly - said, ‘acterrally more noise than if one had come in one’s own carriage,’ + with the yellow door, ‘making,’ as one of the vixenish ladies triumphantly + said, ‘acterrally more noise than if one had come in one’s own carriage,’ and after the driver had dismounted to assist the ladies in getting out, the small round head of Master Thomas Bardell was thrust out of the one-pair window of a house with a red door, a few numbers off. </p> <p> - ‘Aggrawatin’ thing!’ said the vixenish lady last-mentioned, darting a + ‘Aggrawatin’ thing!’ said the vixenish lady last-mentioned, darting a withering glance at the heavy gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘My dear, it’s not my fault,’ said the gentleman. + ‘My dear, it’s not my fault,’ said the gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t talk to me, you creetur, don’t,’ retorted the lady. ‘The house with + ‘Don’t talk to me, you creetur, don’t,’ retorted the lady. ‘The house with the red door, cabmin. Oh! If ever a woman was troubled with a ruffinly creetur, that takes a pride and a pleasure in disgracing his wife on every - possible occasion afore strangers, I am that woman!’ + possible occasion afore strangers, I am that woman!’ </p> <p> - ‘You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Raddle,’ said the other little + ‘You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Raddle,’ said the other little woman, who was no other than Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘What have I been a-doing of?’ asked Mr. Raddle. + ‘What have I been a-doing of?’ asked Mr. Raddle. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t talk to me, don’t, you brute, for fear I should be perwoked to - forgit my sect and strike you!’ said Mrs. Raddle. + ‘Don’t talk to me, don’t, you brute, for fear I should be perwoked to + forgit my sect and strike you!’ said Mrs. Raddle. </p> <p> While this dialogue was going on, the driver was most ignominiously leading the horse, by the bridle, up to the house with the red door, which Master Bardell had already opened. Here was a mean and low way of arriving - at a friend’s house! No dashing up, with all the fire and fury of the + at a friend’s house! No dashing up, with all the fire and fury of the animal; no jumping down of the driver; no loud knocking at the door; no opening of the apron with a crash at the very last moment, for fear of the ladies sitting in a draught; and then the man handing the shawls out, afterwards, as if he were a private coachman! The whole edge of the thing - had been taken off—it was flatter than walking. + had been taken off—it was flatter than walking. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Tommy,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, ‘how’s your poor dear mother?’ + ‘Well, Tommy,’ said Mrs. Cluppins, ‘how’s your poor dear mother?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, she’s very well,’ replied Master Bardell. ‘She’s in the front - parlour, all ready. I’m ready too, I am.’ Here Master Bardell put his + ‘Oh, she’s very well,’ replied Master Bardell. ‘She’s in the front + parlour, all ready. I’m ready too, I am.’ Here Master Bardell put his hands in his pockets, and jumped off and on the bottom step of the door. </p> <p> - ‘Is anybody else a-goin’, Tommy?’ said Mrs. Cluppins, arranging her + ‘Is anybody else a-goin’, Tommy?’ said Mrs. Cluppins, arranging her pelerine. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Sanders is going, she is,’ replied Tommy; ‘I’m going too, I am.’ + ‘Mrs. Sanders is going, she is,’ replied Tommy; ‘I’m going too, I am.’ </p> <p> - ‘Drat the boy,’ said little Mrs. Cluppins. ‘He thinks of nobody but - himself. Here, Tommy, dear.’ + ‘Drat the boy,’ said little Mrs. Cluppins. ‘He thinks of nobody but + himself. Here, Tommy, dear.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Master Bardell. + ‘Well,’ said Master Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘Who else is a-goin’, lovey?’ said Mrs. Cluppins, in an insinuating + ‘Who else is a-goin’, lovey?’ said Mrs. Cluppins, in an insinuating manner. </p> <p> - ‘Oh! Mrs. Rogers is a-goin’,’ replied Master Bardell, opening his eyes + ‘Oh! Mrs. Rogers is a-goin’,’ replied Master Bardell, opening his eyes very wide as he delivered the intelligence. </p> <p> - ‘What? The lady as has taken the lodgings!’ ejaculated Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘What? The lady as has taken the lodgings!’ ejaculated Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> Master Bardell put his hands deeper down into his pockets, and nodded @@ -36214,27 +36146,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger other. </p> <p> - ‘Bless us!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. ‘It’s quite a party!’ + ‘Bless us!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. ‘It’s quite a party!’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, if you knew what was in the cupboard, you’d say so,’ replied Master + ‘Ah, if you knew what was in the cupboard, you’d say so,’ replied Master Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘What is there, Tommy?’ said Mrs. Cluppins coaxingly. ‘You’ll tell <i>me</i>, - Tommy, I know.’ + ‘What is there, Tommy?’ said Mrs. Cluppins coaxingly. ‘You’ll tell <i>me</i>, + Tommy, I know.’ </p> <p> - No, I won’t,’ replied Master Bardell, shaking his head, and applying + No, I won’t,’ replied Master Bardell, shaking his head, and applying himself to the bottom step again. </p> <p> - ‘Drat the child!’ muttered Mrs. Cluppins. ‘What a prowokin’ little wretch - it is! Come, Tommy, tell your dear Cluppy.’ + ‘Drat the child!’ muttered Mrs. Cluppins. ‘What a prowokin’ little wretch + it is! Come, Tommy, tell your dear Cluppy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Mother said I wasn’t to,’ rejoined Master Bardell, ‘I’m a-goin’ to have - some, I am.’ Cheered by this prospect, the precocious boy applied himself + ‘Mother said I wasn’t to,’ rejoined Master Bardell, ‘I’m a-goin’ to have + some, I am.’ Cheered by this prospect, the precocious boy applied himself to his infantile treadmill, with increased vigour. </p> <p> @@ -36244,11 +36176,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Raddle came up tottering. </p> <p> - ‘Lauk, Mary Ann! what’s the matter?’ said Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘Lauk, Mary Ann! what’s the matter?’ said Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘It’s put me all over in such a tremble, Betsy,’ replied Mrs. Raddle. - ‘Raddle ain’t like a man; he leaves everythink to me.’ + ‘It’s put me all over in such a tremble, Betsy,’ replied Mrs. Raddle. + ‘Raddle ain’t like a man; he leaves everythink to me.’ </p> <p> This was scarcely fair upon the unfortunate Mr. Raddle, who had been @@ -36256,7 +36188,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger peremptorily commanded to hold his tongue. He had no opportunity of defending himself, however, for Mrs. Raddle gave unequivocal signs of fainting; which, being perceived from the parlour window, Mrs. Bardell, - Mrs. Sanders, the lodger, and the lodger’s servant, darted precipitately + Mrs. Sanders, the lodger, and the lodger’s servant, darted precipitately out, and conveyed her into the house, all talking at the same time, and giving utterance to various expressions of pity and condolence, as if she were one of the most suffering mortals on earth. Being conveyed into the @@ -36267,107 +36199,107 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger plunges and struggles was fain to declare herself decidedly better. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, poor thing!’ said Mrs. Rogers, ‘I know what her feelin’s is, too - well.’ + ‘Ah, poor thing!’ said Mrs. Rogers, ‘I know what her feelin’s is, too + well.’ </p> <p> - Ah, poor thing! so do I,’ said Mrs. Sanders; and then all the ladies + Ah, poor thing! so do I,’ said Mrs. Sanders; and then all the ladies moaned in unison, and said they knew what it was, and they pitied her from - their hearts, they did. Even the lodger’s little servant, who was thirteen + their hearts, they did. Even the lodger’s little servant, who was thirteen years old and three feet high, murmured her sympathy. </p> <p> - ‘But what’s been the matter?’ said Mrs. Bardell. + ‘But what’s been the matter?’ said Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, what has decomposed you, ma’am?’ inquired Mrs. Rogers. + ‘Ah, what has decomposed you, ma’am?’ inquired Mrs. Rogers. </p> <p> - ‘I have been a good deal flurried,’ replied Mrs. Raddle, in a reproachful + ‘I have been a good deal flurried,’ replied Mrs. Raddle, in a reproachful manner. Thereupon the ladies cast indignant glances at Mr. Raddle. </p> <p> - ‘Why, the fact is,’ said that unhappy gentleman, stepping forward, ‘when - we alighted at this door, a dispute arose with the driver of the cabrioily—’ + ‘Why, the fact is,’ said that unhappy gentleman, stepping forward, ‘when + we alighted at this door, a dispute arose with the driver of the cabrioily—’ A loud scream from his wife, at the mention of this word, rendered all further explanation inaudible. </p> <p> - ‘You’d better leave us to bring her round, Raddle,’ said Mrs. Cluppins. - ‘She’ll never get better as long as you’re here.’ + ‘You’d better leave us to bring her round, Raddle,’ said Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘She’ll never get better as long as you’re here.’ </p> <p> All the ladies concurred in this opinion; so Mr. Raddle was pushed out of the room, and requested to give himself an airing in the back yard. Which he did for about a quarter of an hour, when Mrs. Bardell announced to him with a solemn face that he might come in now, but that he must be very - careful how he behaved towards his wife. She knew he didn’t mean to be - unkind; but Mary Ann was very far from strong, and, if he didn’t take + careful how he behaved towards his wife. She knew he didn’t mean to be + unkind; but Mary Ann was very far from strong, and, if he didn’t take care, he might lose her when he least expected it, which would be a very dreadful reflection for him afterwards; and so on. All this, Mr. Raddle heard with great submission, and presently returned to the parlour in a most lamb-like manner. </p> <p> - ‘Why, Mrs. Rogers, ma’am,’ said Mrs. Bardell, ‘you’ve never been - introduced, I declare! Mr. Raddle, ma’am; Mrs. Cluppins, ma’am; Mrs. - Raddle, ma’am.’ + ‘Why, Mrs. Rogers, ma’am,’ said Mrs. Bardell, ‘you’ve never been + introduced, I declare! Mr. Raddle, ma’am; Mrs. Cluppins, ma’am; Mrs. + Raddle, ma’am.’ </p> <p> - ‘Which is Mrs. Cluppins’s sister,’ suggested Mrs. Sanders. + ‘Which is Mrs. Cluppins’s sister,’ suggested Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, indeed!’ said Mrs. Rogers graciously; for she was the lodger, and her + ‘Oh, indeed!’ said Mrs. Rogers graciously; for she was the lodger, and her servant was in waiting, so she was more gracious than intimate, in right - of her position. ‘Oh, indeed!’ + of her position. ‘Oh, indeed!’ </p> <p> - Mrs. Raddle smiled sweetly, Mr. Raddle bowed, and Mrs. Cluppins said, ‘she + Mrs. Raddle smiled sweetly, Mr. Raddle bowed, and Mrs. Cluppins said, ‘she was sure she was very happy to have an opportunity of being known to a - lady which she had heerd so much in favour of, as Mrs. Rogers.’ A + lady which she had heerd so much in favour of, as Mrs. Rogers.’ A compliment which the last-named lady acknowledged with graceful condescension. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Mr. Raddle,’ said Mrs. Bardell; ‘I’m sure you ought to feel very + ‘Well, Mr. Raddle,’ said Mrs. Bardell; ‘I’m sure you ought to feel very much honoured at you and Tommy being the only gentlemen to escort so many - ladies all the way to the Spaniards, at Hampstead. Don’t you think he - ought, Mrs. Rogers, ma’am?’ + ladies all the way to the Spaniards, at Hampstead. Don’t you think he + ought, Mrs. Rogers, ma’am?’ </p> <p> - Oh, certainly, ma’am,’ replied Mrs. Rogers; after whom all the other - ladies responded, ‘Oh, certainly.’ + Oh, certainly, ma’am,’ replied Mrs. Rogers; after whom all the other + ladies responded, ‘Oh, certainly.’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course I feel it, ma’am,’ said Mr. Raddle, rubbing his hands, and - evincing a slight tendency to brighten up a little. ‘Indeed, to tell you - the truth, I said, as we was a-coming along in the cabrioily—’ + ‘Of course I feel it, ma’am,’ said Mr. Raddle, rubbing his hands, and + evincing a slight tendency to brighten up a little. ‘Indeed, to tell you + the truth, I said, as we was a-coming along in the cabrioily—’ </p> <p> At the recapitulation of the word which awakened so many painful recollections, Mrs. Raddle applied her handkerchief to her eyes again, and uttered a half-suppressed scream; so that Mrs. Bardell frowned upon Mr. Raddle, to intimate that he had better not say anything more, and desired - Mrs. Rogers’s servant, with an air, to ‘put the wine on.’ + Mrs. Rogers’s servant, with an air, to ‘put the wine on.’ </p> <p> This was the signal for displaying the hidden treasures of the closet, which comprised sundry plates of oranges and biscuits, and a bottle of old - crusted port—that at one-and-nine—with another of the + crusted port—that at one-and-nine—with another of the celebrated East India sherry at fourteen-pence, which were all produced in honour of the lodger, and afforded unlimited satisfaction to everybody. After great consternation had been excited in the mind of Mrs. Cluppins, by an attempt on the part of Tommy to recount how he had been cross-examined regarding the cupboard then in action (which was fortunately nipped in the bud by his imbibing half a glass of the old - crusted ‘the wrong way,’ and thereby endangering his life for some + crusted ‘the wrong way,’ and thereby endangering his life for some seconds), the party walked forth in quest of a Hampstead stage. This was soon found, and in a couple of hours they all arrived safely in the - Spaniards Tea-gardens, where the luckless Mr. Raddle’s very first act + Spaniards Tea-gardens, where the luckless Mr. Raddle’s very first act nearly occasioned his good lady a relapse; it being neither more nor less than to order tea for seven, whereas (as the ladies one and all remarked), - what could have been easier than for Tommy to have drank out of anybody’s - cup—or everybody’s, if that was all—when the waiter wasn’t + what could have been easier than for Tommy to have drank out of anybody’s + cup—or everybody’s, if that was all—when the waiter wasn’t looking, which would have saved one head of tea, and the tea just as good! </p> <p> @@ -36378,26 +36310,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger merriment and success. </p> <p> - ‘How sweet the country is, to be sure!’ sighed Mrs. Rogers; ‘I almost wish - I lived in it always.’ + ‘How sweet the country is, to be sure!’ sighed Mrs. Rogers; ‘I almost wish + I lived in it always.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you wouldn’t like that, ma’am,’ replied Mrs. Bardell, rather hastily; + ‘Oh, you wouldn’t like that, ma’am,’ replied Mrs. Bardell, rather hastily; for it was not at all advisable, with reference to the lodgings, to - encourage such notions; ‘you wouldn’t like it, ma’am.’ + encourage such notions; ‘you wouldn’t like it, ma’am.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh! I should think you was a deal too lively and sought after, to be - content with the country, ma’am,’ said little Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘Oh! I should think you was a deal too lively and sought after, to be + content with the country, ma’am,’ said little Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps I am, ma’am. Perhaps I am,’ sighed the first-floor lodger. + ‘Perhaps I am, ma’am. Perhaps I am,’ sighed the first-floor lodger. </p> <p> - ‘For lone people as have got nobody to care for them, or take care of - them, or as have been hurt in their mind, or that kind of thing,’ observed - Mr. Raddle, plucking up a little cheerfulness, and looking round, ‘the - country is all very well. The country for a wounded spirit, they say.’ + ‘For lone people as have got nobody to care for them, or take care of + them, or as have been hurt in their mind, or that kind of thing,’ observed + Mr. Raddle, plucking up a little cheerfulness, and looking round, ‘the + country is all very well. The country for a wounded spirit, they say.’ </p> <p> Now, of all things in the world that the unfortunate man could have said, @@ -36406,25 +36338,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger affectionate child began to cry too, most dismally. </p> <p> - ‘Would anybody believe, ma’am,’ exclaimed Mrs. Raddle, turning fiercely to - the first-floor lodger, ‘that a woman could be married to such a unmanly - creetur, which can tamper with a woman’s feelings as he does, every hour - in the day, ma’am?’ + ‘Would anybody believe, ma’am,’ exclaimed Mrs. Raddle, turning fiercely to + the first-floor lodger, ‘that a woman could be married to such a unmanly + creetur, which can tamper with a woman’s feelings as he does, every hour + in the day, ma’am?’ </p> <p> - ‘My dear,’ remonstrated Mr. Raddle, ‘I didn’t mean anything, my dear.’ + ‘My dear,’ remonstrated Mr. Raddle, ‘I didn’t mean anything, my dear.’ </p> <p> - ‘You didn’t mean!’ repeated Mrs. Raddle, with great scorn and contempt. - ‘Go away. I can’t bear the sight on you, you brute.’ + ‘You didn’t mean!’ repeated Mrs. Raddle, with great scorn and contempt. + ‘Go away. I can’t bear the sight on you, you brute.’ </p> <p> - ‘You must not flurry yourself, Mary Ann,’ interposed Mrs. Cluppins. ‘You + ‘You must not flurry yourself, Mary Ann,’ interposed Mrs. Cluppins. ‘You really must consider yourself, my dear, which you never do. Now go away, - Raddle, there’s a good soul, or you’ll only aggravate her.’ + Raddle, there’s a good soul, or you’ll only aggravate her.’ </p> <p> - ‘You had better take your tea by yourself, Sir, indeed,’ said Mrs. Rogers, + ‘You had better take your tea by yourself, Sir, indeed,’ said Mrs. Rogers, again applying the smelling-bottle. </p> <p> @@ -36434,7 +36366,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> After this, there was a great hoisting up of Master Bardell, who was - rather a large size for hugging, into his mother’s arms, in which + rather a large size for hugging, into his mother’s arms, in which operation he got his boots in the tea-board, and occasioned some confusion among the cups and saucers. But that description of fainting fits, which is contagious among ladies, seldom lasts long; so when he had been well @@ -36447,22 +36379,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger that the ladies, looking up, saw a hackney-coach stop at the garden gate. </p> <p> - ‘More company!’ said Mrs. Sanders. + ‘More company!’ said Mrs. Sanders. </p> <p> - ‘It’s a gentleman,’ said Mrs. Raddle. + ‘It’s a gentleman,’ said Mrs. Raddle. </p> <p> - ‘Well, if it ain’t Mr. Jackson, the young man from Dodson and Fogg’s!’ - cried Mrs. Bardell. ‘Why, gracious! Surely Mr. Pickwick can’t have paid - the damages.’ + ‘Well, if it ain’t Mr. Jackson, the young man from Dodson and Fogg’s!’ + cried Mrs. Bardell. ‘Why, gracious! Surely Mr. Pickwick can’t have paid + the damages.’ </p> <p> - ‘Or hoffered marriage!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. + ‘Or hoffered marriage!’ said Mrs. Cluppins. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, how slow the gentleman is,’ exclaimed Mrs. Rogers. ‘Why doesn’t - he make haste!’ + ‘Dear me, how slow the gentleman is,’ exclaimed Mrs. Rogers. ‘Why doesn’t + he make haste!’ </p> <p> As the lady spoke these words, Mr. Jackson turned from the coach where he @@ -36472,126 +36404,126 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hair round the brim of his hat, as he came along. </p> <p> - ‘Is anything the matter? Has anything taken place, Mr. Jackson?’ said Mrs. + ‘Is anything the matter? Has anything taken place, Mr. Jackson?’ said Mrs. Bardell eagerly. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing whatever, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Jackson. ‘How de do, ladies? I have - to ask pardon, ladies, for intruding—but the law, ladies—the - law.’ With this apology Mr. Jackson smiled, made a comprehensive bow, and + ‘Nothing whatever, ma’am,’ replied Mr. Jackson. ‘How de do, ladies? I have + to ask pardon, ladies, for intruding—but the law, ladies—the + law.’ With this apology Mr. Jackson smiled, made a comprehensive bow, and gave his hair another wind. Mrs. Rogers whispered Mrs. Raddle that he was really an elegant young man. </p> <p> - ‘I called in Goswell Street,’ resumed Mr. Jackson, ‘and hearing that you + ‘I called in Goswell Street,’ resumed Mr. Jackson, ‘and hearing that you were here, from the slavey, took a coach and came on. Our people want you - down in the city directly, Mrs. Bardell.’ + down in the city directly, Mrs. Bardell.’ </p> <p> - ‘Lor!’ ejaculated that lady, starting at the sudden nature of the + ‘Lor!’ ejaculated that lady, starting at the sudden nature of the communication. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said Mr. Jackson, biting his lip. ‘It’s very important and pressing - business, which can’t be postponed on any account. Indeed, Dodson - expressly said so to me, and so did Fogg. I’ve kept the coach on purpose - for you to go back in.’ + ‘Yes,’ said Mr. Jackson, biting his lip. ‘It’s very important and pressing + business, which can’t be postponed on any account. Indeed, Dodson + expressly said so to me, and so did Fogg. I’ve kept the coach on purpose + for you to go back in.’ </p> <p> - ‘How very strange!’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell. + ‘How very strange!’ exclaimed Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> The ladies agreed that it <i>was </i> very strange, but were unanimously of opinion that it must be very important, or Dodson & Fogg would never have sent; and further, that the business being urgent, she ought to - repair to Dodson & Fogg’s without any delay. + repair to Dodson & Fogg’s without any delay. </p> <p> There was a certain degree of pride and importance about being wanted by - one’s lawyers in such a monstrous hurry, that was by no means displeasing + one’s lawyers in such a monstrous hurry, that was by no means displeasing to Mrs. Bardell, especially as it might be reasonably supposed to enhance her consequence in the eyes of the first-floor lodger. She simpered a little, affected extreme vexation and hesitation, and at last arrived at the conclusion that she supposed she must go. </p> <p> - ‘But won’t you refresh yourself after your walk, Mr. Jackson?’ said Mrs. + ‘But won’t you refresh yourself after your walk, Mr. Jackson?’ said Mrs. Bardell persuasively. </p> <p> - ‘Why, really there ain’t much time to lose,’ replied Jackson; ‘and I’ve - got a friend here,’ he continued, looking towards the man with the ash + ‘Why, really there ain’t much time to lose,’ replied Jackson; ‘and I’ve + got a friend here,’ he continued, looking towards the man with the ash stick. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, ask your friend to come here, Sir,’ said Mrs. Bardell. ‘Pray ask your - friend here, Sir.’ + ‘Oh, ask your friend to come here, Sir,’ said Mrs. Bardell. ‘Pray ask your + friend here, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, thank’ee, I’d rather not,’ said Mr. Jackson, with some embarrassment - of manner. ‘He’s not much used to ladies’ society, and it makes him - bashful. If you’ll order the waiter to deliver him anything short, he - won’t drink it off at once, won’t he!—only try him!’ Mr. Jackson’s + ‘Why, thank’ee, I’d rather not,’ said Mr. Jackson, with some embarrassment + of manner. ‘He’s not much used to ladies’ society, and it makes him + bashful. If you’ll order the waiter to deliver him anything short, he + won’t drink it off at once, won’t he!—only try him!’ Mr. Jackson’s fingers wandered playfully round his nose at this portion of his discourse, to warn his hearers that he was speaking ironically. </p> <p> The waiter was at once despatched to the bashful gentleman, and the bashful gentleman took something; Mr. Jackson also took something, and the - ladies took something, for hospitality’s sake. Mr. Jackson then said he + ladies took something, for hospitality’s sake. Mr. Jackson then said he was afraid it was time to go; upon which, Mrs. Sanders, Mrs. Cluppins, and Tommy (who it was arranged should accompany Mrs. Bardell, leaving the - others to Mr. Raddle’s protection), got into the coach. + others to Mr. Raddle’s protection), got into the coach. </p> <p> - ‘Isaac,’ said Jackson, as Mrs. Bardell prepared to get in, looking up at + ‘Isaac,’ said Jackson, as Mrs. Bardell prepared to get in, looking up at the man with the ash stick, who was seated on the box, smoking a cigar. </p> <p> - ‘Well?’ + ‘Well?’ </p> <p> - ‘This is Mrs. Bardell.’ + ‘This is Mrs. Bardell.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I know’d that long ago,’ said the man. + ‘Oh, I know’d that long ago,’ said the man. </p> <p> Mrs. Bardell got in, Mr. Jackson got in after her, and away they drove. - Mrs. Bardell could not help ruminating on what Mr. Jackson’s friend had + Mrs. Bardell could not help ruminating on what Mr. Jackson’s friend had said. Shrewd creatures, those lawyers. Lord bless us, how they find people out! </p> <p> - ‘Sad thing about these costs of our people’s, ain’t it,’ said Jackson, - when Mrs. Cluppins and Mrs. Sanders had fallen asleep; ‘your bill of - costs, I mean.’ + ‘Sad thing about these costs of our people’s, ain’t it,’ said Jackson, + when Mrs. Cluppins and Mrs. Sanders had fallen asleep; ‘your bill of + costs, I mean.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’m very sorry they can’t get them,’ replied Mrs. Bardell. ‘But if you + ‘I’m very sorry they can’t get them,’ replied Mrs. Bardell. ‘But if you law gentlemen do these things on speculation, why you must get a loss now - and then, you know.’ + and then, you know.’ </p> <p> - ‘You gave them a <i>cognovit </i>for the amount of your costs, after the - trial, I’m told!’ said Jackson. + ‘You gave them a <i>cognovit </i>for the amount of your costs, after the + trial, I’m told!’ said Jackson. </p> <p> - ‘Yes. Just as a matter of form,’ replied Mrs. Bardell. + ‘Yes. Just as a matter of form,’ replied Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ replied Jackson drily. ‘Quite a matter of form. Quite.’ + ‘Certainly,’ replied Jackson drily. ‘Quite a matter of form. Quite.’ </p> <p> On they drove, and Mrs. Bardell fell asleep. She was awakened, after some time, by the stopping of the coach. </p> <p> - ‘Bless us!’ said the lady. ‘Are we at Freeman’s Court?’ + ‘Bless us!’ said the lady. ‘Are we at Freeman’s Court?’ </p> <p> - ‘We’re not going quite so far,’ replied Jackson. ‘Have the goodness to - step out.’ + ‘We’re not going quite so far,’ replied Jackson. ‘Have the goodness to + step out.’ </p> <p> Mrs. Bardell, not yet thoroughly awake, complied. It was a curious place: @@ -36604,9 +36536,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/20336.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Now, ladies,’ cried the man with the ash stick, looking into the coach, - and shaking Mrs. Sanders to wake her, ‘Come!’ Rousing her friend, Mrs. - Sanders alighted. Mrs. Bardell, leaning on Jackson’s arm, and leading + ‘Now, ladies,’ cried the man with the ash stick, looking into the coach, + and shaking Mrs. Sanders to wake her, ‘Come!’ Rousing her friend, Mrs. + Sanders alighted. Mrs. Bardell, leaning on Jackson’s arm, and leading Tommy by the hand, had already entered the porch. They followed. </p> <p> @@ -36614,32 +36546,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger number of men standing about! And they stared so! </p> <p> - ‘What place is this?’ inquired Mrs. Bardell, pausing. + ‘What place is this?’ inquired Mrs. Bardell, pausing. </p> <p> - ‘Only one of our public offices,’ replied Jackson, hurrying her through a - door, and looking round to see that the other women were following. ‘Look - sharp, Isaac!’ + ‘Only one of our public offices,’ replied Jackson, hurrying her through a + door, and looking round to see that the other women were following. ‘Look + sharp, Isaac!’ </p> <p> - ‘Safe and sound,’ replied the man with the ash stick. The door swung + ‘Safe and sound,’ replied the man with the ash stick. The door swung heavily after them, and they descended a small flight of steps. </p> <p> - ‘Here we are at last. All right and tight, Mrs. Bardell!’ said Jackson, + ‘Here we are at last. All right and tight, Mrs. Bardell!’ said Jackson, looking exultingly round. </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean?’ said Mrs. Bardell, with a palpitating heart. + ‘What do you mean?’ said Mrs. Bardell, with a palpitating heart. </p> <p> - ‘Just this,’ replied Jackson, drawing her a little on one side; ‘don’t be + ‘Just this,’ replied Jackson, drawing her a little on one side; ‘don’t be frightened, Mrs. Bardell. There never was a more delicate man than Dodson, - ma’am, or a more humane man than Fogg. It was their duty in the way of + ma’am, or a more humane man than Fogg. It was their duty in the way of business, to take you in execution for them costs; but they were anxious to spare your feelings as much as they could. What a comfort it must be, - to you, to think how it’s been done! This is the Fleet, ma’am. Wish you - good-night, Mrs. Bardell. Good-night, Tommy!’ + to you, to think how it’s been done! This is the Fleet, ma’am. Wish you + good-night, Mrs. Bardell. Good-night, Tommy!’ </p> <p> As Jackson hurried away in company with the man with the ash stick another @@ -36652,21 +36584,21 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger reverence, while his master turned indignantly on his heel. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t bother the woman,’ said the turnkey to Weller; ‘she’s just come - in.’ + ‘Don’t bother the woman,’ said the turnkey to Weller; ‘she’s just come + in.’ </p> <p> - ‘A prisoner!’ said Sam, quickly replacing his hat. ‘Who’s the plaintives? - What for? Speak up, old feller.’ + ‘A prisoner!’ said Sam, quickly replacing his hat. ‘Who’s the plaintives? + What for? Speak up, old feller.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dodson and Fogg,’ replied the man; ‘execution on <i>cognovit </i>for - costs.’ + ‘Dodson and Fogg,’ replied the man; ‘execution on <i>cognovit </i>for + costs.’ </p> <p> - ‘Here, Job, Job!’ shouted Sam, dashing into the passage. ‘Run to Mr. - Perker’s, Job. I want him directly. I see some good in this. Here’s a - game. Hooray! vere’s the gov’nor?’ + ‘Here, Job, Job!’ shouted Sam, dashing into the passage. ‘Run to Mr. + Perker’s, Job. I want him directly. I see some good in this. Here’s a + game. Hooray! vere’s the gov’nor?’ </p> <p> But there was no reply to these inquiries, for Job had started furiously @@ -36682,8 +36614,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </div> <h2> CHAPTER XLVII. IS CHIEFLY DEVOTED TO MATTERS OF BUSINESS, AND THE TEMPORAL - ADVANTAGE OF DODSON AND FOGG—MR. WINKLE REAPPEARS UNDER - EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES—MR. PICKWICK’S BENEVOLENCE PROVES + ADVANTAGE OF DODSON AND FOGG—MR. WINKLE REAPPEARS UNDER + EXTRAORDINARY CIRCUMSTANCES—MR. PICKWICK’S BENEVOLENCE PROVES STRONGER THAN HIS OBSTINACY </h2> <p class="pfirst"> @@ -36692,32 +36624,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the road, sometimes on the pavement, sometimes in the gutter, as the chances of getting along varied with the press of men, women, children, and coaches, in each division of the thoroughfare, and, regardless of all - obstacles stopped not for an instant until he reached the gate of Gray’s + obstacles stopped not for an instant until he reached the gate of Gray’s Inn. Notwithstanding all the expedition he had used, however, the gate had been closed a good half-hour when he reached it, and by the time he had - discovered Mr. Perker’s laundress, who lived with a married daughter, who + discovered Mr. Perker’s laundress, who lived with a married daughter, who had bestowed her hand upon a non-resident waiter, who occupied the one-pair of some number in some street closely adjoining to some brewery - somewhere behind Gray’s Inn Lane, it was within fifteen minutes of closing + somewhere behind Gray’s Inn Lane, it was within fifteen minutes of closing the prison for the night. Mr. Lowten had still to be ferreted out from the back parlour of the Magpie and Stump; and Job had scarcely accomplished - this object, and communicated Sam Weller’s message, when the clock struck + this object, and communicated Sam Weller’s message, when the clock struck ten. </p> <p> - ‘There,’ said Lowten, ‘it’s too late now. You can’t get in to-night; - you’ve got the key of the street, my friend.’ + ‘There,’ said Lowten, ‘it’s too late now. You can’t get in to-night; + you’ve got the key of the street, my friend.’ </p> <p> - ‘Never mind me,’ replied Job. ‘I can sleep anywhere. But won’t it be + ‘Never mind me,’ replied Job. ‘I can sleep anywhere. But won’t it be better to see Mr. Perker to-night, so that we may be there, the first - thing in the morning?’ + thing in the morning?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ responded Lowten, after a little consideration, ‘if it was in - anybody else’s case, Perker wouldn’t be best pleased at my going up to his - house; but as it’s Mr. Pickwick’s, I think I may venture to take a cab and - charge it to the office.’ Deciding on this line of conduct, Mr. Lowten + ‘Why,’ responded Lowten, after a little consideration, ‘if it was in + anybody else’s case, Perker wouldn’t be best pleased at my going up to his + house; but as it’s Mr. Pickwick’s, I think I may venture to take a cab and + charge it to the office.’ Deciding on this line of conduct, Mr. Lowten took up his hat, and begging the assembled company to appoint a deputy-chairman during his temporary absence, led the way to the nearest coach-stand. Summoning the cab of most promising appearance, he directed @@ -36741,44 +36673,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger dim and shadowy by the light of a kitchen candle, which the gentleman who condescended to appear in plush shorts and cottons for a quarterly stipend, had, with a becoming contempt for the clerk and all things - appertaining to ‘the office,’ placed upon the table. + appertaining to ‘the office,’ placed upon the table. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Lowten,’ said little Mr. Perker, shutting the door, ‘what’s the - matter? No important letter come in a parcel, is there?’ + ‘Now, Lowten,’ said little Mr. Perker, shutting the door, ‘what’s the + matter? No important letter come in a parcel, is there?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, Sir,’ replied Lowten. ‘This is a messenger from Mr. Pickwick, Sir.’ + ‘No, Sir,’ replied Lowten. ‘This is a messenger from Mr. Pickwick, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘From Pickwick, eh?’ said the little man, turning quickly to Job. ‘Well, - what is it?’ + ‘From Pickwick, eh?’ said the little man, turning quickly to Job. ‘Well, + what is it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Dodson and Fogg have taken Mrs. Bardell in execution for her costs, Sir,’ + ‘Dodson and Fogg have taken Mrs. Bardell in execution for her costs, Sir,’ said Job. </p> <p> - ‘No!’ exclaimed Perker, putting his hands in his pockets, and reclining + ‘No!’ exclaimed Perker, putting his hands in his pockets, and reclining against the sideboard. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said Job. ‘It seems they got a cognovit out of her, for the amount - of ‘em, directly after the trial.’ + ‘Yes,’ said Job. ‘It seems they got a cognovit out of her, for the amount + of ‘em, directly after the trial.’ </p> <p> - ‘By Jove!’ said Perker, taking both hands out of his pockets, and striking + ‘By Jove!’ said Perker, taking both hands out of his pockets, and striking the knuckles of his right against the palm of his left, emphatically, - ‘those are the cleverest scamps I ever had anything to do with!’ + ‘those are the cleverest scamps I ever had anything to do with!’ </p> <p> - ‘The sharpest practitioners I ever knew, Sir,’ observed Lowten. + ‘The sharpest practitioners I ever knew, Sir,’ observed Lowten. </p> <p> - ‘Sharp!’ echoed Perker. ‘There’s no knowing where to have them.’ + ‘Sharp!’ echoed Perker. ‘There’s no knowing where to have them.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very true, Sir, there is not,’ replied Lowten; and then, both master and + ‘Very true, Sir, there is not,’ replied Lowten; and then, both master and man pondered for a few seconds, with animated countenances, as if they were reflecting upon one of the most beautiful and ingenious discoveries that the intellect of man had ever made. When they had in some measure @@ -36787,20 +36719,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pulled out his watch. </p> <p> - ‘At ten precisely, I will be there,’ said the little man. ‘Sam is quite - right. Tell him so. Will you take a glass of wine, Lowten?’ + ‘At ten precisely, I will be there,’ said the little man. ‘Sam is quite + right. Tell him so. Will you take a glass of wine, Lowten?’ </p> <p> - No, thank you, Sir.’ + No, thank you, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘You mean yes, I think,’ said the little man, turning to the sideboard for + ‘You mean yes, I think,’ said the little man, turning to the sideboard for a decanter and glasses. </p> <p> As Lowten <i>did </i>mean yes, he said no more on the subject, but inquired of Job, in an audible whisper, whether the portrait of Perker, - which hung opposite the fireplace, wasn’t a wonderful likeness, to which + which hung opposite the fireplace, wasn’t a wonderful likeness, to which Job of course replied that it was. The wine being by this time poured out, Lowten drank to Mrs. Perker and the children, and Job to Perker. The gentleman in the plush shorts and cottons considering it no part of his @@ -36811,14 +36743,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Punctually at the appointed hour next morning, the good-humoured little - attorney tapped at Mr. Pickwick’s door, which was opened with great + attorney tapped at Mr. Pickwick’s door, which was opened with great alacrity by Sam Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Perker, sir,’ said Sam, announcing the visitor to Mr. Pickwick, who - was sitting at the window in a thoughtful attitude. ‘Wery glad you’ve - looked in accidentally, Sir. I rather think the gov’nor wants to have a - word and a half with you, Sir.’ + ‘Mr. Perker, sir,’ said Sam, announcing the visitor to Mr. Pickwick, who + was sitting at the window in a thoughtful attitude. ‘Wery glad you’ve + looked in accidentally, Sir. I rather think the gov’nor wants to have a + word and a half with you, Sir.’ </p> <p> Perker bestowed a look of intelligence on Sam, intimating that he @@ -36826,7 +36758,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger approach, whispered briefly in his ear. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean that ‘ere, Sir?’ said Sam, starting back in excessive + ‘You don’t mean that ‘ere, Sir?’ said Sam, starting back in excessive surprise. </p> <p> @@ -36839,164 +36771,164 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger disappeared. </p> <p> - ‘What does this mean?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, looking at Perker with - astonishment. ‘What has put Sam into this extraordinary state?’ + ‘What does this mean?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, looking at Perker with + astonishment. ‘What has put Sam into this extraordinary state?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, nothing, nothing,’ replied Perker. ‘Come, my dear Sir, draw up your - chair to the table. I have a good deal to say to you.’ + ‘Oh, nothing, nothing,’ replied Perker. ‘Come, my dear Sir, draw up your + chair to the table. I have a good deal to say to you.’ </p> <p> - ‘What papers are those?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, as the little man + ‘What papers are those?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, as the little man deposited on the table a small bundle of documents tied with red tape. </p> <p> - ‘The papers in Bardell and Pickwick,’ replied Perker, undoing the knot + ‘The papers in Bardell and Pickwick,’ replied Perker, undoing the knot with his teeth. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick grated the legs of his chair against the ground; and throwing - himself into it, folded his hands and looked sternly—if Mr. Pickwick - ever could look sternly—at his legal friend. + himself into it, folded his hands and looked sternly—if Mr. Pickwick + ever could look sternly—at his legal friend. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t like to hear the name of the cause?’ said the little man, still + ‘You don’t like to hear the name of the cause?’ said the little man, still busying himself with the knot. </p> <p> - ‘No, I do not indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘No, I do not indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Sorry for that,’ resumed Perker, ‘because it will form the subject of our - conversation.’ + ‘Sorry for that,’ resumed Perker, ‘because it will form the subject of our + conversation.’ </p> <p> - ‘I would rather that the subject should be never mentioned between us, - Perker,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick hastily. + ‘I would rather that the subject should be never mentioned between us, + Perker,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick hastily. </p> <p> - ‘Pooh, pooh, my dear Sir,’ said the little man, untying the bundle, and - glancing eagerly at Mr. Pickwick out of the corners of his eyes. ‘It must + ‘Pooh, pooh, my dear Sir,’ said the little man, untying the bundle, and + glancing eagerly at Mr. Pickwick out of the corners of his eyes. ‘It must be mentioned. I have come here on purpose. Now, are you ready to hear what I have to say, my dear Sir? No hurry; if you are not, I can wait. I have - this morning’s paper here. Your time shall be mine. There!’ Hereupon, the + this morning’s paper here. Your time shall be mine. There!’ Hereupon, the little man threw one leg over the other, and made a show of beginning to read with great composure and application. </p> <p> - ‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a sigh, but softening into a smile - at the same time. ‘Say what you have to say; it’s the old story, I - suppose?’ + ‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a sigh, but softening into a smile + at the same time. ‘Say what you have to say; it’s the old story, I + suppose?’ </p> <p> - ‘With a difference, my dear Sir; with a difference,’ rejoined Perker, + ‘With a difference, my dear Sir; with a difference,’ rejoined Perker, deliberately folding up the paper and putting it into his pocket again. - ‘Mrs. Bardell, the plaintiff in the action, is within these walls, Sir.’ + ‘Mrs. Bardell, the plaintiff in the action, is within these walls, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know it,’ was Mr. Pickwick’s reply. + ‘I know it,’ was Mr. Pickwick’s reply. </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ retorted Perker. ‘And you know how she comes here, I suppose; - I mean on what grounds, and at whose suit?’ + ‘Very good,’ retorted Perker. ‘And you know how she comes here, I suppose; + I mean on what grounds, and at whose suit?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes; at least I have heard Sam’s account of the matter,’ said Mr. + ‘Yes; at least I have heard Sam’s account of the matter,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with affected carelessness. </p> <p> - ‘Sam’s account of the matter,’ replied Perker, ‘is, I will venture to say, + ‘Sam’s account of the matter,’ replied Perker, ‘is, I will venture to say, a perfectly correct one. Well now, my dear Sir, the first question I have - to ask, is, whether this woman is to remain here?’ + to ask, is, whether this woman is to remain here?’ </p> <p> - ‘To remain here!’ echoed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘To remain here!’ echoed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘To remain here, my dear Sir,’ rejoined Perker, leaning back in his chair + ‘To remain here, my dear Sir,’ rejoined Perker, leaning back in his chair and looking steadily at his client. </p> <p> - ‘How can you ask me?’ said that gentleman. ‘It rests with Dodson and Fogg; - you know that very well.’ + ‘How can you ask me?’ said that gentleman. ‘It rests with Dodson and Fogg; + you know that very well.’ </p> <p> - ‘I know nothing of the kind,’ retorted Perker firmly. ‘It does <i>not </i>rest + ‘I know nothing of the kind,’ retorted Perker firmly. ‘It does <i>not </i>rest with Dodson and Fogg; you know the men, my dear Sir, as well as I do. It - rests solely, wholly, and entirely with you.’ + rests solely, wholly, and entirely with you.’ </p> <p> - ‘With me!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, rising nervously from his chair, and + ‘With me!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, rising nervously from his chair, and reseating himself directly afterwards. </p> <p> The little man gave a double-knock on the lid of his snuff-box, opened it, - took a great pinch, shut it up again, and repeated the words, ‘With you.’ + took a great pinch, shut it up again, and repeated the words, ‘With you.’ </p> <p> - ‘I say, my dear Sir,’ resumed the little man, who seemed to gather - confidence from the snuff—‘I say, that her speedy liberation or + ‘I say, my dear Sir,’ resumed the little man, who seemed to gather + confidence from the snuff—‘I say, that her speedy liberation or perpetual imprisonment rests with you, and with you alone. Hear me out, my dear Sir, if you please, and do not be so very energetic, for it will only - put you into a perspiration and do no good whatever. I say,’ continued + put you into a perspiration and do no good whatever. I say,’ continued Perker, checking off each position on a different finger, as he laid it - down—‘I say that nobody but you can rescue her from this den of + down—‘I say that nobody but you can rescue her from this den of wretchedness; and that you can only do that, by paying the costs of this - suit—both of plaintive and defendant—into the hands of these - Freeman Court sharks. Now pray be quiet, my dear sir.’ + suit—both of plaintive and defendant—into the hands of these + Freeman Court sharks. Now pray be quiet, my dear sir.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick, whose face had been undergoing most surprising changes during this speech, and was evidently on the verge of a strong burst of indignation, calmed his wrath as well as he could. Perker, strengthening - his argumentative powers with another pinch of snuff, proceeded— + his argumentative powers with another pinch of snuff, proceeded— </p> <p> - ‘I have seen the woman, this morning. By paying the costs, you can obtain - a full release and discharge from the damages; and further—this I - know is a far greater object of consideration with you, my dear sir—a + ‘I have seen the woman, this morning. By paying the costs, you can obtain + a full release and discharge from the damages; and further—this I + know is a far greater object of consideration with you, my dear sir—a voluntary statement, under her hand, in the form of a letter to me, that this business was, from the very first, fomented, and encouraged, and brought about, by these men, Dodson and Fogg; that she deeply regrets ever having been the instrument of annoyance or injury to you; and that she - entreats me to intercede with you, and implore your pardon.’ + entreats me to intercede with you, and implore your pardon.’ </p> <p> - ‘If I pay her costs for her,’ said Mr. Pickwick indignantly. ‘A valuable - document, indeed!’ + ‘If I pay her costs for her,’ said Mr. Pickwick indignantly. ‘A valuable + document, indeed!’ </p> <p> - ‘No “if” in the case, my dear Sir,’ said Perker triumphantly. ‘There is + ‘No “if” in the case, my dear Sir,’ said Perker triumphantly. ‘There is the very letter I speak of. Brought to my office by another woman at nine - o’clock this morning, before I had set foot in this place, or held any - communication with Mrs. Bardell, upon my honour.’ Selecting the letter - from the bundle, the little lawyer laid it at Mr. Pickwick’s elbow, and + o’clock this morning, before I had set foot in this place, or held any + communication with Mrs. Bardell, upon my honour.’ Selecting the letter + from the bundle, the little lawyer laid it at Mr. Pickwick’s elbow, and took snuff for two consecutive minutes, without winking. </p> <p> - ‘Is this all you have to say to me?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick mildly. + ‘Is this all you have to say to me?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick mildly. </p> <p> - ‘Not quite,’ replied Perker. ‘I cannot undertake to say, at this moment, + ‘Not quite,’ replied Perker. ‘I cannot undertake to say, at this moment, whether the wording of the cognovit, the nature of the ostensible consideration, and the proof we can get together about the whole conduct of the suit, will be sufficient to justify an indictment for conspiracy. I fear not, my dear Sir; they are too clever for that, I doubt. I do mean to say, however, that the whole facts, taken together, will be sufficient to justify you, in the minds of all reasonable men. And now, my dear Sir, I - put it to you. This one hundred and fifty pounds, or whatever it may be—take - it in round numbers—is nothing to you. A jury had decided against + put it to you. This one hundred and fifty pounds, or whatever it may be—take + it in round numbers—is nothing to you. A jury had decided against you; well, their verdict is wrong, but still they decided as they thought right, and it <i>is</i> against you. You have now an opportunity, on easy terms, of placing yourself in a much higher position than you ever could, - by remaining here; which would only be imputed, by people who didn’t know + by remaining here; which would only be imputed, by people who didn’t know you, to sheer dogged, wrongheaded, brutal obstinacy; nothing else, my dear Sir, believe me. Can you hesitate to avail yourself of it, when it restores you to your friends, your old pursuits, your health and amusements; when it liberates your faithful and attached servant, whom you otherwise doom to imprisonment for the whole of your life; and above all, - when it enables you to take the very magnanimous revenge—which I - know, my dear sir, is one after your own heart—of releasing this + when it enables you to take the very magnanimous revenge—which I + know, my dear sir, is one after your own heart—of releasing this woman from a scene of misery and debauchery, to which no man should ever be consigned, if I had my will, but the infliction of which on any woman, is even more frightful and barbarous. Now I ask you, my dear sir, not only @@ -37004,11 +36936,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger occasion of attaining all these objects, and doing all this good, for the paltry consideration of a few pounds finding their way into the pockets of a couple of rascals, to whom it makes no manner of difference, except that - the more they gain, the more they’ll seek, and so the sooner be led into + the more they gain, the more they’ll seek, and so the sooner be led into some piece of knavery that must end in a crash? I have put these considerations to you, my dear Sir, very feebly and imperfectly, but I ask you to think of them. Turn them over in your mind as long as you please. I - wait here most patiently for your answer.’ + wait here most patiently for your answer.’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20348m.jpg" alt="20348m " /><br /> @@ -37023,43 +36955,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and then a hesitating knock at the door. </p> <p> - ‘Dear, dear,’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who had been evidently roused by his - friend’s appeal; ‘what an annoyance that door is! Who is that?’ + ‘Dear, dear,’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who had been evidently roused by his + friend’s appeal; ‘what an annoyance that door is! Who is that?’ </p> <p> - ‘Me, Sir,’ replied Sam Weller, putting in his head. + ‘Me, Sir,’ replied Sam Weller, putting in his head. </p> <p> - ‘I can’t speak to you just now, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am engaged at - this moment, Sam.’ + ‘I can’t speak to you just now, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am engaged at + this moment, Sam.’ </p> <p> - ‘Beg your pardon, Sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘But here’s a lady here, Sir, - as says she’s somethin’ wery partickler to disclose.’ + ‘Beg your pardon, Sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘But here’s a lady here, Sir, + as says she’s somethin’ wery partickler to disclose.’ </p> <p> - ‘I can’t see any lady,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, whose mind was filled with + ‘I can’t see any lady,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, whose mind was filled with visions of Mrs. Bardell. </p> <p> - ‘I wouldn’t make too sure o’ that, Sir,’ urged Mr. Weller, shaking his - head. ‘If you know’d who was near, sir, I rayther think you’d change your + ‘I wouldn’t make too sure o’ that, Sir,’ urged Mr. Weller, shaking his + head. ‘If you know’d who was near, sir, I rayther think you’d change your note; as the hawk remarked to himself vith a cheerful laugh, ven he heerd - the robin-redbreast a-singin’ round the corner.’ + the robin-redbreast a-singin’ round the corner.’ </p> <p> - ‘Who is it?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Who is it?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Will you see her, Sir?’ asked Mr. Weller, holding the door in his hand as + ‘Will you see her, Sir?’ asked Mr. Weller, holding the door in his hand as if he had some curious live animal on the other side. </p> <p> - ‘I suppose I must,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking at Perker. + ‘I suppose I must,’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking at Perker. </p> <p> - ‘Well then, all in to begin!’ cried Sam. ‘Sound the gong, draw up the - curtain, and enter the two conspiraytors.’ + ‘Well then, all in to begin!’ cried Sam. ‘Sound the gong, draw up the + curtain, and enter the two conspiraytors.’ </p> <p> As Sam Weller spoke, he threw the door open, and there rushed tumultuously @@ -37070,11 +37002,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger looked prettier than ever. </p> <p> - ‘Miss Arabella Allen!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, rising from his chair. + ‘Miss Arabella Allen!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, rising from his chair. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ replied Mr. Winkle, dropping on his knees. ‘Mrs. Winkle. Pardon, my - dear friend, pardon!’ + ‘No,’ replied Mr. Winkle, dropping on his knees. ‘Mrs. Winkle. Pardon, my + dear friend, pardon!’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick could scarcely believe the evidence of his senses, and @@ -37084,112 +37016,112 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger contemplate the proceedings with the liveliest satisfaction. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Mr. Pickwick!’ said Arabella, in a low voice, as if alarmed at the - silence. ‘Can you forgive my imprudence?’ + ‘Oh, Mr. Pickwick!’ said Arabella, in a low voice, as if alarmed at the + silence. ‘Can you forgive my imprudence?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick returned no verbal response to this appeal; but he took off - his spectacles in great haste, and seizing both the young lady’s hands in - his, kissed her a great number of times—perhaps a greater number - than was absolutely necessary—and then, still retaining one of her + his spectacles in great haste, and seizing both the young lady’s hands in + his, kissed her a great number of times—perhaps a greater number + than was absolutely necessary—and then, still retaining one of her hands, told Mr. Winkle he was an audacious young dog, and bade him get up. This, Mr. Winkle, who had been for some seconds scratching his nose with the brim of his hat, in a penitent manner, did; whereupon Mr. Pickwick slapped him on the back several times, and then shook hands heartily with Perker, who, not to be behind-hand in the compliments of the occasion, saluted both the bride and the pretty housemaid with right good-will, and, - having wrung Mr. Winkle’s hand most cordially, wound up his demonstrations + having wrung Mr. Winkle’s hand most cordially, wound up his demonstrations of joy by taking snuff enough to set any half-dozen men with ordinarily-constructed noses, a-sneezing for life. </p> <p> - ‘Why, my dear girl,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘how has all this come about? - Come! Sit down, and let me hear it all. How well she looks, doesn’t she, - Perker?’ added Mr. Pickwick, surveying Arabella’s face with a look of as + ‘Why, my dear girl,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘how has all this come about? + Come! Sit down, and let me hear it all. How well she looks, doesn’t she, + Perker?’ added Mr. Pickwick, surveying Arabella’s face with a look of as much pride and exultation, as if she had been his daughter. </p> <p> - ‘Delightful, my dear Sir,’ replied the little man. ‘If I were not a - married man myself, I should be disposed to envy you, you dog.’ Thus + ‘Delightful, my dear Sir,’ replied the little man. ‘If I were not a + married man myself, I should be disposed to envy you, you dog.’ Thus expressing himself, the little lawyer gave Mr. Winkle a poke in the chest, which that gentleman reciprocated; after which they both laughed very loudly, but not so loudly as Mr. Samuel Weller, who had just relieved his feelings by kissing the pretty housemaid under cover of the cupboard door. </p> <p> - ‘I can never be grateful enough to you, Sam, I am sure,’ said Arabella, - with the sweetest smile imaginable. ‘I shall not forget your exertions in - the garden at Clifton.’ + ‘I can never be grateful enough to you, Sam, I am sure,’ said Arabella, + with the sweetest smile imaginable. ‘I shall not forget your exertions in + the garden at Clifton.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t say nothin’ wotever about it, ma’am,’ replied Sam. ‘I only assisted - natur, ma’am; as the doctor said to the boy’s mother, after he’d bled him - to death.’ + ‘Don’t say nothin’ wotever about it, ma’am,’ replied Sam. ‘I only assisted + natur, ma’am; as the doctor said to the boy’s mother, after he’d bled him + to death.’ </p> <p> - ‘Mary, my dear, sit down,’ said Mr. Pickwick, cutting short these - compliments. ‘Now then; how long have you been married, eh?’ + ‘Mary, my dear, sit down,’ said Mr. Pickwick, cutting short these + compliments. ‘Now then; how long have you been married, eh?’ </p> <p> - Arabella looked bashfully at her lord and master, who replied, ‘Only three - days.’ + Arabella looked bashfully at her lord and master, who replied, ‘Only three + days.’ </p> <p> - ‘Only three days, eh?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Why, what have you been doing - these three months?’ + ‘Only three days, eh?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Why, what have you been doing + these three months?’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, to be sure!’ interposed Perker; ‘come, account for this idleness. You - see Mr. Pickwick’s only astonishment is, that it wasn’t all over, months - ago.’ + ‘Ah, to be sure!’ interposed Perker; ‘come, account for this idleness. You + see Mr. Pickwick’s only astonishment is, that it wasn’t all over, months + ago.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why the fact is,’ replied Mr. Winkle, looking at his blushing young wife, - ‘that I could not persuade Bella to run away, for a long time. And when I + ‘Why the fact is,’ replied Mr. Winkle, looking at his blushing young wife, + ‘that I could not persuade Bella to run away, for a long time. And when I had persuaded her, it was a long time more before we could find an - opportunity. Mary had to give a month’s warning, too, before she could - leave her place next door, and we couldn’t possibly have done it without - her assistance.’ + opportunity. Mary had to give a month’s warning, too, before she could + leave her place next door, and we couldn’t possibly have done it without + her assistance.’ </p> <p> - Upon my word,’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who by this time had resumed his + Upon my word,’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, who by this time had resumed his spectacles, and was looking from Arabella to Winkle, and from Winkle to Arabella, with as much delight depicted in his countenance as - warmheartedness and kindly feeling can communicate to the human face—‘upon + warmheartedness and kindly feeling can communicate to the human face—‘upon my word! you seem to have been very systematic in your proceedings. And is - your brother acquainted with all this, my dear?’ + your brother acquainted with all this, my dear?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no, no,’ replied Arabella, changing colour. ‘Dear Mr. Pickwick, he - must only know it from you—from your lips alone. He is so violent, - so prejudiced, and has been so—so anxious in behalf of his friend, - Mr. Sawyer,’ added Arabella, looking down, ‘that I fear the consequences - dreadfully.’ + ‘Oh, no, no,’ replied Arabella, changing colour. ‘Dear Mr. Pickwick, he + must only know it from you—from your lips alone. He is so violent, + so prejudiced, and has been so—so anxious in behalf of his friend, + Mr. Sawyer,’ added Arabella, looking down, ‘that I fear the consequences + dreadfully.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah, to be sure,’ said Perker gravely. ‘You must take this matter in hand + ‘Ah, to be sure,’ said Perker gravely. ‘You must take this matter in hand for them, my dear sir. These young men will respect you, when they would listen to nobody else. You must prevent mischief, my dear Sir. Hot blood, - hot blood.’ And the little man took a warning pinch, and shook his head + hot blood.’ And the little man took a warning pinch, and shook his head doubtfully. </p> <p> - ‘You forget, my love,’ said Mr. Pickwick gently, ‘you forget that I am a - prisoner.’ + ‘You forget, my love,’ said Mr. Pickwick gently, ‘you forget that I am a + prisoner.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, indeed I do not, my dear Sir,’ replied Arabella. ‘I never have + ‘No, indeed I do not, my dear Sir,’ replied Arabella. ‘I never have forgotten it. I have never ceased to think how great your sufferings must have been in this shocking place. But I hoped that what no consideration for yourself would induce you to do, a regard to our happiness might. If my brother hears of this, first, from you, I feel certain we shall be reconciled. He is my only relation in the world, Mr. Pickwick, and unless you plead for me, I fear I have lost even him. I have done wrong, very, - very wrong, I know.’ Here poor Arabella hid her face in her handkerchief, + very wrong, I know.’ Here poor Arabella hid her face in her handkerchief, and wept bitterly. </p> <p> - Mr. Pickwick’s nature was a good deal worked upon, by these same tears; + Mr. Pickwick’s nature was a good deal worked upon, by these same tears; but when Mrs. Winkle, drying her eyes, took to coaxing and entreating in the sweetest tones of a very sweet voice, he became particularly restless, and evidently undecided how to act, as was evinced by sundry nervous @@ -37199,7 +37131,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Taking advantage of these symptoms of indecision, Mr. Perker (to whom, it appeared, the young couple had driven straight that morning) urged with legal point and shrewdness that Mr. Winkle, senior, was still unacquainted - with the important rise in life’s flight of steps which his son had taken; + with the important rise in life’s flight of steps which his son had taken; that the future expectations of the said son depended entirely upon the said Winkle, senior, continuing to regard him with undiminished feelings of affection and attachment, which it was very unlikely he would, if this @@ -37222,24 +37154,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger argued and remonstrated out of all his resolutions, and being in imminent danger of being argued and remonstrated out of his wits, caught Arabella in his arms, and declaring that she was a very amiable creature, and that - he didn’t know how it was, but he had always been very fond of her from + he didn’t know how it was, but he had always been very fond of her from the first, said he could never find it in his heart to stand in the way of - young people’s happiness, and they might do with him as they pleased. + young people’s happiness, and they might do with him as they pleased. </p> <p> - Mr. Weller’s first act, on hearing this concession, was to despatch Job + Mr. Weller’s first act, on hearing this concession, was to despatch Job Trotter to the illustrious Mr. Pell, with an authority to deliver to the bearer the formal discharge which his prudent parent had had the foresight to leave in the hands of that learned gentleman, in case it should be, at any time, required on an emergency; his next proceeding was, to invest his whole stock of ready-money in the purchase of five-and-twenty gallons of mild porter, which he himself dispensed on the racket-ground to everybody - who would partake of it; this done, he hurra’d in divers parts of the + who would partake of it; this done, he hurra’d in divers parts of the building until he lost his voice, and then quietly relapsed into his usual collected and philosophical condition. </p> <p> - At three o’clock that afternoon, Mr. Pickwick took a last look at his + At three o’clock that afternoon, Mr. Pickwick took a last look at his little room, and made his way, as well as he could, through the throng of debtors who pressed eagerly forward to shake him by the hand, until he reached the lodge steps. He turned here, to look about him, and his eye @@ -37247,43 +37179,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger not one which was not happier for his sympathy and charity. </p> <p> - ‘Perker,’ said Mr. Pickwick, beckoning one young man towards him, ‘this is - Mr. Jingle, whom I spoke to you about.’ + ‘Perker,’ said Mr. Pickwick, beckoning one young man towards him, ‘this is + Mr. Jingle, whom I spoke to you about.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker, looking hard at Jingle. ‘You + ‘Very good, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker, looking hard at Jingle. ‘You will see me again, young man, to-morrow. I hope you may live to remember - and feel deeply, what I shall have to communicate, Sir.’ + and feel deeply, what I shall have to communicate, Sir.’ </p> <p> - Jingle bowed respectfully, trembled very much as he took Mr. Pickwick’s + Jingle bowed respectfully, trembled very much as he took Mr. Pickwick’s proffered hand, and withdrew. </p> <p> - ‘Job you know, I think?’ said Mr. Pickwick, presenting that gentleman. + ‘Job you know, I think?’ said Mr. Pickwick, presenting that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘I know the rascal,’ replied Perker good-humouredly. ‘See after your + ‘I know the rascal,’ replied Perker good-humouredly. ‘See after your friend, and be in the way to-morrow at one. Do you hear? Now, is there - anything more?’ + anything more?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘You have delivered the little parcel I - gave you for your old landlord, Sam?’ + ‘Nothing,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘You have delivered the little parcel I + gave you for your old landlord, Sam?’ </p> <p> - ‘I have, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘He bust out a-cryin’, Sir, and said you wos - wery gen’rous and thoughtful, and he only wished you could have him - innockilated for a gallopin’ consumption, for his old friend as had lived - here so long wos dead, and he’d noweres to look for another.’ + ‘I have, Sir,’ replied Sam. ‘He bust out a-cryin’, Sir, and said you wos + wery gen’rous and thoughtful, and he only wished you could have him + innockilated for a gallopin’ consumption, for his old friend as had lived + here so long wos dead, and he’d noweres to look for another.’ </p> <p> - Poor fellow, poor fellow!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘God bless you, my friends!’ + Poor fellow, poor fellow!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘God bless you, my friends!’ </p> <p> As Mr. Pickwick uttered this adieu, the crowd raised a loud shout. Many among them were pressing forward to shake him by the hand again, when he - drew his arm through Perker’s, and hurried from the prison, far more sad + drew his arm through Perker’s, and hurried from the prison, far more sad and melancholy, for the moment, than when he had first entered it. Alas! how many sad and unhappy beings had he left behind! </p> @@ -37296,20 +37228,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger great agility. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ called out Mr. Weller to his master. + ‘Sir,’ called out Mr. Weller to his master. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, thrusting his head out of the window. + ‘Well, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, thrusting his head out of the window. </p> <p> - ‘I wish them horses had been three months and better in the Fleet, Sir.’ + ‘I wish them horses had been three months and better in the Fleet, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Why, Sam?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wy, Sir,’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, rubbing his hands, ‘how they would go if - they had been!’ + ‘Wy, Sir,’ exclaimed Mr. Weller, rubbing his hands, ‘how they would go if + they had been!’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0048" id="link2HCH0048"> @@ -37332,129 +37264,129 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger honourable profession to which he had devoted himself. </p> <p> - ‘Which, I think,’ observed Mr. Bob Sawyer, pursuing the thread of the - subject—‘which, I think, Ben, are rather dubious.’ + ‘Which, I think,’ observed Mr. Bob Sawyer, pursuing the thread of the + subject—‘which, I think, Ben, are rather dubious.’ </p> <p> - ‘What’s rather dubious?’ inquired Mr. Ben Allen, at the same time - sharpening his intellect with a draught of beer. ‘What’s dubious?’ + ‘What’s rather dubious?’ inquired Mr. Ben Allen, at the same time + sharpening his intellect with a draught of beer. ‘What’s dubious?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, the chances,’ responded Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘Why, the chances,’ responded Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘I forgot,’ said Mr. Ben Allen. ‘The beer has reminded me that I forgot, - Bob—yes; they <i>are </i>dubious.’ + ‘I forgot,’ said Mr. Ben Allen. ‘The beer has reminded me that I forgot, + Bob—yes; they <i>are </i>dubious.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s wonderful how the poor people patronise me,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer - reflectively. ‘They knock me up, at all hours of the night; they take + ‘It’s wonderful how the poor people patronise me,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer + reflectively. ‘They knock me up, at all hours of the night; they take medicine to an extent which I should have conceived impossible; they put on blisters and leeches with a perseverance worthy of a better cause; they make additions to their families, in a manner which is quite awful. Six of those last-named little promissory notes, all due on the same day, Ben, - and all intrusted to me!’ + and all intrusted to me!’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s very gratifying, isn’t it?’ said Mr. Ben Allen, holding his plate + ‘It’s very gratifying, isn’t it?’ said Mr. Ben Allen, holding his plate for some more minced veal. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, very,’ replied Bob; ‘only not quite so much so as the confidence of + ‘Oh, very,’ replied Bob; ‘only not quite so much so as the confidence of patients with a shilling or two to spare would be. This business was capitally described in the advertisement, Ben. It is a practice, a very - extensive practice—and that’s all.’ + extensive practice—and that’s all.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bob,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, laying down his knife and fork, and fixing his - eyes on the visage of his friend, ‘Bob, I’ll tell you what it is.’ + ‘Bob,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, laying down his knife and fork, and fixing his + eyes on the visage of his friend, ‘Bob, I’ll tell you what it is.’ </p> <p> - ‘What is it?’ inquired Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘What is it?’ inquired Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘You must make yourself, with as little delay as possible, master of - Arabella’s one thousand pounds.’ + ‘You must make yourself, with as little delay as possible, master of + Arabella’s one thousand pounds.’ </p> <p> - ‘Three per cent. consolidated bank annuities, now standing in her name in - the book or books of the governor and company of the Bank of England,’ + ‘Three per cent. consolidated bank annuities, now standing in her name in + the book or books of the governor and company of the Bank of England,’ added Bob Sawyer, in legal phraseology. </p> <p> - ‘Exactly so,’ said Ben. ‘She has it when she comes of age, or marries. She - wants a year of coming of age, and if you plucked up a spirit she needn’t - want a month of being married.’ + ‘Exactly so,’ said Ben. ‘She has it when she comes of age, or marries. She + wants a year of coming of age, and if you plucked up a spirit she needn’t + want a month of being married.’ </p> <p> - ‘She’s a very charming and delightful creature,’ quoth Mr. Robert Sawyer, - in reply; ‘and has only one fault that I know of, Ben. It happens, - unfortunately, that that single blemish is a want of taste. She don’t like - me.’ + ‘She’s a very charming and delightful creature,’ quoth Mr. Robert Sawyer, + in reply; ‘and has only one fault that I know of, Ben. It happens, + unfortunately, that that single blemish is a want of taste. She don’t like + me.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s my opinion that she don’t know what she does like,’ said Mr. Ben + ‘It’s my opinion that she don’t know what she does like,’ said Mr. Ben Allen contemptuously. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps not,’ remarked Mr. Bob Sawyer. ‘But it’s my opinion that she does - know what she doesn’t like, and that’s of more importance.’ + ‘Perhaps not,’ remarked Mr. Bob Sawyer. ‘But it’s my opinion that she does + know what she doesn’t like, and that’s of more importance.’ </p> <p> - ‘I wish,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, setting his teeth together, and speaking - more like a savage warrior who fed on raw wolf’s flesh which he carved + ‘I wish,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, setting his teeth together, and speaking + more like a savage warrior who fed on raw wolf’s flesh which he carved with his fingers, than a peaceable young gentleman who ate minced veal - with a knife and fork—‘I wish I knew whether any rascal really has + with a knife and fork—‘I wish I knew whether any rascal really has been tampering with her, and attempting to engage her affections. I think - I should assassinate him, Bob.’ + I should assassinate him, Bob.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’d put a bullet in him, if I found him out,’ said Mr. Sawyer, stopping + ‘I’d put a bullet in him, if I found him out,’ said Mr. Sawyer, stopping in the course of a long draught of beer, and looking malignantly out of - the porter pot. ‘If that didn’t do his business, I’d extract it - afterwards, and kill him that way.’ + the porter pot. ‘If that didn’t do his business, I’d extract it + afterwards, and kill him that way.’ </p> <p> Mr. Benjamin Allen gazed abstractedly on his friend for some minutes in - silence, and then said— + silence, and then said— </p> <p> - ‘You have never proposed to her, point-blank, Bob?’ + ‘You have never proposed to her, point-blank, Bob?’ </p> <p> - ‘No. Because I saw it would be of no use,’ replied Mr. Robert Sawyer. + ‘No. Because I saw it would be of no use,’ replied Mr. Robert Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘You shall do it, before you are twenty-four hours older,’ retorted Ben, - with desperate calmness. ‘She shall have you, or I’ll know the reason why. - I’ll exert my authority.’ + ‘You shall do it, before you are twenty-four hours older,’ retorted Ben, + with desperate calmness. ‘She shall have you, or I’ll know the reason why. + I’ll exert my authority.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, ‘we shall see.’ + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer, ‘we shall see.’ </p> <p> - ‘We shall see, my friend,’ replied Mr. Ben Allen fiercely. He paused for a - few seconds, and added in a voice broken by emotion, ‘You have loved her + ‘We shall see, my friend,’ replied Mr. Ben Allen fiercely. He paused for a + few seconds, and added in a voice broken by emotion, ‘You have loved her from a child, my friend. You loved her when we were boys at school together, and, even then, she was wayward and slighted your young - feelings. Do you recollect, with all the eagerness of a child’s love, one + feelings. Do you recollect, with all the eagerness of a child’s love, one day pressing upon her acceptance, two small caraway-seed biscuits and one sweet apple, neatly folded into a circular parcel with the leaf of a - copy-book?’ + copy-book?’ </p> <p> - ‘I do,’ replied Bob Sawyer. + ‘I do,’ replied Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘She slighted that, I think?’ said Ben Allen. + ‘She slighted that, I think?’ said Ben Allen. </p> <p> - ‘She did,’ rejoined Bob. ‘She said I had kept the parcel so long in the - pockets of my corduroys, that the apple was unpleasantly warm.’ + ‘She did,’ rejoined Bob. ‘She said I had kept the parcel so long in the + pockets of my corduroys, that the apple was unpleasantly warm.’ </p> <p> - ‘I remember,’ said Mr. Allen gloomily. ‘Upon which we ate it ourselves, in - alternate bites.’ + ‘I remember,’ said Mr. Allen gloomily. ‘Upon which we ate it ourselves, in + alternate bites.’ </p> <p> Bob Sawyer intimated his recollection of the circumstance last alluded to, @@ -37476,50 +37408,50 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger old lady who was its mistress and proprietor. </p> <p> - ‘Martin!’ said the old lady, calling to the surly man, out of the front + ‘Martin!’ said the old lady, calling to the surly man, out of the front window. </p> <p> - ‘Well?’ said the surly man, touching his hat to the old lady. + ‘Well?’ said the surly man, touching his hat to the old lady. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Sawyer’s,’ said the old lady. + ‘Mr. Sawyer’s,’ said the old lady. </p> <p> - ‘I was going there,’ said the surly man. + ‘I was going there,’ said the surly man. </p> <p> - The old lady nodded the satisfaction which this proof of the surly man’s + The old lady nodded the satisfaction which this proof of the surly man’s foresight imparted to her feelings; and the surly man giving a smart lash - to the chubby horse, they all repaired to Mr. Bob Sawyer’s together. + to the chubby horse, they all repaired to Mr. Bob Sawyer’s together. </p> <p> - ‘Martin!’ said the old lady, when the fly stopped at the door of Mr. + ‘Martin!’ said the old lady, when the fly stopped at the door of Mr. Robert Sawyer, late Nockemorf. </p> <p> - ‘Well?’ said Martin. + ‘Well?’ said Martin. </p> <p> - ‘Ask the lad to step out, and mind the horse.’ + ‘Ask the lad to step out, and mind the horse.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’m going to mind the horse myself,’ said Martin, laying his whip on the + ‘I’m going to mind the horse myself,’ said Martin, laying his whip on the roof of the fly. </p> <p> - ‘I can’t permit it, on any account,’ said the old lady; ‘your testimony + ‘I can’t permit it, on any account,’ said the old lady; ‘your testimony will be very important, and I must take you into the house with me. You - must not stir from my side during the whole interview. Do you hear?’ + must not stir from my side during the whole interview. Do you hear?’ </p> <p> - ‘I hear,’ replied Martin. + ‘I hear,’ replied Martin. </p> <p> - ‘Well; what are you stopping for?’ + ‘Well; what are you stopping for?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing,’ replied Martin. So saying, the surly man leisurely descended + ‘Nothing,’ replied Martin. So saying, the surly man leisurely descended from the wheel, on which he had been poising himself on the tops of the toes of his right foot, and having summoned the boy in the gray livery, opened the coach door, flung down the steps, and thrusting in a hand @@ -37527,41 +37459,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger much unconcern in his manner as if she were a bandbox. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me!’ exclaimed the old lady. ‘I am so flurried, now I have got here, - Martin, that I’m all in a tremble.’ + ‘Dear me!’ exclaimed the old lady. ‘I am so flurried, now I have got here, + Martin, that I’m all in a tremble.’ </p> <p> Mr. Martin coughed behind the dark wash-leather gloves, but expressed no - sympathy; so the old lady, composing herself, trotted up Mr. Bob Sawyer’s - steps, and Mr. Martin followed. Immediately on the old lady’s entering the + sympathy; so the old lady, composing herself, trotted up Mr. Bob Sawyer’s + steps, and Mr. Martin followed. Immediately on the old lady’s entering the shop, Mr. Benjamin Allen and Mr. Bob Sawyer, who had been putting the spirits-and-water out of sight, and upsetting nauseous drugs to take off the smell of the tobacco smoke, issued hastily forth in a transport of pleasure and affection. </p> <p> - ‘My dear aunt,’ exclaimed Mr. Ben Allen, ‘how kind of you to look in upon + ‘My dear aunt,’ exclaimed Mr. Ben Allen, ‘how kind of you to look in upon us! Mr. Sawyer, aunt; my friend Mr. Bob Sawyer whom I have spoken to you - about, regarding—you know, aunt.’ And here Mr. Ben Allen, who was - not at the moment extraordinarily sober, added the word ‘Arabella,’ in + about, regarding—you know, aunt.’ And here Mr. Ben Allen, who was + not at the moment extraordinarily sober, added the word ‘Arabella,’ in what was meant to be a whisper, but which was an especially audible and distinct tone of speech which nobody could avoid hearing, if anybody were so disposed. </p> <p> - ‘My dear Benjamin,’ said the old lady, struggling with a great shortness - of breath, and trembling from head to foot, ‘don’t be alarmed, my dear, + ‘My dear Benjamin,’ said the old lady, struggling with a great shortness + of breath, and trembling from head to foot, ‘don’t be alarmed, my dear, but I think I had better speak to Mr. Sawyer, alone, for a moment. Only - for one moment.’ + for one moment.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bob,’ said Mr. Allen, ‘will you take my aunt into the surgery?’ + ‘Bob,’ said Mr. Allen, ‘will you take my aunt into the surgery?’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ responded Bob, in a most professional voice. ‘Step this way, - my dear ma’am. Don’t be frightened, ma’am. We shall be able to set you to - rights in a very short time, I have no doubt, ma’am. Here, my dear ma’am. - Now then!’ With this, Mr. Bob Sawyer having handed the old lady to a + ‘Certainly,’ responded Bob, in a most professional voice. ‘Step this way, + my dear ma’am. Don’t be frightened, ma’am. We shall be able to set you to + rights in a very short time, I have no doubt, ma’am. Here, my dear ma’am. + Now then!’ With this, Mr. Bob Sawyer having handed the old lady to a chair, shut the door, drew another chair close to her, and waited to hear detailed the symptoms of some disorder from which he saw in perspective a long train of profits and advantages. @@ -37571,94 +37503,94 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger times, and began to cry. </p> <p> - ‘Nervous,’ said Bob Sawyer complacently. ‘Camphor-julep and water three - times a day, and composing draught at night.’ + ‘Nervous,’ said Bob Sawyer complacently. ‘Camphor-julep and water three + times a day, and composing draught at night.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know how to begin, Mr. Sawyer,’ said the old lady. ‘It is so very - painful and distressing.’ + ‘I don’t know how to begin, Mr. Sawyer,’ said the old lady. ‘It is so very + painful and distressing.’ </p> <p> - ‘You need not begin, ma’am,’ rejoined Mr. Bob Sawyer. ‘I can anticipate - all you would say. The head is in fault.’ + ‘You need not begin, ma’am,’ rejoined Mr. Bob Sawyer. ‘I can anticipate + all you would say. The head is in fault.’ </p> <p> - ‘I should be very sorry to think it was the heart,’ said the old lady, + ‘I should be very sorry to think it was the heart,’ said the old lady, with a slight groan. </p> <p> - ‘Not the slightest danger of that, ma’am,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘The - stomach is the primary cause.’ + ‘Not the slightest danger of that, ma’am,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘The + stomach is the primary cause.’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Sawyer!’ exclaimed the old lady, starting. + ‘Mr. Sawyer!’ exclaimed the old lady, starting. </p> <p> - ‘Not the least doubt of it, ma’am,’ rejoined Bob, looking wondrous wise. - ‘Medicine, in time, my dear ma’am, would have prevented it all.’ + ‘Not the least doubt of it, ma’am,’ rejoined Bob, looking wondrous wise. + ‘Medicine, in time, my dear ma’am, would have prevented it all.’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Sawyer,’ said the old lady, more flurried than before, ‘this conduct + ‘Mr. Sawyer,’ said the old lady, more flurried than before, ‘this conduct is either great impertinence to one in my situation, Sir, or it arises from your not understanding the object of my visit. If it had been in the power of medicine, or any foresight I could have used, to prevent what has occurred, I should certainly have done so. I had better see my nephew at - once,’ said the old lady, twirling her reticule indignantly, and rising as + once,’ said the old lady, twirling her reticule indignantly, and rising as she spoke. </p> <p> - ‘Stop a moment, ma’am,’ said Bob Sawyer; ‘I’m afraid I have not understood - you. What <i>is</i> the matter, ma’am?’ + ‘Stop a moment, ma’am,’ said Bob Sawyer; ‘I’m afraid I have not understood + you. What <i>is</i> the matter, ma’am?’ </p> <p> - ‘My niece, Mr. Sawyer,’ said the old lady: ‘your friend’s sister.’ + ‘My niece, Mr. Sawyer,’ said the old lady: ‘your friend’s sister.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, ma’am,’ said Bob, all impatience; for the old lady, although much + ‘Yes, ma’am,’ said Bob, all impatience; for the old lady, although much agitated, spoke with the most tantalising deliberation, as old ladies - often do. ‘Yes, ma’am.’ + often do. ‘Yes, ma’am.’ </p> <p> - ‘Left my home, Mr. Sawyer, three days ago, on a pretended visit to my + ‘Left my home, Mr. Sawyer, three days ago, on a pretended visit to my sister, another aunt of hers, who keeps the large boarding-school, just beyond the third mile-stone, where there is a very large laburnum-tree and - an oak gate,’ said the old lady, stopping in this place to dry her eyes. + an oak gate,’ said the old lady, stopping in this place to dry her eyes. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, devil take the laburnum-tree, ma’am!’ said Bob, quite forgetting his - professional dignity in his anxiety. ‘Get on a little faster; put a little - more steam on, ma’am, pray.’ + ‘Oh, devil take the laburnum-tree, ma’am!’ said Bob, quite forgetting his + professional dignity in his anxiety. ‘Get on a little faster; put a little + more steam on, ma’am, pray.’ </p> <p> - ‘This morning,’ said the old lady slowly—‘this morning, she—’ + ‘This morning,’ said the old lady slowly—‘this morning, she—’ </p> <p> - ‘She came back, ma’am, I suppose,’ said Bob, with great animation. ‘Did - she come back?’ + ‘She came back, ma’am, I suppose,’ said Bob, with great animation. ‘Did + she come back?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, she did not; she wrote,’ replied the old lady. + ‘No, she did not; she wrote,’ replied the old lady. </p> <p> - ‘What did she say?’ inquired Bob eagerly. + ‘What did she say?’ inquired Bob eagerly. </p> <p> - ‘She said, Mr. Sawyer,’ replied the old lady—‘and it is this I want - to prepare Benjamin’s mind for, gently and by degrees; she said that she - was—I have got the letter in my pocket, Mr. Sawyer, but my glasses + ‘She said, Mr. Sawyer,’ replied the old lady—‘and it is this I want + to prepare Benjamin’s mind for, gently and by degrees; she said that she + was—I have got the letter in my pocket, Mr. Sawyer, but my glasses are in the carriage, and I should only waste your time if I attempted to point out the passage to you, without them; she said, in short, Mr. - Sawyer, that she was married.’ + Sawyer, that she was married.’ </p> <p> - What!’ said, or rather shouted, Mr. Bob Sawyer. + What!’ said, or rather shouted, Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘Married,’ repeated the old lady. + ‘Married,’ repeated the old lady. </p> <p> Mr. Bob Sawyer stopped to hear no more; but darting from the surgery into - the outer shop, cried in a stentorian voice, ‘Ben, my boy, she’s bolted!’ + the outer shop, cried in a stentorian voice, ‘Ben, my boy, she’s bolted!’ </p> <p> Mr. Ben Allen, who had been slumbering behind the counter, with his head @@ -37683,7 +37615,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Pickwick and Mr. Samuel Weller. </p> <p> - The impression at once produced on Mr. Weller’s mind by what he saw, was, + The impression at once produced on Mr. Weller’s mind by what he saw, was, that Mr. Martin was hired by the establishment of Sawyer, late Nockemorf, to take strong medicine, or to go into fits and be experimentalised upon, or to swallow poison now and then with the view of testing the efficacy of @@ -37697,46 +37629,46 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> This roused Mr. Bob Sawyer, who had been hitherto quite paralysed by the - frenzy of his companion. With that gentleman’s assistance, Mr. Pickwick + frenzy of his companion. With that gentleman’s assistance, Mr. Pickwick raised Ben Allen to his feet. Mr. Martin finding himself alone on the floor, got up, and looked about him. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Allen,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘what is the matter, Sir?’ + ‘Mr. Allen,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘what is the matter, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Never mind, Sir!’ replied Mr. Allen, with haughty defiance. + ‘Never mind, Sir!’ replied Mr. Allen, with haughty defiance. </p> <p> - ‘What is it?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, looking at Bob Sawyer. ‘Is he - unwell?’ + ‘What is it?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, looking at Bob Sawyer. ‘Is he + unwell?’ </p> <p> Before Bob could reply, Mr. Ben Allen seized Mr. Pickwick by the hand, and - murmured, in sorrowful accents, ‘My sister, my dear Sir; my sister.’ + murmured, in sorrowful accents, ‘My sister, my dear Sir; my sister.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, is that all!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘We shall easily arrange that + ‘Oh, is that all!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘We shall easily arrange that matter, I hope. Your sister is safe and well, and I am here, my dear Sir, - to—’ + to—’ </p> <p> - ‘Sorry to do anythin’ as may cause an interruption to such wery pleasant - proceedin’s, as the king said wen he dissolved the parliament,’ interposed - Mr. Weller, who had been peeping through the glass door; ‘but there’s - another experiment here, sir. Here’s a wenerable old lady a—lyin’ on - the carpet waitin’ for dissection, or galwinism, or some other rewivin’ - and scientific inwention.’ + ‘Sorry to do anythin’ as may cause an interruption to such wery pleasant + proceedin’s, as the king said wen he dissolved the parliament,’ interposed + Mr. Weller, who had been peeping through the glass door; ‘but there’s + another experiment here, sir. Here’s a wenerable old lady a—lyin’ on + the carpet waitin’ for dissection, or galwinism, or some other rewivin’ + and scientific inwention.’ </p> <p> - ‘I forgot,’ exclaimed Mr. Ben Allen. ‘It is my aunt.’ + ‘I forgot,’ exclaimed Mr. Ben Allen. ‘It is my aunt.’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Poor lady! Gently Sam, gently.’ + ‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Poor lady! Gently Sam, gently.’ </p> <p> - ‘Strange sitivation for one o’ the family,’ observed Sam Weller, hoisting - the aunt into a chair. ‘Now depitty sawbones, bring out the wollatilly!’ + ‘Strange sitivation for one o’ the family,’ observed Sam Weller, hoisting + the aunt into a chair. ‘Now depitty sawbones, bring out the wollatilly!’ </p> <p> The latter observation was addressed to the boy in gray, who, having @@ -37749,7 +37681,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger when he had been so alarmingly interrupted. </p> <p> - ‘We are all friends here, I presume?’ said Mr. Pickwick, clearing his + ‘We are all friends here, I presume?’ said Mr. Pickwick, clearing his voice, and looking towards the man of few words with the surly countenance, who drove the fly with the chubby horse. </p> @@ -37760,32 +37692,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Mr. Pickwick that he might speak without reserve. </p> <p> - ‘Your sister, my dear Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, turning to Benjamin Allen, - ‘is in London; well and happy.’ + ‘Your sister, my dear Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, turning to Benjamin Allen, + ‘is in London; well and happy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Her happiness is no object to me, sir,’ said Benjamin Allen, with a + ‘Her happiness is no object to me, sir,’ said Benjamin Allen, with a flourish of the hand. </p> <p> - ‘Her husband <i>is</i> an object to <i>me</i>, Sir,’ said Bob Sawyer. ‘He - shall be an object to me, sir, at twelve paces, and a pretty object I’ll - make of him, sir—a mean-spirited scoundrel!’ This, as it stood, was + ‘Her husband <i>is</i> an object to <i>me</i>, Sir,’ said Bob Sawyer. ‘He + shall be an object to me, sir, at twelve paces, and a pretty object I’ll + make of him, sir—a mean-spirited scoundrel!’ This, as it stood, was a very pretty denunciation, and magnanimous withal; but Mr. Bob Sawyer rather weakened its effect, by winding up with some general observations concerning the punching of heads and knocking out of eyes, which were commonplace by comparison. </p> <p> - ‘Stay, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘before you apply those epithets to the + ‘Stay, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘before you apply those epithets to the gentleman in question, consider, dispassionately, the extent of his fault, - and above all remember that he is a friend of mine.’ + and above all remember that he is a friend of mine.’ </p> <p> - ‘What!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer. ‘His name!’ cried Ben Allen. ‘His name!’ + ‘What!’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer. ‘His name!’ cried Ben Allen. ‘His name!’ </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Nathaniel Winkle,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Mr. Nathaniel Winkle,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Mr. Benjamin Allen deliberately crushed his spectacles beneath the heel of @@ -37794,111 +37726,111 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger threatening manner at the bland features of Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Then it’s you, is it, Sir, who have encouraged and brought about this - match?’ inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen at length. + ‘Then it’s you, is it, Sir, who have encouraged and brought about this + match?’ inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen at length. </p> <p> - ‘And it’s this gentleman’s servant, I suppose,’ interrupted the old lady, - ‘who has been skulking about my house, and endeavouring to entrap my - servants to conspire against their mistress.—Martin!’ + ‘And it’s this gentleman’s servant, I suppose,’ interrupted the old lady, + ‘who has been skulking about my house, and endeavouring to entrap my + servants to conspire against their mistress.—Martin!’ </p> <p> - ‘Well?’ said the surly man, coming forward. + ‘Well?’ said the surly man, coming forward. </p> <p> - ‘Is that the young man you saw in the lane, whom you told me about, this - morning?’ + ‘Is that the young man you saw in the lane, whom you told me about, this + morning?’ </p> <p> Mr. Martin, who, as it has already appeared, was a man of few words, - looked at Sam Weller, nodded his head, and growled forth, ‘That’s the - man.’ Mr. Weller, who was never proud, gave a smile of friendly + looked at Sam Weller, nodded his head, and growled forth, ‘That’s the + man.’ Mr. Weller, who was never proud, gave a smile of friendly recognition as his eyes encountered those of the surly groom, and admitted - in courteous terms, that he had ‘knowed him afore.’ + in courteous terms, that he had ‘knowed him afore.’ </p> <p> - ‘And this is the faithful creature,’ exclaimed Mr. Ben Allen, ‘whom I had - nearly suffocated!—Mr. Pickwick, how dare you allow your fellow to + ‘And this is the faithful creature,’ exclaimed Mr. Ben Allen, ‘whom I had + nearly suffocated!—Mr. Pickwick, how dare you allow your fellow to be employed in the abduction of my sister? I demand that you explain this - matter, sir.’ + matter, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Explain it, sir!’ cried Bob Sawyer fiercely. + ‘Explain it, sir!’ cried Bob Sawyer fiercely. </p> <p> - ‘It’s a conspiracy,’ said Ben Allen. + ‘It’s a conspiracy,’ said Ben Allen. </p> <p> - ‘A regular plant,’ added Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘A regular plant,’ added Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘A disgraceful imposition,’ observed the old lady. + ‘A disgraceful imposition,’ observed the old lady. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing but a do,’ remarked Martin. + ‘Nothing but a do,’ remarked Martin. </p> <p> - ‘Pray hear me,’ urged Mr. Pickwick, as Mr. Ben Allen fell into a chair - that patients were bled in, and gave way to his pocket-handkerchief. ‘I + ‘Pray hear me,’ urged Mr. Pickwick, as Mr. Ben Allen fell into a chair + that patients were bled in, and gave way to his pocket-handkerchief. ‘I have rendered no assistance in this matter, beyond being present at one interview between the young people which I could not prevent, and from which I conceived my presence would remove any slight colouring of impropriety that it might otherwise have had; this is the whole share I have had in the transaction, and I had no suspicion that an immediate - marriage was even contemplated. Though, mind,’ added Mr. Pickwick, hastily - checking himself—‘mind, I do not say I should have prevented it, if - I had known that it was intended.’ + marriage was even contemplated. Though, mind,’ added Mr. Pickwick, hastily + checking himself—‘mind, I do not say I should have prevented it, if + I had known that it was intended.’ </p> <p> - ‘You hear that, all of you; you hear that?’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. + ‘You hear that, all of you; you hear that?’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> - ‘I hope they do,’ mildly observed Mr. Pickwick, looking round, ‘and,’ - added that gentleman, his colour mounting as he spoke, ‘I hope they hear + ‘I hope they do,’ mildly observed Mr. Pickwick, looking round, ‘and,’ + added that gentleman, his colour mounting as he spoke, ‘I hope they hear this, Sir, also. That from what has been stated to me, sir, I assert that - you were by no means justified in attempting to force your sister’s + you were by no means justified in attempting to force your sister’s inclinations as you did, and that you should rather have endeavoured by your kindness and forbearance to have supplied the place of other nearer relations whom she had never known, from a child. As regards my young friend, I must beg to add, that in every point of worldly advantage he is, at least, on an equal footing with yourself, if not on a much better one, and that unless I hear this question discussed with becoming temper and - moderation, I decline hearing any more said upon the subject.’ + moderation, I decline hearing any more said upon the subject.’ </p> <p> - ‘I wish to make a wery few remarks in addition to wot has been put for’ard - by the honourable gen’l’m’n as has jist give over,’ said Mr. Weller, - stepping forth, ‘wich is this here: a indiwidual in company has called me - a feller.’ + ‘I wish to make a wery few remarks in addition to wot has been put for’ard + by the honourable gen’l’m’n as has jist give over,’ said Mr. Weller, + stepping forth, ‘wich is this here: a indiwidual in company has called me + a feller.’ </p> <p> - ‘That has nothing whatever to do with the matter, Sam,’ interposed Mr. - Pickwick. ‘Pray hold your tongue.’ + ‘That has nothing whatever to do with the matter, Sam,’ interposed Mr. + Pickwick. ‘Pray hold your tongue.’ </p> <p> - ‘I ain’t a-goin’ to say nothin’ on that ‘ere pint, sir,’ replied Sam, ‘but - merely this here. P’raps that gen’l’m’n may think as there wos a priory - ‘tachment; but there worn’t nothin’ o’ the sort, for the young lady said - in the wery beginnin’ o’ the keepin’ company, that she couldn’t abide him. - Nobody’s cut him out, and it ‘ud ha’ been jist the wery same for him if - the young lady had never seen Mr. Vinkle. That’s what I wished to say, - sir, and I hope I’ve now made that ‘ere gen’l’m’n’s mind easy. + ‘I ain’t a-goin’ to say nothin’ on that ‘ere pint, sir,’ replied Sam, ‘but + merely this here. P’raps that gen’l’m’n may think as there wos a priory + ‘tachment; but there worn’t nothin’ o’ the sort, for the young lady said + in the wery beginnin’ o’ the keepin’ company, that she couldn’t abide him. + Nobody’s cut him out, and it ‘ud ha’ been jist the wery same for him if + the young lady had never seen Mr. Vinkle. That’s what I wished to say, + sir, and I hope I’ve now made that ‘ere gen’l’m’n’s mind easy. </p> <p> A short pause followed these consolatory remarks of Mr. Weller. Then Mr. Ben Allen rising from his chair, protested that he would never see - Arabella’s face again; while Mr. Bob Sawyer, despite Sam’s flattering + Arabella’s face again; while Mr. Bob Sawyer, despite Sam’s flattering assurance, vowed dreadful vengeance on the happy bridegroom. </p> <p> But, just when matters were at their height, and threatening to remain so, Mr. Pickwick found a powerful assistant in the old lady, who, evidently - much struck by the mode in which he had advocated her niece’s cause, + much struck by the mode in which he had advocated her niece’s cause, ventured to approach Mr. Benjamin Allen with a few comforting reflections, of which the chief were, that after all, perhaps, it was well it was no worse; the least said the soonest mended, and upon her word she did not - know that it was so very bad after all; what was over couldn’t be begun, - and what couldn’t be cured must be endured; with various other assurances + know that it was so very bad after all; what was over couldn’t be begun, + and what couldn’t be cured must be endured; with various other assurances of the like novel and strengthening description. To all of these, Mr. Benjamin Allen replied that he meant no disrespect to his aunt, or anybody there, but if it were all the same to them, and they would allow him to @@ -37911,7 +37843,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to know what she had done that no respect was to be paid to her years or station, and that she should be obliged to beg and pray, in that way, of her own nephew, whom she remembered about five-and-twenty years before he - was born, and whom she had known, personally, when he hadn’t a tooth in + was born, and whom she had known, personally, when he hadn’t a tooth in his head; to say nothing of her presence on the first occasion of his having his hair cut, and assistance at numerous other times and ceremonies during his babyhood, of sufficient importance to found a claim upon his @@ -37935,44 +37867,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Martin condescended to smile. </p> <p> - ‘And now,’ said Bob Sawyer, rubbing his hands, ‘we’ll have a jolly night.’ + ‘And now,’ said Bob Sawyer, rubbing his hands, ‘we’ll have a jolly night.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am sorry,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that I must return to my inn. I have not + ‘I am sorry,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that I must return to my inn. I have not been accustomed to fatigue lately, and my journey has tired me - exceedingly.’ + exceedingly.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’ll take some tea, Mr. Pickwick?’ said the old lady, with irresistible + ‘You’ll take some tea, Mr. Pickwick?’ said the old lady, with irresistible sweetness. </p> <p> - ‘Thank you, I would rather not,’ replied that gentleman. The truth is, - that the old lady’s evidently increasing admiration was Mr. Pickwick’s + ‘Thank you, I would rather not,’ replied that gentleman. The truth is, + that the old lady’s evidently increasing admiration was Mr. Pickwick’s principal inducement for going away. He thought of Mrs. Bardell; and every - glance of the old lady’s eyes threw him into a cold perspiration. + glance of the old lady’s eyes threw him into a cold perspiration. </p> <p> As Mr. Pickwick could by no means be prevailed upon to stay, it was arranged at once, on his own proposition, that Mr. Benjamin Allen should - accompany him on his journey to the elder Mr. Winkle’s, and that the coach - should be at the door, at nine o’clock next morning. He then took his + accompany him on his journey to the elder Mr. Winkle’s, and that the coach + should be at the door, at nine o’clock next morning. He then took his leave, and, followed by Samuel Weller, repaired to the Bush. It is worthy - of remark, that Mr. Martin’s face was horribly convulsed as he shook hands + of remark, that Mr. Martin’s face was horribly convulsed as he shook hands with Sam at parting, and that he gave vent to a smile and an oath simultaneously; from which tokens it has been inferred by those who were - best acquainted with that gentleman’s peculiarities, that he expressed - himself much pleased with Mr. Weller’s society, and requested the honour + best acquainted with that gentleman’s peculiarities, that he expressed + himself much pleased with Mr. Weller’s society, and requested the honour of his further acquaintance. </p> <p> - ‘Shall I order a private room, Sir?’ inquired Sam, when they reached the + ‘Shall I order a private room, Sir?’ inquired Sam, when they reached the Bush. </p> <p> - ‘Why, no, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘as I dined in the coffee-room, and + ‘Why, no, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘as I dined in the coffee-room, and shall go to bed soon, it is hardly worth while. See who there is in the - travellers’ room, Sam.’ + travellers’ room, Sam.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller departed on his errand, and presently returned to say that @@ -37980,13 +37912,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger drinking a bowl of bishop together. </p> <p> - ‘I will join them,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I will join them,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘He’s a queer customer, the vun-eyed vun, sir,’ observed Mr. Weller, as he - led the way. ‘He’s a-gammonin’ that ‘ere landlord, he is, sir, till he - don’t rightly know wether he’s a-standing on the soles of his boots or the - crown of his hat.’ + ‘He’s a queer customer, the vun-eyed vun, sir,’ observed Mr. Weller, as he + led the way. ‘He’s a-gammonin’ that ‘ere landlord, he is, sir, till he + don’t rightly know wether he’s a-standing on the soles of his boots or the + crown of his hat.’ </p> <p> The individual to whom this observation referred, was sitting at the upper @@ -37994,65 +37926,65 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger pipe, with his eye intently fixed on the round face of the landlord; a jolly-looking old personage, to whom he had recently been relating some tale of wonder, as was testified by sundry disjointed exclamations of, - ‘Well, I wouldn’t have believed it! The strangest thing I ever heard! - Couldn’t have supposed it possible!’ and other expressions of astonishment + ‘Well, I wouldn’t have believed it! The strangest thing I ever heard! + Couldn’t have supposed it possible!’ and other expressions of astonishment which burst spontaneously from his lips, as he returned the fixed gaze of the one-eyed man. </p> <p> - ‘Servant, sir,’ said the one-eyed man to Mr. Pickwick. ‘Fine night, sir.’ + ‘Servant, sir,’ said the one-eyed man to Mr. Pickwick. ‘Fine night, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very much so indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, as the waiter placed a small + ‘Very much so indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, as the waiter placed a small decanter of brandy, and some hot water before him. </p> <p> While Mr. Pickwick was mixing his brandy-and-water, the one-eyed man - looked round at him earnestly, from time to time, and at length said— + looked round at him earnestly, from time to time, and at length said— </p> <p> - ‘I think I’ve seen you before.’ + ‘I think I’ve seen you before.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t recollect you,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I don’t recollect you,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I dare say not,’ said the one-eyed man. ‘You didn’t know me, but I knew + ‘I dare say not,’ said the one-eyed man. ‘You didn’t know me, but I knew two friends of yours that were stopping at the Peacock at Eatanswill, at - the time of the election.’ + the time of the election.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, indeed!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Oh, indeed!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ rejoined the one-eyed man. ‘I mentioned a little circumstance to - them about a friend of mine of the name of Tom Smart. Perhaps you’ve heard - them speak of it.’ + ‘Yes,’ rejoined the one-eyed man. ‘I mentioned a little circumstance to + them about a friend of mine of the name of Tom Smart. Perhaps you’ve heard + them speak of it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Often,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling. ‘He was your uncle, I think?’ + ‘Often,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling. ‘He was your uncle, I think?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no; only a friend of my uncle’s,’ replied the one-eyed man. + ‘No, no; only a friend of my uncle’s,’ replied the one-eyed man. </p> <p> - ‘He was a wonderful man, that uncle of yours, though,’ remarked the + ‘He was a wonderful man, that uncle of yours, though,’ remarked the landlord shaking his head. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I think he was; I think I may say he was,’ answered the one-eyed - man. ‘I could tell you a story about that same uncle, gentlemen, that - would rather surprise you.’ + ‘Well, I think he was; I think I may say he was,’ answered the one-eyed + man. ‘I could tell you a story about that same uncle, gentlemen, that + would rather surprise you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Could you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Let us hear it, by all means.’ + ‘Could you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Let us hear it, by all means.’ </p> <p> The one-eyed bagman ladled out a glass of negus from the bowl, and drank it; smoked a long whiff out of the Dutch pipe; and then, calling to Sam - Weller who was lingering near the door, that he needn’t go away unless he + Weller who was lingering near the door, that he needn’t go away unless he wanted to, because the story was no secret, fixed his eye upon the - landlord’s, and proceeded, in the words of the next chapter. + landlord’s, and proceeded, in the words of the next chapter. </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0049" id="link2HCH0049"> @@ -38062,13 +37994,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER XLIX. CONTAINING THE STORY OF THE BAGMAN’S UNCLE + CHAPTER XLIX. CONTAINING THE STORY OF THE BAGMAN’S UNCLE </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>y uncle, - gentlemen,’ said the bagman, ‘was one of the merriest, pleasantest, + gentlemen,’ said the bagman, ‘was one of the merriest, pleasantest, cleverest fellows, that ever lived. I wish you had known him, gentlemen. - On second thoughts, gentlemen, I don’t wish you had known him, for if you + On second thoughts, gentlemen, I don’t wish you had known him, for if you had, you would have been all, by this time, in the ordinary course of nature, if not dead, at all events so near it, as to have taken to stopping at home and giving up company, which would have deprived me of @@ -38078,10 +38010,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger would. If any two of his numerous virtues predominated over the many that adorned his character, I should say they were his mixed punch and his after-supper song. Excuse my dwelling on these melancholy recollections of - departed worth; you won’t see a man like my uncle every day in the week. + departed worth; you won’t see a man like my uncle every day in the week. </p> <p> - ‘I have always considered it a great point in my uncle’s character, + ‘I have always considered it a great point in my uncle’s character, gentlemen, that he was the intimate friend and companion of Tom Smart, of the great house of Bilson and Slum, Cateaton Street, City. My uncle collected for Tiggin and Welps, but for a long time he went pretty near @@ -38090,25 +38022,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger new hat before they had known each other half an hour, who should brew the best quart of punch and drink it the quickest. My uncle was judged to have won the making, but Tom Smart beat him in the drinking by about half a - salt-spoonful. They took another quart apiece to drink each other’s health - in, and were staunch friends ever afterwards. There’s a destiny in these - things, gentlemen; we can’t help it. + salt-spoonful. They took another quart apiece to drink each other’s health + in, and were staunch friends ever afterwards. There’s a destiny in these + things, gentlemen; we can’t help it. </p> <p> - ‘In personal appearance, my uncle was a trifle shorter than the middle + ‘In personal appearance, my uncle was a trifle shorter than the middle size; he was a thought stouter too, than the ordinary run of people, and perhaps his face might be a shade redder. He had the jolliest face you ever saw, gentleman: something like Punch, with a handsome nose and chin; - his eyes were always twinkling and sparkling with good-humour; and a smile—not + his eyes were always twinkling and sparkling with good-humour; and a smile—not one of your unmeaning wooden grins, but a real, merry, hearty, - good-tempered smile—was perpetually on his countenance. He was + good-tempered smile—was perpetually on his countenance. He was pitched out of his gig once, and knocked, head first, against a milestone. There he lay, stunned, and so cut about the face with some gravel which - had been heaped up alongside it, that, to use my uncle’s own strong - expression, if his mother could have revisited the earth, she wouldn’t + had been heaped up alongside it, that, to use my uncle’s own strong + expression, if his mother could have revisited the earth, she wouldn’t have known him. Indeed, when I come to think of the matter, gentlemen, I - feel pretty sure she wouldn’t, for she died when my uncle was two years - and seven months old, and I think it’s very likely that, even without the + feel pretty sure she wouldn’t, for she died when my uncle was two years + and seven months old, and I think it’s very likely that, even without the gravel, his top-boots would have puzzled the good lady not a little; to say nothing of his jolly red face. However, there he lay, and I have heard my uncle say, many a time, that the man said who picked him up that he was @@ -38120,14 +38052,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger found that, taken without vinegar, they relished the beer. </p> <p> - ‘My uncle’s great journey was in the fall of the leaf, at which time he + ‘My uncle’s great journey was in the fall of the leaf, at which time he collected debts, and took orders, in the north; going from London to Edinburgh, from Edinburgh to Glasgow, from Glasgow back to Edinburgh, and thence to London by the smack. You are to understand that his second visit to Edinburgh was for his own pleasure. He used to go back for a week, just to look up his old friends; and what with breakfasting with this one, lunching with that, dining with the third, and supping with another, a - pretty tight week he used to make of it. I don’t know whether any of you, + pretty tight week he used to make of it. I don’t know whether any of you, gentlemen, ever partook of a real substantial hospitable Scotch breakfast, and then went out to a slight lunch of a bushel of oysters, a dozen or so of bottled ale, and a noggin or two of whiskey to close up with. If you @@ -38135,8 +38067,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger go out to dinner and supper afterwards. </p> <p> - ‘But bless your hearts and eyebrows, all this sort of thing was nothing to - my uncle! He was so well seasoned, that it was mere child’s play. I have + ‘But bless your hearts and eyebrows, all this sort of thing was nothing to + my uncle! He was so well seasoned, that it was mere child’s play. I have heard him say that he could see the Dundee people out, any day, and walk home afterwards without staggering; and yet the Dundee people have as strong heads and as strong punch, gentlemen, as you are likely to meet @@ -38147,62 +38079,62 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger it. </p> <p> - ‘One night, within four-and-twenty hours of the time when he had settled + ‘One night, within four-and-twenty hours of the time when he had settled to take shipping for London, my uncle supped at the house of a very old friend of his, a Bailie Mac something and four syllables after it, who - lived in the old town of Edinburgh. There were the bailie’s wife, and the - bailie’s three daughters, and the bailie’s grown-up son, and three or four + lived in the old town of Edinburgh. There were the bailie’s wife, and the + bailie’s three daughters, and the bailie’s grown-up son, and three or four stout, bushy eye-browed, canny, old Scotch fellows, that the bailie had got together to do honour to my uncle, and help to make merry. It was a glorious supper. There was kippered salmon, and Finnan haddocks, and a - lamb’s head, and a haggis—a celebrated Scotch dish, gentlemen, which + lamb’s head, and a haggis—a celebrated Scotch dish, gentlemen, which my uncle used to say always looked to him, when it came to table, very - much like a Cupid’s stomach—and a great many other things besides, + much like a Cupid’s stomach—and a great many other things besides, that I forget the names of, but very good things, notwithstanding. The - lassies were pretty and agreeable; the bailie’s wife was one of the best + lassies were pretty and agreeable; the bailie’s wife was one of the best creatures that ever lived; and my uncle was in thoroughly good cue. The consequence of which was, that the young ladies tittered and giggled, and the old lady laughed out loud, and the bailie and the other old fellows - roared till they were red in the face, the whole mortal time. I don’t + roared till they were red in the face, the whole mortal time. I don’t quite recollect how many tumblers of whiskey-toddy each man drank after - supper; but this I know, that about one o’clock in the morning, the - bailie’s grown-up son became insensible while attempting the first verse - of “Willie brewed a peck o’ maut”; and he having been, for half an hour + supper; but this I know, that about one o’clock in the morning, the + bailie’s grown-up son became insensible while attempting the first verse + of “Willie brewed a peck o’ maut”; and he having been, for half an hour before, the only other man visible above the mahogany, it occurred to my uncle that it was almost time to think about going, especially as drinking - had set in at seven o’clock, in order that he might get home at a decent + had set in at seven o’clock, in order that he might get home at a decent hour. But, thinking it might not be quite polite to go just then, my uncle voted himself into the chair, mixed another glass, rose to propose his own health, addressed himself in a neat and complimentary speech, and drank the toast with great enthusiasm. Still nobody woke; so my uncle took a - little drop more—neat this time, to prevent the toddy from - disagreeing with him—and, laying violent hands on his hat, sallied + little drop more—neat this time, to prevent the toddy from + disagreeing with him—and, laying violent hands on his hat, sallied forth into the street. </p> <p> - ‘It was a wild, gusty night when my uncle closed the bailie’s door, and + ‘It was a wild, gusty night when my uncle closed the bailie’s door, and settling his hat firmly on his head to prevent the wind from taking it, thrust his hands into his pockets, and looking upward, took a short survey of the state of the weather. The clouds were drifting over the moon at their giddiest speed; at one time wholly obscuring her; at another, suffering her to burst forth in full splendour and shed her light on all the objects around; anon, driving over her again, with increased velocity, - and shrouding everything in darkness. “Really, this won’t do,” said my + and shrouding everything in darkness. “Really, this won’t do,” said my uncle, addressing himself to the weather, as if he felt himself personally - offended. “This is not at all the kind of thing for my voyage. It will not - do at any price,” said my uncle, very impressively. Having repeated this, - several times, he recovered his balance with some difficulty—for he - was rather giddy with looking up into the sky so long—and walked + offended. “This is not at all the kind of thing for my voyage. It will not + do at any price,” said my uncle, very impressively. Having repeated this, + several times, he recovered his balance with some difficulty—for he + was rather giddy with looking up into the sky so long—and walked merrily on. </p> <p> - ‘The bailie’s house was in the Canongate, and my uncle was going to the - other end of Leith Walk, rather better than a mile’s journey. On either + ‘The bailie’s house was in the Canongate, and my uncle was going to the + other end of Leith Walk, rather better than a mile’s journey. On either side of him, there shot up against the dark sky, tall, gaunt, straggling houses, with time-stained fronts, and windows that seemed to have shared the lot of eyes in mortals, and to have grown dim and sunken with age. Six, seven, eight storey high, were the houses; storey piled upon storey, - as children build with cards—throwing their dark shadows over the + as children build with cards—throwing their dark shadows over the roughly paved road, and making the dark night darker. A few oil lamps were scattered at long distances, but they only served to mark the dirty entrance to some narrow close, or to show where a common stair @@ -38214,18 +38146,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with such good-will and spirit, that the quiet honest folk started from their first sleep and lay trembling in bed till the sound died away in the distance; when, satisfying themselves that it was only some drunken - ne’er-do-weel finding his way home, they covered themselves up warm and + ne’er-do-weel finding his way home, they covered themselves up warm and fell asleep again. </p> <p> - ‘I am particular in describing how my uncle walked up the middle of the + ‘I am particular in describing how my uncle walked up the middle of the street, with his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets, gentlemen, because, as he often used to say (and with great reason too) there is nothing at all extraordinary in this story, unless you distinctly understand at the beginning, that he was not by any means of a marvellous or romantic turn. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen, my uncle walked on with his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets, + ‘Gentlemen, my uncle walked on with his thumbs in his waistcoat pockets, taking the middle of the street to himself, and singing, now a verse of a love song, and then a verse of a drinking one, and when he was tired of both, whistling melodiously, until he reached the North Bridge, which, at @@ -38236,7 +38168,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger on the other, as if they illuminated veritable castles in the air; while the old picturesque town slept heavily on, in gloom and darkness below: its palace and chapel of Holyrood, guarded day and night, as a friend of - my uncle’s used to say, by old Arthur’s Seat, towering, surly and dark, + my uncle’s used to say, by old Arthur’s Seat, towering, surly and dark, like some gruff genius, over the ancient city he has watched so long. I say, gentlemen, my uncle stopped here, for a minute, to look about him; and then, paying a compliment to the weather, which had a little cleared @@ -38248,7 +38180,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger like a lamb. </p> <p> - ‘When my uncle reached the end of Leith Walk, he had to cross a pretty + ‘When my uncle reached the end of Leith Walk, he had to cross a pretty large piece of waste ground which separated him from a short street which he had to turn down to go direct to his lodging. Now, in this piece of waste ground, there was, at that time, an enclosure belonging to some @@ -38256,7 +38188,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger worn-out mail coaches; and my uncle, being very fond of coaches, old, young, or middle-aged, all at once took it into his head to step out of his road for no other purpose than to peep between the palings at these - mails—about a dozen of which he remembered to have seen, crowded + mails—about a dozen of which he remembered to have seen, crowded together in a very forlorn and dismantled state, inside. My uncle was a very enthusiastic, emphatic sort of person, gentlemen; so, finding that he could not obtain a good peep between the palings he got over them, and @@ -38264,9 +38196,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger mail coaches with a deal of gravity. </p> <p> - ‘There might be a dozen of them, or there might be more—my uncle was + ‘There might be a dozen of them, or there might be more—my uncle was never quite certain on this point, and being a man of very scrupulous - veracity about numbers, didn’t like to say—but there they stood, all + veracity about numbers, didn’t like to say—but there they stood, all huddled together in the most desolate condition imaginable. The doors had been torn from their hinges and removed; the linings had been stripped off, only a shred hanging here and there by a rusty nail; the lamps were @@ -38278,7 +38210,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger night, they looked chill and dismal. </p> <p> - ‘My uncle rested his head upon his hands, and thought of the busy, + ‘My uncle rested his head upon his hands, and thought of the busy, bustling people who had rattled about, years before, in the old coaches, and were now as silent and changed; he thought of the numbers of people to whom one of these crazy, mouldering vehicles had borne, night after night, @@ -38286,28 +38218,28 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger intelligence, the eagerly looked-for remittance, the promised assurance of health and safety, the sudden announcement of sickness and death. The merchant, the lover, the wife, the widow, the mother, the school-boy, the - very child who tottered to the door at the postman’s knock—how had + very child who tottered to the door at the postman’s knock—how had they all looked forward to the arrival of the old coach. And where were they all now? </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen, my uncle used to <i>say </i>that he thought all this at the + ‘Gentlemen, my uncle used to <i>say </i>that he thought all this at the time, but I rather suspect he learned it out of some book afterwards, for he distinctly stated that he fell into a kind of doze, as he sat on the old axle-tree looking at the decayed mail coaches, and that he was suddenly awakened by some deep church bell striking two. Now, my uncle was never a fast thinker, and if he had thought all these things, I am quite - certain it would have taken him till full half-past two o’clock at the + certain it would have taken him till full half-past two o’clock at the very least. I am, therefore, decidedly of opinion, gentlemen, that my uncle fell into a kind of doze, without having thought about anything at all. </p> <p> - ‘Be this as it may, a church bell struck two. My uncle woke, rubbed his + ‘Be this as it may, a church bell struck two. My uncle woke, rubbed his eyes, and jumped up in astonishment. </p> <p> - ‘In one instant, after the clock struck two, the whole of this deserted + ‘In one instant, after the clock struck two, the whole of this deserted and quiet spot had become a scene of most extraordinary life and animation. The mail coach doors were on their hinges, the lining was replaced, the ironwork was as good as new, the paint was restored, the @@ -38319,20 +38251,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger short, it was perfectly clear that every mail there, was to be off directly. Gentlemen, my uncle opened his eyes so wide at all this, that, to the very last moment of his life, he used to wonder how it fell out - that he had ever been able to shut ‘em again. + that he had ever been able to shut ‘em again. </p> <p> - ‘“Now then!” said a voice, as my uncle felt a hand on his shoulder, - “you’re booked for one inside. You’d better get in.” + ‘“Now then!” said a voice, as my uncle felt a hand on his shoulder, + “you’re booked for one inside. You’d better get in.” </p> <p> - ‘“I booked!” said my uncle, turning round. + ‘“I booked!” said my uncle, turning round. </p> <p> - ‘“Yes, certainly.” + ‘“Yes, certainly.” </p> <p> - ‘My uncle, gentlemen, could say nothing, he was so very much astonished. + ‘My uncle, gentlemen, could say nothing, he was so very much astonished. The queerest thing of all was that although there was such a crowd of persons, and although fresh faces were pouring in, every moment, there was no telling where they came from. They seemed to start up, in some strange @@ -38342,7 +38274,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger become of him, half a dozen fresh ones started up, and staggered along under the weight of parcels, which seemed big enough to crush them. The passengers were all dressed so oddly too! Large, broad-skirted laced - coats, with great cuffs and no collars; and wigs, gentlemen—great + coats, with great cuffs and no collars; and wigs, gentlemen—great formal wigs with a tie behind. My uncle could make nothing of it. </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> @@ -38352,44 +38284,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/20384.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘“Now, are you going to get in?” said the person who had addressed my + ‘“Now, are you going to get in?” said the person who had addressed my uncle before. He was dressed as a mail guard, with a wig on his head and most enormous cuffs to his coat, and had a lantern in one hand, and a huge blunderbuss in the other, which he was going to stow away in his little - arm-chest. “<i>are </i>you going to get in, Jack Martin?” said the guard, - holding the lantern to my uncle’s face. + arm-chest. “<i>are </i>you going to get in, Jack Martin?” said the guard, + holding the lantern to my uncle’s face. </p> <p> - ‘“Hollo!” said my uncle, falling back a step or two. “That’s familiar!” + ‘“Hollo!” said my uncle, falling back a step or two. “That’s familiar!” </p> <p> - ‘“It’s so on the way-bill,” said the guard. + ‘“It’s so on the way-bill,” said the guard. </p> <p> - ‘“Isn’t there a ‘Mister’ before it?” said my uncle. For he felt, - gentlemen, that for a guard he didn’t know, to call him Jack Martin, was a - liberty which the Post Office wouldn’t have sanctioned if they had known + ‘“Isn’t there a ‘Mister’ before it?” said my uncle. For he felt, + gentlemen, that for a guard he didn’t know, to call him Jack Martin, was a + liberty which the Post Office wouldn’t have sanctioned if they had known it. </p> <p> - ‘“No, there is not,” rejoined the guard coolly. + ‘“No, there is not,” rejoined the guard coolly. </p> <p> - ‘“Is the fare paid?” inquired my uncle. + ‘“Is the fare paid?” inquired my uncle. </p> <p> - ‘“Of course it is,” rejoined the guard. + ‘“Of course it is,” rejoined the guard. </p> <p> - ‘“It is, is it?” said my uncle. “Then here goes! Which coach?” + ‘“It is, is it?” said my uncle. “Then here goes! Which coach?” </p> <p> - ‘“This,” said the guard, pointing to an old-fashioned Edinburgh and London - mail, which had the steps down and the door open. “Stop! Here are the - other passengers. Let them get in first.” + ‘“This,” said the guard, pointing to an old-fashioned Edinburgh and London + mail, which had the steps down and the door open. “Stop! Here are the + other passengers. Let them get in first.” </p> <p> - ‘As the guard spoke, there all at once appeared, right in front of my + ‘As the guard spoke, there all at once appeared, right in front of my uncle, a young gentleman in a powdered wig, and a sky-blue coat trimmed with silver, made very full and broad in the skirts, which were lined with buckram. Tiggin and Welps were in the printed calico and waistcoat piece @@ -38399,7 +38331,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his head, and a long taper sword by his side. The flaps of his waist-coat came half-way down his thighs, and the ends of his cravat reached to his waist. He stalked gravely to the coach door, pulled off his hat, and held - it above his head at arm’s length, cocking his little finger in the air at + it above his head at arm’s length, cocking his little finger in the air at the same time, as some affected people do, when they take a cup of tea. Then he drew his feet together, and made a low, grave bow, and then put out his left hand. My uncle was just going to step forward, and shake it @@ -38409,14 +38341,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and stomacher. She had no bonnet on her head, gentlemen, which was muffled in a black silk hood, but she looked round for an instant as she prepared to get into the coach, and such a beautiful face as she disclosed, my - uncle had never seen—not even in a picture. She got into the coach, + uncle had never seen—not even in a picture. She got into the coach, holding up her dress with one hand; and as my uncle always said with a - round oath, when he told the story, he wouldn’t have believed it possible + round oath, when he told the story, he wouldn’t have believed it possible that legs and feet could have been brought to such a state of perfection unless he had seen them with his own eyes. </p> <p> - ‘But, in this one glimpse of the beautiful face, my uncle saw that the + ‘But, in this one glimpse of the beautiful face, my uncle saw that the young lady cast an imploring look upon him, and that she appeared terrified and distressed. He noticed, too, that the young fellow in the powdered wig, notwithstanding his show of gallantry, which was all very @@ -38427,65 +38359,65 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger himself down next to the young lady, who shrank into a corner at his approach, my uncle was confirmed in his original impression that something dark and mysterious was going forward, or, as he always said himself, that - “there was a screw loose somewhere.” It’s quite surprising how quickly he + “there was a screw loose somewhere.” It’s quite surprising how quickly he made up his mind to help the lady at any peril, if she needed any help. </p> <p> - ‘“Death and lightning!” exclaimed the young gentleman, laying his hand + ‘“Death and lightning!” exclaimed the young gentleman, laying his hand upon his sword as my uncle entered the coach. </p> <p> - ‘“Blood and thunder!” roared the other gentleman. With this, he whipped + ‘“Blood and thunder!” roared the other gentleman. With this, he whipped his sword out, and made a lunge at my uncle without further ceremony. My uncle had no weapon about him, but with great dexterity he snatched the - ill-looking gentleman’s three-cornered hat from his head, and, receiving + ill-looking gentleman’s three-cornered hat from his head, and, receiving the point of his sword right through the crown, squeezed the sides together, and held it tight. </p> <p> - ‘“Pink him behind!” cried the ill-looking gentleman to his companion, as + ‘“Pink him behind!” cried the ill-looking gentleman to his companion, as he struggled to regain his sword. </p> <p> - ‘“He had better not,” cried my uncle, displaying the heel of one of his - shoes, in a threatening manner. “I’ll kick his brains out, if he has any—, - or fracture his skull if he hasn’t.” Exerting all his strength, at this - moment, my uncle wrenched the ill-looking man’s sword from his grasp, and + ‘“He had better not,” cried my uncle, displaying the heel of one of his + shoes, in a threatening manner. “I’ll kick his brains out, if he has any—, + or fracture his skull if he hasn’t.” Exerting all his strength, at this + moment, my uncle wrenched the ill-looking man’s sword from his grasp, and flung it clean out of the coach window, upon which the younger gentleman - vociferated, “Death and lightning!” again, and laid his hand upon the hilt - of his sword, in a very fierce manner, but didn’t draw it. Perhaps, + vociferated, “Death and lightning!” again, and laid his hand upon the hilt + of his sword, in a very fierce manner, but didn’t draw it. Perhaps, gentlemen, as my uncle used to say with a smile, perhaps he was afraid of alarming the lady. </p> <p> - ‘“Now, gentlemen,” said my uncle, taking his seat deliberately, “I don’t - want to have any death, with or without lightning, in a lady’s presence, + ‘“Now, gentlemen,” said my uncle, taking his seat deliberately, “I don’t + want to have any death, with or without lightning, in a lady’s presence, and we have had quite blood and thundering enough for one journey; so, if - you please, we’ll sit in our places like quiet insides. Here, guard, pick - up that gentleman’s carving-knife.” + you please, we’ll sit in our places like quiet insides. Here, guard, pick + up that gentleman’s carving-knife.” </p> <p> - ‘As quickly as my uncle said the words, the guard appeared at the coach - window, with the gentleman’s sword in his hand. He held up his lantern, - and looked earnestly in my uncle’s face, as he handed it in, when, by its + ‘As quickly as my uncle said the words, the guard appeared at the coach + window, with the gentleman’s sword in his hand. He held up his lantern, + and looked earnestly in my uncle’s face, as he handed it in, when, by its light, my uncle saw, to his great surprise, that an immense crowd of mail-coach guards swarmed round the window, every one of whom had his eyes earnestly fixed upon him too. He had never seen such a sea of white faces, red bodies, and earnest eyes, in all his born days. </p> <p> - ‘“This is the strangest sort of thing I ever had anything to do with,” - thought my uncle; “allow me to return you your hat, sir.” + ‘“This is the strangest sort of thing I ever had anything to do with,” + thought my uncle; “allow me to return you your hat, sir.” </p> <p> - ‘The ill-looking gentleman received his three-cornered hat in silence, + ‘The ill-looking gentleman received his three-cornered hat in silence, looked at the hole in the middle with an inquiring air, and finally stuck it on the top of his wig with a solemnity the effect of which was a trifle impaired by his sneezing violently at the moment, and jerking it off again. </p> <p> - ‘“All right!” cried the guard with the lantern, mounting into his little + ‘“All right!” cried the guard with the lantern, mounting into his little seat behind. Away they went. My uncle peeped out of the coach window as they emerged from the yard, and observed that the other mails, with coachmen, guards, horses, and passengers, complete, were driving round and @@ -38495,76 +38427,76 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Post Office on the subject, the very instant he reached London. </p> <p> - ‘At present, however, his thoughts were occupied with the young lady who + ‘At present, however, his thoughts were occupied with the young lady who sat in the farthest corner of the coach, with her face muffled closely in her hood; the gentleman with the sky-blue coat sitting opposite to her; the other man in the plum-coloured suit, by her side; and both watching her intently. If she so much as rustled the folds of her hood, he could hear the ill-looking man clap his hand upon his sword, and could tell by - the other’s breathing (it was so dark he couldn’t see his face) that he + the other’s breathing (it was so dark he couldn’t see his face) that he was looking as big as if he were going to devour her at a mouthful. This roused my uncle more and more, and he resolved, come what might, to see the end of it. He had a great admiration for bright eyes, and sweet faces, and pretty legs and feet; in short, he was fond of the whole sex. It runs - in our family, gentleman—so am I. + in our family, gentleman—so am I. </p> <p> - ‘Many were the devices which my uncle practised, to attract the lady’s + ‘Many were the devices which my uncle practised, to attract the lady’s attention, or at all events, to engage the mysterious gentlemen in - conversation. They were all in vain; the gentlemen wouldn’t talk, and the - lady didn’t dare. He thrust his head out of the coach window at intervals, - and bawled out to know why they didn’t go faster. But he called till he + conversation. They were all in vain; the gentlemen wouldn’t talk, and the + lady didn’t dare. He thrust his head out of the coach window at intervals, + and bawled out to know why they didn’t go faster. But he called till he was hoarse; nobody paid the least attention to him. He leaned back in the coach, and thought of the beautiful face, and the feet and legs. This answered better; it whiled away the time, and kept him from wondering where he was going, and how it was that he found himself in such an odd - situation. Not that this would have worried him much, anyway—he was + situation. Not that this would have worried him much, anyway—he was a mighty free and easy, roving, devil-may-care sort of person, was my uncle, gentlemen. </p> <p> - ‘All of a sudden the coach stopped. “Hollo!” said my uncle, “what’s in the - wind now?” + ‘All of a sudden the coach stopped. “Hollo!” said my uncle, “what’s in the + wind now?” </p> <p> - ‘“Alight here,” said the guard, letting down the steps. + ‘“Alight here,” said the guard, letting down the steps. </p> <p> - ‘“Here!” cried my uncle. + ‘“Here!” cried my uncle. </p> <p> - ‘“Here,” rejoined the guard. + ‘“Here,” rejoined the guard. </p> <p> - ‘“I’ll do nothing of the sort,” said my uncle. + ‘“I’ll do nothing of the sort,” said my uncle. </p> <p> - ‘“Very well, then stop where you are,” said the guard. + ‘“Very well, then stop where you are,” said the guard. </p> <p> - ‘“I will,” said my uncle. + ‘“I will,” said my uncle. </p> <p> - ‘“Do,” said the guard. + ‘“Do,” said the guard. </p> <p> - ‘The passengers had regarded this colloquy with great attention, and, + ‘The passengers had regarded this colloquy with great attention, and, finding that my uncle was determined not to alight, the younger man squeezed past him, to hand the lady out. At this moment, the ill-looking man was inspecting the hole in the crown of his three-cornered hat. As the - young lady brushed past, she dropped one of her gloves into my uncle’s + young lady brushed past, she dropped one of her gloves into my uncle’s hand, and softly whispered, with her lips so close to his face that he - felt her warm breath on his nose, the single word “Help!” Gentlemen, my + felt her warm breath on his nose, the single word “Help!” Gentlemen, my uncle leaped out of the coach at once, with such violence that it rocked on the springs again. </p> <p> - ‘“Oh! you’ve thought better of it, have you?” said the guard, when he saw + ‘“Oh! you’ve thought better of it, have you?” said the guard, when he saw my uncle standing on the ground. </p> <p> - ‘My uncle looked at the guard for a few seconds, in some doubt whether it - wouldn’t be better to wrench his blunderbuss from him, fire it in the face + ‘My uncle looked at the guard for a few seconds, in some doubt whether it + wouldn’t be better to wrench his blunderbuss from him, fire it in the face of the man with the big sword, knock the rest of the company over the head with the stock, snatch up the young lady, and go off in the smoke. On second thoughts, however, he abandoned this plan, as being a shade too @@ -38574,7 +38506,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger followed. </p> <p> - ‘Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was + ‘Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most so. It looked as if it had once been a large house of entertainment; but the roof had fallen in, in many places, and the stairs were steep, rugged, and broken. There was a huge fireplace in the room @@ -38584,54 +38516,54 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and gloomy. </p> <p> - ‘“Well,” said my uncle, as he looked about him, “a mail travelling at the + ‘“Well,” said my uncle, as he looked about him, “a mail travelling at the rate of six miles and a half an hour, and stopping for an indefinite time at such a hole as this, is rather an irregular sort of proceeding, I - fancy. This shall be made known. I’ll write to the papers.” + fancy. This shall be made known. I’ll write to the papers.” </p> <p> - ‘My uncle said this in a pretty loud voice, and in an open, unreserved + ‘My uncle said this in a pretty loud voice, and in an open, unreserved sort of manner, with the view of engaging the two strangers in conversation if he could. But, neither of them took any more notice of him than whispering to each other, and scowling at him as they did so. The lady was at the farther end of the room, and once she ventured to wave her - hand, as if beseeching my uncle’s assistance. + hand, as if beseeching my uncle’s assistance. </p> <p> - ‘At length the two strangers advanced a little, and the conversation began + ‘At length the two strangers advanced a little, and the conversation began in earnest. </p> <p> - ‘“You don’t know this is a private room, I suppose, fellow?” said the + ‘“You don’t know this is a private room, I suppose, fellow?” said the gentleman in sky-blue. </p> <p> - ‘“No, I do not, fellow,” rejoined my uncle. “Only, if this is a private + ‘“No, I do not, fellow,” rejoined my uncle. “Only, if this is a private room specially ordered for the occasion, I should think the public room - must be a <i>very </i>comfortable one;” with this, my uncle sat himself + must be a <i>very </i>comfortable one;” with this, my uncle sat himself down in a high-backed chair, and took such an accurate measure of the gentleman, with his eyes, that Tiggin and Welps could have supplied him with printed calico for a suit, and not an inch too much or too little, from that estimate alone. </p> <p> - ‘“Quit this room,” said both men together, grasping their swords. + ‘“Quit this room,” said both men together, grasping their swords. </p> <p> - ‘“Eh?” said my uncle, not at all appearing to comprehend their meaning. + ‘“Eh?” said my uncle, not at all appearing to comprehend their meaning. </p> <p> - ‘“Quit the room, or you are a dead man,” said the ill-looking fellow with + ‘“Quit the room, or you are a dead man,” said the ill-looking fellow with the large sword, drawing it at the same time and flourishing it in the air. </p> <p> - ‘“Down with him!” cried the gentleman in sky-blue, drawing his sword also, - and falling back two or three yards. “Down with him!” The lady gave a loud + ‘“Down with him!” cried the gentleman in sky-blue, drawing his sword also, + and falling back two or three yards. “Down with him!” The lady gave a loud scream. </p> <p> - ‘Now, my uncle was always remarkable for great boldness, and great + ‘Now, my uncle was always remarkable for great boldness, and great presence of mind. All the time that he had appeared so indifferent to what was going on, he had been looking slily about for some missile or weapon of defence, and at the very instant when the swords were drawn, he espied, @@ -38643,9 +38575,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger upon them both, pell-mell. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen, there is an old story—none the worse for being true—regarding + ‘Gentlemen, there is an old story—none the worse for being true—regarding a fine young Irish gentleman, who being asked if he could play the fiddle, - replied he had no doubt he could, but he couldn’t exactly say, for + replied he had no doubt he could, but he couldn’t exactly say, for certain, because he had never tried. This is not inapplicable to my uncle and his fencing. He had never had a sword in his hand before, except once when he played Richard the Third at a private theatre, upon which occasion @@ -38658,7 +38590,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger that a man never knows what he can do till he tries, gentlemen. </p> <p> - ‘The noise of the combat was terrific; each of the three combatants + ‘The noise of the combat was terrific; each of the three combatants swearing like troopers, and their swords clashing with as much noise as if all the knives and steels in Newport market were rattling together, at the same time. When it was at its very height, the lady (to encourage my uncle @@ -38668,12 +38600,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger but now he began to powder away like a raving mad giant. </p> <p> - ‘At this very moment, the gentleman in sky-blue turning round, and seeing + ‘At this very moment, the gentleman in sky-blue turning round, and seeing the young lady with her face uncovered, vented an exclamation of rage and jealousy, and, turning his weapon against her beautiful bosom, pointed a thrust at her heart, which caused my uncle to utter a cry of apprehension that made the building ring. The lady stepped lightly aside, and snatching - the young man’s sword from his hand, before he had recovered his balance, + the young man’s sword from his hand, before he had recovered his balance, drove him to the wall, and running it through him, and the panelling, up to the very hilt, pinned him there, hard and fast. It was a splendid example. My uncle, with a loud shout of triumph, and a strength that was @@ -38688,48 +38620,48 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger disabled. </p> <p> - ‘“The mail, the mail!” cried the lady, running up to my uncle and throwing - her beautiful arms round his neck; “we may yet escape.” + ‘“The mail, the mail!” cried the lady, running up to my uncle and throwing + her beautiful arms round his neck; “we may yet escape.” </p> <p> - ‘“May!” cried my uncle; “why, my dear, there’s nobody else to kill, is - there?” My uncle was rather disappointed, gentlemen, for he thought a + ‘“May!” cried my uncle; “why, my dear, there’s nobody else to kill, is + there?” My uncle was rather disappointed, gentlemen, for he thought a little quiet bit of love-making would be agreeable after the slaughtering, if it were only to change the subject. </p> <p> - ‘“We have not an instant to lose here,” said the young lady. “He (pointing + ‘“We have not an instant to lose here,” said the young lady. “He (pointing to the young gentleman in sky-blue) is the only son of the powerful - Marquess of Filletoville.” + Marquess of Filletoville.” </p> <p> - ‘“Well then, my dear, I’m afraid he’ll never come to the title,” said my + ‘“Well then, my dear, I’m afraid he’ll never come to the title,” said my uncle, looking coolly at the young gentleman as he stood fixed up against - the wall, in the cockchafer fashion that I have described. “You have cut - off the entail, my love.” + the wall, in the cockchafer fashion that I have described. “You have cut + off the entail, my love.” </p> <p> - ‘“I have been torn from my home and my friends by these villains,” said - the young lady, her features glowing with indignation. “That wretch would - have married me by violence in another hour.” + ‘“I have been torn from my home and my friends by these villains,” said + the young lady, her features glowing with indignation. “That wretch would + have married me by violence in another hour.” </p> <p> - ‘“Confound his impudence!” said my uncle, bestowing a very contemptuous + ‘“Confound his impudence!” said my uncle, bestowing a very contemptuous look on the dying heir of Filletoville. </p> <p> - ‘“As you may guess from what you have seen,” said the young lady, “the + ‘“As you may guess from what you have seen,” said the young lady, “the party were prepared to murder me if I appealed to any one for assistance. If their accomplices find us here, we are lost. Two minutes hence may be - too late. The mail!” With these words, overpowered by her feelings, and + too late. The mail!” With these words, overpowered by her feelings, and the exertion of sticking the young Marquess of Filletoville, she sank into - my uncle’s arms. My uncle caught her up, and bore her to the house door. + my uncle’s arms. My uncle caught her up, and bore her to the house door. There stood the mail, with four long-tailed, flowing-maned, black horses, ready harnessed; but no coachman, no guard, no hostler even, at the - horses’ heads. + horses’ heads. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen, I hope I do no injustice to my uncle’s memory, when I express + ‘Gentlemen, I hope I do no injustice to my uncle’s memory, when I express my opinion, that although he was a bachelor, he had held some ladies in his arms before this time; I believe, indeed, that he had rather a habit of kissing barmaids; and I know, that in one or two instances, he had been @@ -38740,89 +38672,89 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger over his arm, and her beautiful dark eyes fixed themselves upon his face when she recovered, he felt so strange and nervous that his legs trembled beneath him. But who can look in a sweet, soft pair of dark eyes, without - feeling queer? I can’t, gentlemen. I am afraid to look at some eyes I - know, and that’s the truth of it. + feeling queer? I can’t, gentlemen. I am afraid to look at some eyes I + know, and that’s the truth of it. </p> <p> - ‘“You will never leave me,” murmured the young lady. + ‘“You will never leave me,” murmured the young lady. </p> <p> - ‘“Never,” said my uncle. And he meant it too. + ‘“Never,” said my uncle. And he meant it too. </p> <p> - ‘“My dear preserver!” exclaimed the young lady. “My dear, kind, brave - preserver!” + ‘“My dear preserver!” exclaimed the young lady. “My dear, kind, brave + preserver!” </p> <p> - ‘“Don’t,” said my uncle, interrupting her. + ‘“Don’t,” said my uncle, interrupting her. </p> <p> - ‘“‘Why?” inquired the young lady. + ‘“‘Why?” inquired the young lady. </p> <p> - ‘“Because your mouth looks so beautiful when you speak,” rejoined my - uncle, “that I’m afraid I shall be rude enough to kiss it.” + ‘“Because your mouth looks so beautiful when you speak,” rejoined my + uncle, “that I’m afraid I shall be rude enough to kiss it.” </p> <p> - ‘The young lady put up her hand as if to caution my uncle not to do so, - and said—No, she didn’t say anything—she smiled. When you are + ‘The young lady put up her hand as if to caution my uncle not to do so, + and said—No, she didn’t say anything—she smiled. When you are looking at a pair of the most delicious lips in the world, and see them - gently break into a roguish smile—if you are very near them, and - nobody else by—you cannot better testify your admiration of their + gently break into a roguish smile—if you are very near them, and + nobody else by—you cannot better testify your admiration of their beautiful form and colour than by kissing them at once. My uncle did so, and I honour him for it. </p> <p> - ‘“Hark!” cried the young lady, starting. “The noise of wheels, and - horses!” + ‘“Hark!” cried the young lady, starting. “The noise of wheels, and + horses!” </p> <p> - ‘“So it is,” said my uncle, listening. He had a good ear for wheels, and + ‘“So it is,” said my uncle, listening. He had a good ear for wheels, and the trampling of hoofs; but there appeared to be so many horses and carriages rattling towards them, from a distance, that it was impossible to form a guess at their number. The sound was like that of fifty brakes, with six blood cattle in each. </p> <p> - ‘“We are pursued!” cried the young lady, clasping her hands. “We are - pursued. I have no hope but in you!” + ‘“We are pursued!” cried the young lady, clasping her hands. “We are + pursued. I have no hope but in you!” </p> <p> - ‘There was such an expression of terror in her beautiful face, that my + ‘There was such an expression of terror in her beautiful face, that my uncle made up his mind at once. He lifted her into the coach, told her not to be frightened, pressed his lips to hers once more, and then advising her to draw up the window to keep the cold air out, mounted to the box. </p> <p> - ‘“Stay, love,” cried the young lady. + ‘“Stay, love,” cried the young lady. </p> <p> - ‘“What’s the matter?” said my uncle, from the coach-box. + ‘“What’s the matter?” said my uncle, from the coach-box. </p> <p> - ‘“I want to speak to you,” said the young lady; “only a word. Only one - word, dearest.” + ‘“I want to speak to you,” said the young lady; “only a word. Only one + word, dearest.” </p> <p> - ‘“Must I get down?” inquired my uncle. The lady made no answer, but she + ‘“Must I get down?” inquired my uncle. The lady made no answer, but she smiled again. Such a smile, gentlemen! It beat the other one, all to nothing. My uncle descended from his perch in a twinkling. </p> <p> - ‘“What is it, my dear?” said my uncle, looking in at the coach window. The + ‘“What is it, my dear?” said my uncle, looking in at the coach window. The lady happened to bend forward at the same time, and my uncle thought she looked more beautiful than she had done yet. He was very close to her just then, gentlemen, so he really ought to know. </p> <p> - ‘“What is it, my dear?” said my uncle. + ‘“What is it, my dear?” said my uncle. </p> <p> - ‘“Will you never love any one but me—never marry any one beside?” + ‘“Will you never love any one but me—never marry any one beside?” said the young lady. </p> <p> - ‘My uncle swore a great oath that he never would marry anybody else, and + ‘My uncle swore a great oath that he never would marry anybody else, and the young lady drew in her head, and pulled up the window. He jumped upon the box, squared his elbows, adjusted the ribands, seized the whip which lay on the roof, gave one flick to the off leader, and away went the four @@ -38830,30 +38762,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hour, with the old mail-coach behind them. Whew! How they tore along! </p> <p> - ‘The noise behind grew louder. The faster the old mail went, the faster - came the pursuers—men, horses, dogs, were leagued in the pursuit. + ‘The noise behind grew louder. The faster the old mail went, the faster + came the pursuers—men, horses, dogs, were leagued in the pursuit. The noise was frightful, but, above all, rose the voice of the young lady, - urging my uncle on, and shrieking, “Faster! Faster!” + urging my uncle on, and shrieking, “Faster! Faster!” </p> <p> - ‘They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a + ‘They whirled past the dark trees, as feathers would be swept before a hurricane. Houses, gates, churches, haystacks, objects of every kind they shot by, with a velocity and noise like roaring waters suddenly let loose. But still the noise of pursuit grew louder, and still my uncle could hear - the young lady wildly screaming, “Faster! Faster!” + the young lady wildly screaming, “Faster! Faster!” </p> <p> - ‘My uncle plied whip and rein, and the horses flew onward till they were + ‘My uncle plied whip and rein, and the horses flew onward till they were white with foam; and yet the noise behind increased; and yet the young - lady cried, “Faster! Faster!” My uncle gave a loud stamp on the boot in - the energy of the moment, and—found that it was gray morning, and he - was sitting in the wheelwright’s yard, on the box of an old Edinburgh + lady cried, “Faster! Faster!” My uncle gave a loud stamp on the boot in + the energy of the moment, and—found that it was gray morning, and he + was sitting in the wheelwright’s yard, on the box of an old Edinburgh mail, shivering with the cold and wet and stamping his feet to warm them! He got down, and looked eagerly inside for the beautiful young lady. Alas! There was neither door nor seat to the coach. It was a mere shell. </p> <p> - ‘Of course, my uncle knew very well that there was some mystery in the + ‘Of course, my uncle knew very well that there was some mystery in the matter, and that everything had passed exactly as he used to relate it. He remained staunch to the great oath he had sworn to the beautiful young lady, refusing several eligible landladies on her account, and dying a @@ -38863,17 +38795,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger passengers, were in the habit of making journeys regularly every night. He used to add, that he believed he was the only living person who had ever been taken as a passenger on one of these excursions. And I think he was - right, gentlemen—at least I never heard of any other.’ + right, gentlemen—at least I never heard of any other.’ </p> <p> - ‘I wonder what these ghosts of mail-coaches carry in their bags,’ said the + ‘I wonder what these ghosts of mail-coaches carry in their bags,’ said the landlord, who had listened to the whole story with profound attention. </p> <p> - ‘The dead letters, of course,’ said the bagman. + ‘The dead letters, of course,’ said the bagman. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, ah! To be sure,’ rejoined the landlord. ‘I never thought of that.’ + ‘Oh, ah! To be sure,’ rejoined the landlord. ‘I never thought of that.’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0050" id="link2HCH0050"> @@ -38891,37 +38823,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to, punctually at a quarter before nine next morning, and Mr. Pickwick and Sam Weller having each taken his seat, the one inside and the other out, the postillion was duly directed to repair in the first instance to Mr. - Bob Sawyer’s house, for the purpose of taking up Mr. Benjamin Allen. + Bob Sawyer’s house, for the purpose of taking up Mr. Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> It was with feelings of no small astonishment, when the carriage drew up before the door with the red lamp, and the very legible inscription of - ‘Sawyer, late Nockemorf,’ that Mr. Pickwick saw, on popping his head out + ‘Sawyer, late Nockemorf,’ that Mr. Pickwick saw, on popping his head out of the coach window, the boy in the gray livery very busily employed in - putting up the shutters—the which, being an unusual and an + putting up the shutters—the which, being an unusual and an unbusinesslike proceeding at that hour of the morning, at once suggested to his mind two inferences: the one, that some good friend and patient of - Mr. Bob Sawyer’s was dead; the other, that Mr. Bob Sawyer himself was + Mr. Bob Sawyer’s was dead; the other, that Mr. Bob Sawyer himself was bankrupt. </p> <p> - ‘What is the matter?’ said Mr. Pickwick to the boy. + ‘What is the matter?’ said Mr. Pickwick to the boy. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing’s the matter, Sir,’ replied the boy, expanding his mouth to the + ‘Nothing’s the matter, Sir,’ replied the boy, expanding his mouth to the whole breadth of his countenance. </p> <p> - ‘All right, all right!’ cried Bob Sawyer, suddenly appearing at the door, + ‘All right, all right!’ cried Bob Sawyer, suddenly appearing at the door, with a small leathern knapsack, limp and dirty, in one hand, and a rough - coat and shawl thrown over the other arm. ‘I’m going, old fellow.’ + coat and shawl thrown over the other arm. ‘I’m going, old fellow.’ </p> <p> - ‘You!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ replied Bob Sawyer, ‘and a regular expedition we’ll make of it. - Here, Sam! Look out!’ Thus briefly bespeaking Mr. Weller’s attention, Mr. + ‘Yes,’ replied Bob Sawyer, ‘and a regular expedition we’ll make of it. + Here, Sam! Look out!’ Thus briefly bespeaking Mr. Weller’s attention, Mr. Bob Sawyer jerked the leathern knapsack into the dickey, where it was immediately stowed away, under the seat, by Sam, who regarded the proceeding with great admiration. This done, Mr. Bob Sawyer, with the @@ -38930,60 +38862,60 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger thrust in his head, and laughed boisterously. </p> <p> - ‘What a start it is, isn’t it?’ cried Bob, wiping the tears out of his + ‘What a start it is, isn’t it?’ cried Bob, wiping the tears out of his eyes, with one of the cuffs of the rough coat. </p> <p> - ‘My dear Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with some embarrassment, ‘I had no idea - of your accompanying us.’ + ‘My dear Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with some embarrassment, ‘I had no idea + of your accompanying us.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, that’s just the very thing,’ replied Bob, seizing Mr. Pickwick by the - lappel of his coat. ‘That’s the joke.’ + ‘No, that’s just the very thing,’ replied Bob, seizing Mr. Pickwick by the + lappel of his coat. ‘That’s the joke.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, that’s the joke, is it?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Oh, that’s the joke, is it?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Of course,’ replied Bob. ‘It’s the whole point of the thing, you know—that, + ‘Of course,’ replied Bob. ‘It’s the whole point of the thing, you know—that, and leaving the business to take care of itself, as it seems to have made - up its mind not to take care of me.’ With this explanation of the + up its mind not to take care of me.’ With this explanation of the phenomenon of the shutters, Mr. Bob Sawyer pointed to the shop, and relapsed into an ecstasy of mirth. </p> <p> - ‘Bless me, you are surely not mad enough to think of leaving your patients - without anybody to attend them!’ remonstrated Mr. Pickwick in a very + ‘Bless me, you are surely not mad enough to think of leaving your patients + without anybody to attend them!’ remonstrated Mr. Pickwick in a very serious tone. </p> <p> - ‘Why not?’ asked Bob, in reply. ‘I shall save by it, you know. None of - them ever pay. Besides,’ said Bob, lowering his voice to a confidential - whisper, ‘they will be all the better for it; for, being nearly out of + ‘Why not?’ asked Bob, in reply. ‘I shall save by it, you know. None of + them ever pay. Besides,’ said Bob, lowering his voice to a confidential + whisper, ‘they will be all the better for it; for, being nearly out of drugs, and not able to increase my account just now, I should have been obliged to give them calomel all round, and it would have been certain to - have disagreed with some of them. So it’s all for the best.’ + have disagreed with some of them. So it’s all for the best.’ </p> <p> There was a philosophy and a strength of reasoning about this reply, which Mr. Pickwick was not prepared for. He paused a few moments, and added, - less firmly than before— + less firmly than before— </p> <p> - ‘But this chaise, my young friend, will only hold two; and I am pledged to - Mr. Allen.’ + ‘But this chaise, my young friend, will only hold two; and I am pledged to + Mr. Allen.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t think of me for a minute,’ replied Bob. ‘I’ve arranged it all; Sam + ‘Don’t think of me for a minute,’ replied Bob. ‘I’ve arranged it all; Sam and I will share the dickey between us. Look here. This little bill is to - be wafered on the shop door: “Sawyer, late Nockemorf. Inquire of Mrs. - Cripps over the way.” Mrs. Cripps is my boy’s mother. “Mr. Sawyer’s very - sorry,” says Mrs. Cripps, “couldn’t help it—fetched away early this - morning to a consultation of the very first surgeons in the country—couldn’t - do without him—would have him at any price—tremendous - operation.” The fact is,’ said Bob, in conclusion, ‘it’ll do me more good + be wafered on the shop door: “Sawyer, late Nockemorf. Inquire of Mrs. + Cripps over the way.” Mrs. Cripps is my boy’s mother. “Mr. Sawyer’s very + sorry,” says Mrs. Cripps, “couldn’t help it—fetched away early this + morning to a consultation of the very first surgeons in the country—couldn’t + do without him—would have him at any price—tremendous + operation.” The fact is,’ said Bob, in conclusion, ‘it’ll do me more good than otherwise, I expect. If it gets into one of the local papers, it will - be the making of me. Here’s Ben; now then, jump in!’ + be the making of me. Here’s Ben; now then, jump in!’ </p> <p> With these hurried words, Mr. Bob Sawyer pushed the postboy on one side, @@ -39012,17 +38944,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger defiance. </p> <p> - ‘I wonder,’ said Mr. Pickwick, stopping in the midst of a most sedate + ‘I wonder,’ said Mr. Pickwick, stopping in the midst of a most sedate conversation with Ben Allen, bearing reference to the numerous good - qualities of Mr. Winkle and his sister—‘I wonder what all the people - we pass, can see in us to make them stare so.’ + qualities of Mr. Winkle and his sister—‘I wonder what all the people + we pass, can see in us to make them stare so.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s a neat turn-out,’ replied Ben Allen, with something of pride in his - tone. ‘They’re not used to see this sort of thing, every day, I dare say.’ + ‘It’s a neat turn-out,’ replied Ben Allen, with something of pride in his + tone. ‘They’re not used to see this sort of thing, every day, I dare say.’ </p> <p> - ‘Possibly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘It may be so. Perhaps it is.’ + ‘Possibly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘It may be so. Perhaps it is.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick might very probably have reasoned himself into the belief @@ -39034,12 +38966,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger remote degree, referable to the humorous deportment of Mr. Robert Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘I hope,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that our volatile friend is committing no - absurdities in that dickey behind.’ + ‘I hope,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘that our volatile friend is committing no + absurdities in that dickey behind.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh dear, no,’ replied Ben Allen. ‘Except when he’s elevated, Bob’s the - quietest creature breathing.’ + ‘Oh dear, no,’ replied Ben Allen. ‘Except when he’s elevated, Bob’s the + quietest creature breathing.’ </p> <p> Here a prolonged imitation of a key-bugle broke upon the ear, succeeded by @@ -39062,19 +38994,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Bob Sawyer was seated, not in the dickey, but on the roof of the chaise, with his legs as far asunder as they would conveniently go, - wearing Mr. Samuel Weller’s hat on one side of his head, and bearing, in + wearing Mr. Samuel Weller’s hat on one side of his head, and bearing, in one hand, a most enormous sandwich, while, in the other, he supported a goodly-sized case-bottle, to both of which he applied himself with intense relish, varying the monotony of the occupation by an occasional howl, or the interchange of some lively badinage with any passing stranger. The crimson flag was carefully tied in an erect position to the rail of the - dickey; and Mr. Samuel Weller, decorated with Bob Sawyer’s hat, was seated + dickey; and Mr. Samuel Weller, decorated with Bob Sawyer’s hat, was seated in the centre thereof, discussing a twin sandwich, with an animated countenance, the expression of which betokened his entire and perfect approval of the whole arrangement. </p> <p> - This was enough to irritate a gentleman with Mr. Pickwick’s sense of + This was enough to irritate a gentleman with Mr. Pickwick’s sense of propriety, but it was not the whole extent of the aggravation, for a stage-coach full, inside and out, was meeting them at the moment, and the astonishment of the passengers was very palpably evinced. The @@ -39084,22 +39016,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger part and parcel of some political or other procession of triumph. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Sawyer!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, in a state of great excitement, ‘Mr. - Sawyer, Sir!’ + ‘Mr. Sawyer!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, in a state of great excitement, ‘Mr. + Sawyer, Sir!’ </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ responded that gentleman, looking over the side of the chaise + ‘Hollo!’ responded that gentleman, looking over the side of the chaise with all the coolness in life. </p> <p> - ‘Are you mad, sir?’ demanded Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Are you mad, sir?’ demanded Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Not a bit of it,’ replied Bob; ‘only cheerful.’ + ‘Not a bit of it,’ replied Bob; ‘only cheerful.’ </p> <p> - ‘Cheerful, sir!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick. ‘Take down that scandalous red - handkerchief, I beg. I insist, Sir. Sam, take it down.’ + ‘Cheerful, sir!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick. ‘Take down that scandalous red + handkerchief, I beg. I insist, Sir. Sam, take it down.’ </p> <p> Before Sam could interpose, Mr. Bob Sawyer gracefully struck his colours, @@ -39112,22 +39044,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger sandwich, and smiled. </p> <p> - ‘Come,’ said Mr. Pickwick, whose momentary anger was not quite proof - against Bob’s immovable self-possession, ‘pray let us have no more of this - absurdity.’ + ‘Come,’ said Mr. Pickwick, whose momentary anger was not quite proof + against Bob’s immovable self-possession, ‘pray let us have no more of this + absurdity.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ replied Bob, once more exchanging hats with Mr. Weller; ‘I - didn’t mean to do it, only I got so enlivened with the ride that I - couldn’t help it.’ + ‘No, no,’ replied Bob, once more exchanging hats with Mr. Weller; ‘I + didn’t mean to do it, only I got so enlivened with the ride that I + couldn’t help it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Think of the look of the thing,’ expostulated Mr. Pickwick; ‘have some - regard to appearances.’ + ‘Think of the look of the thing,’ expostulated Mr. Pickwick; ‘have some + regard to appearances.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, certainly,’ said Bob, ‘it’s not the sort of thing at all. All over, - governor.’ + ‘Oh, certainly,’ said Bob, ‘it’s not the sort of thing at all. All over, + governor.’ </p> <p> Satisfied with this assurance, Mr. Pickwick once more drew his head into @@ -39138,12 +39070,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of admission. </p> <p> - ‘What’s this?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What’s this?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It looks like a case-bottle;’ remarked Ben Allen, eyeing the object in - question through his spectacles with some interest; ‘I rather think it - belongs to Bob.’ + ‘It looks like a case-bottle;’ remarked Ben Allen, eyeing the object in + question through his spectacles with some interest; ‘I rather think it + belongs to Bob.’ </p> <p> The impression was perfectly accurate; for Mr. Bob Sawyer, having attached @@ -39152,18 +39084,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger its contents, in all good-fellowship and harmony. </p> <p> - ‘What’s to be done?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking at the bottle. ‘This - proceeding is more absurd than the other.’ + ‘What’s to be done?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking at the bottle. ‘This + proceeding is more absurd than the other.’ </p> <p> - ‘I think it would be best to take it in,’ replied Mr. Ben Allen; ‘it would - serve him right to take it in and keep it, wouldn’t it?’ + ‘I think it would be best to take it in,’ replied Mr. Ben Allen; ‘it would + serve him right to take it in and keep it, wouldn’t it?’ </p> <p> - ‘It would,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘shall I?’ + ‘It would,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘shall I?’ </p> <p> - ‘I think it the most proper course we could possibly adopt,’ replied Ben. + ‘I think it the most proper course we could possibly adopt,’ replied Ben. </p> <p> This advice quite coinciding with his own opinion, Mr. Pickwick gently let @@ -39171,79 +39103,79 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger latter was drawn up, and Mr. Bob Sawyer was heard to laugh heartily. </p> <p> - ‘What a merry dog it is!’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking round at his + ‘What a merry dog it is!’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking round at his companion, with the bottle in his hand. </p> <p> - ‘He is,’ said Mr. Allen. + ‘He is,’ said Mr. Allen. </p> <p> - ‘You cannot possibly be angry with him,’ remarked Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You cannot possibly be angry with him,’ remarked Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Quite out of the question,’ observed Benjamin Allen. + ‘Quite out of the question,’ observed Benjamin Allen. </p> <p> During this short interchange of sentiments, Mr. Pickwick had, in an abstracted mood, uncorked the bottle. </p> <p> - ‘What is it?’ inquired Ben Allen carelessly. + ‘What is it?’ inquired Ben Allen carelessly. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t know,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, with equal carelessness. ‘It smells, - I think, like milk-punch.’ + ‘I don’t know,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, with equal carelessness. ‘It smells, + I think, like milk-punch.’ </p> <p> - Oh, indeed?’ said Ben. + Oh, indeed?’ said Ben. </p> <p> - ‘I <i>think </i>so,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, very properly guarding himself - against the possibility of stating an untruth; ‘mind, I could not - undertake to say certainly, without tasting it.’ + ‘I <i>think </i>so,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, very properly guarding himself + against the possibility of stating an untruth; ‘mind, I could not + undertake to say certainly, without tasting it.’ </p> <p> - ‘You had better do so,’ said Ben; ‘we may as well know what it is.’ + ‘You had better do so,’ said Ben; ‘we may as well know what it is.’ </p> <p> - ‘Do you think so?’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Well; if you are curious to - know, of course I have no objection.’ + ‘Do you think so?’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Well; if you are curious to + know, of course I have no objection.’ </p> <p> Ever willing to sacrifice his own feelings to the wishes of his friend, Mr. Pickwick at once took a pretty long taste. </p> <p> - ‘What is it?’ inquired Ben Allen, interrupting him with some impatience. + ‘What is it?’ inquired Ben Allen, interrupting him with some impatience. </p> <p> - ‘Curious,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smacking his lips, ‘I hardly know, now. Oh, - yes!’ said Mr. Pickwick, after a second taste. ‘It <i>is</i> punch.’ + ‘Curious,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smacking his lips, ‘I hardly know, now. Oh, + yes!’ said Mr. Pickwick, after a second taste. ‘It <i>is</i> punch.’ </p> <p> Mr. Ben Allen looked at Mr. Pickwick; Mr. Pickwick looked at Mr. Ben Allen; Mr. Ben Allen smiled; Mr. Pickwick did not. </p> <p> - ‘It would serve him right,’ said the last-named gentleman, with some - severity—‘it would serve him right to drink it every drop.’ + ‘It would serve him right,’ said the last-named gentleman, with some + severity—‘it would serve him right to drink it every drop.’ </p> <p> - ‘The very thing that occurred to me,’ said Ben Allen. + ‘The very thing that occurred to me,’ said Ben Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Is it, indeed?’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘Then here’s his health!’ With + ‘Is it, indeed?’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘Then here’s his health!’ With these words, that excellent person took a most energetic pull at the bottle, and handed it to Ben Allen, who was not slow to imitate his example. The smiles became mutual, and the milk-punch was gradually and cheerfully disposed of. </p> <p> - ‘After all,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he drained the last drop, ‘his pranks - are really very amusing; very entertaining indeed.’ + ‘After all,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as he drained the last drop, ‘his pranks + are really very amusing; very entertaining indeed.’ </p> <p> - ‘You may say that,’ rejoined Mr. Ben Allen. In proof of Bob Sawyer’s being + ‘You may say that,’ rejoined Mr. Ben Allen. In proof of Bob Sawyer’s being one of the funniest fellows alive, he proceeded to entertain Mr. Pickwick with a long and circumstantial account how that gentleman once drank himself into a fever and got his head shaved; the relation of which @@ -39251,26 +39183,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger chaise at the Bell at Berkeley Heath, to change horses. </p> <p> - ‘I say! We’re going to dine here, aren’t we?’ said Bob, looking in at the + ‘I say! We’re going to dine here, aren’t we?’ said Bob, looking in at the window. </p> <p> - ‘Dine!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Why, we have only come nineteen miles, and - have eighty-seven and a half to go.’ + ‘Dine!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Why, we have only come nineteen miles, and + have eighty-seven and a half to go.’ </p> <p> - ‘Just the reason why we should take something to enable us to bear up - against the fatigue,’ remonstrated Mr. Bob Sawyer. + ‘Just the reason why we should take something to enable us to bear up + against the fatigue,’ remonstrated Mr. Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, it’s quite impossible to dine at half-past eleven o’clock in the - day,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking at his watch. + ‘Oh, it’s quite impossible to dine at half-past eleven o’clock in the + day,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking at his watch. </p> <p> - ‘So it is,’ rejoined Bob, ‘lunch is the very thing. Hollo, you sir! Lunch + ‘So it is,’ rejoined Bob, ‘lunch is the very thing. Hollo, you sir! Lunch for three, directly; and keep the horses back for a quarter of an hour. Tell them to put everything they have cold, on the table, and some bottled - ale, and let us taste your very best Madeira.’ Issuing these orders with + ale, and let us taste your very best Madeira.’ Issuing these orders with monstrous importance and bustle, Mr. Bob Sawyer at once hurried into the house to superintend the arrangements; in less than five minutes he returned and declared them to be excellent. @@ -39283,7 +39215,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger when (the horses being once more put to) they resumed their seats, with the case-bottle full of the best substitute for milk-punch that could be procured on so short a notice, the key-bugle sounded, and the red flag - waved, without the slightest opposition on Mr. Pickwick’s part. + waved, without the slightest opposition on Mr. Pickwick’s part. </p> <p> At the Hop Pole at Tewkesbury, they stopped to dine; upon which occasion @@ -39301,7 +39233,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger volumes of dense smoke issuing heavily forth from high toppling chimneys, blackening and obscuring everything around; the glare of distant lights, the ponderous wagons which toiled along the road, laden with clashing rods - of iron, or piled with heavy goods—all betokened their rapid + of iron, or piled with heavy goods—all betokened their rapid approach to the great working town of Birmingham. </p> <p> @@ -39330,7 +39262,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger presence on the occasion, however considerate and gratifying, was by no means an honour he would willingly have sought; in fact, he would cheerfully have given a reasonable sum of money to have had Mr. Bob Sawyer - removed to any place at not less than fifty miles’ distance, without + removed to any place at not less than fifty miles’ distance, without delay. </p> <p> @@ -39343,11 +39275,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger could have been hit upon to prepossess him in his favour. </p> <p> - ‘However,’ said Mr. Pickwick, endeavouring to reassure himself, ‘I must do + ‘However,’ said Mr. Pickwick, endeavouring to reassure himself, ‘I must do the best I can. I must see him to-night, for I faithfully promised to do so. If they persist in accompanying me, I must make the interview as brief as possible, and be content that, for their own sakes, they will not - expose themselves.’ + expose themselves.’ </p> <p> As he comforted himself with these reflections, the chaise stopped at the @@ -39355,47 +39287,47 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger stupendous sleep, and dragged out by the collar by Mr. Samuel Weller, Mr. Pickwick was enabled to alight. They were shown to a comfortable apartment, and Mr. Pickwick at once propounded a question to the waiter - concerning the whereabout of Mr. Winkle’s residence. + concerning the whereabout of Mr. Winkle’s residence. </p> <p> - ‘Close by, Sir,’ said the waiter, ‘not above five hundred yards, Sir. Mr. - Winkle is a wharfinger, Sir, at the canal, sir. Private residence is not—oh - dear, no, sir, not five hundred yards, sir.’ Here the waiter blew a candle + ‘Close by, Sir,’ said the waiter, ‘not above five hundred yards, Sir. Mr. + Winkle is a wharfinger, Sir, at the canal, sir. Private residence is not—oh + dear, no, sir, not five hundred yards, sir.’ Here the waiter blew a candle out, and made a feint of lighting it again, in order to afford Mr. Pickwick an opportunity of asking any further questions, if he felt so disposed. </p> <p> - ‘Take anything now, Sir?’ said the waiter, lighting the candle in - desperation at Mr. Pickwick’s silence. ‘Tea or coffee, Sir? Dinner, sir?’ + ‘Take anything now, Sir?’ said the waiter, lighting the candle in + desperation at Mr. Pickwick’s silence. ‘Tea or coffee, Sir? Dinner, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing now.’ + ‘Nothing now.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good, sir. Like to order supper, Sir?’ + ‘Very good, sir. Like to order supper, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not just now.’ + ‘Not just now.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good, Sir.’ Here, he walked slowly to the door, and then stopping - short, turned round and said, with great suavity— + ‘Very good, Sir.’ Here, he walked slowly to the door, and then stopping + short, turned round and said, with great suavity— </p> <p> - ‘Shall I send the chambermaid, gentlemen?’ + ‘Shall I send the chambermaid, gentlemen?’ </p> <p> - ‘You may if you please,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You may if you please,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘If <i>you </i>please, sir.’ + ‘If <i>you </i>please, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘And bring some soda-water,’ said Bob Sawyer. + ‘And bring some soda-water,’ said Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘Soda-water, Sir! Yes, Sir.’ With his mind apparently relieved from an + ‘Soda-water, Sir! Yes, Sir.’ With his mind apparently relieved from an overwhelming weight, by having at last got an order for something, the waiter imperceptibly melted away. Waiters never walk or run. They have a peculiar and mysterious power of skimming out of rooms, which other @@ -39406,13 +39338,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the soda-water, he suffered himself to be prevailed upon to wash his face and hands, and to submit to be brushed by Sam. Mr. Pickwick and Bob Sawyer having also repaired the disorder which the journey had made in their - apparel, the three started forth, arm in arm, to Mr. Winkle’s; Bob Sawyer + apparel, the three started forth, arm in arm, to Mr. Winkle’s; Bob Sawyer impregnating the atmosphere with tobacco smoke as he walked along. </p> <p> About a quarter of a mile off, in a quiet, substantial-looking street, stood an old red brick house with three steps before the door, and a brass - plate upon it, bearing, in fat Roman capitals, the words, ‘Mr. Winkle.’ + plate upon it, bearing, in fat Roman capitals, the words, ‘Mr. Winkle.’ The steps were very white, and the bricks were very red, and the house was very clean; and here stood Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Benjamin Allen, and Mr. Bob Sawyer, as the clock struck ten. @@ -39422,15 +39354,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger three strangers. </p> <p> - ‘Is Mr. Winkle at home, my dear?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Is Mr. Winkle at home, my dear?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘He is just going to supper, Sir,’ replied the girl. + ‘He is just going to supper, Sir,’ replied the girl. </p> <p> - ‘Give him that card if you please,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘Say I am sorry + ‘Give him that card if you please,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick. ‘Say I am sorry to trouble him at so late an hour; but I am anxious to see him to-night, - and have only just arrived.’ + and have only just arrived.’ </p> <p> The girl looked timidly at Mr. Bob Sawyer, who was expressing his @@ -39448,29 +39380,29 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger decorated the walls. </p> <p> - ‘Very sorry to leave you standing at the door, Sir,’ said the girl, - lighting a lamp, and addressing Mr. Pickwick with a winning smile, ‘but + ‘Very sorry to leave you standing at the door, Sir,’ said the girl, + lighting a lamp, and addressing Mr. Pickwick with a winning smile, ‘but you was quite strangers to me; and we have such a many trampers that only - come to see what they can lay their hands on, that really—’ + come to see what they can lay their hands on, that really—’ </p> <p> - ‘There is not the least occasion for any apology, my dear,’ said Mr. + ‘There is not the least occasion for any apology, my dear,’ said Mr. Pickwick good-humouredly. </p> <p> - ‘Not the slightest, my love,’ said Bob Sawyer, playfully stretching forth + ‘Not the slightest, my love,’ said Bob Sawyer, playfully stretching forth his arms, and skipping from side to side, as if to prevent the young - lady’s leaving the room. + lady’s leaving the room. </p> <p> The young lady was not at all softened by these allurements, for she at - once expressed her opinion, that Mr. Bob Sawyer was an ‘odous creetur;’ + once expressed her opinion, that Mr. Bob Sawyer was an ‘odous creetur;’ and, on his becoming rather more pressing in his attentions, imprinted her fair fingers upon his face, and bounced out of the room with many expressions of aversion and contempt. </p> <p> - Deprived of the young lady’s society, Mr. Bob Sawyer proceeded to divert + Deprived of the young lady’s society, Mr. Bob Sawyer proceeded to divert himself by peeping into the desk, looking into all the table drawers, feigning to pick the lock of the iron safe, turning the almanac with its face to the wall, trying on the boots of Mr. Winkle, senior, over his own, @@ -39482,38 +39414,38 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger At length the door opened, and a little old gentleman in a snuff-coloured suit, with a head and face the precise counterpart of those belonging to Mr. Winkle, junior, excepting that he was rather bald, trotted into the - room with Mr. Pickwick’s card in one hand, and a silver candlestick in the + room with Mr. Pickwick’s card in one hand, and a silver candlestick in the other. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick, sir, how do you do?’ said Winkle the elder, putting down - the candlestick and proffering his hand. ‘Hope I see you well, sir. Glad - to see you. Be seated, Mr. Pickwick, I beg, Sir. This gentleman is—’ + ‘Mr. Pickwick, sir, how do you do?’ said Winkle the elder, putting down + the candlestick and proffering his hand. ‘Hope I see you well, sir. Glad + to see you. Be seated, Mr. Pickwick, I beg, Sir. This gentleman is—’ </p> <p> - ‘My friend, Mr. Sawyer,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick, ‘your son’s friend.’ + ‘My friend, Mr. Sawyer,’ interposed Mr. Pickwick, ‘your son’s friend.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Winkle the elder, looking rather grimly at Bob. ‘I hope you - are well, sir.’ + ‘Oh,’ said Mr. Winkle the elder, looking rather grimly at Bob. ‘I hope you + are well, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Right as a trivet, sir,’ replied Bob Sawyer. + ‘Right as a trivet, sir,’ replied Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘This other gentleman,’ cried Mr. Pickwick, ‘is, as you will see when you + ‘This other gentleman,’ cried Mr. Pickwick, ‘is, as you will see when you have read the letter with which I am intrusted, a very near relative, or I - should rather say a very particular friend of your son’s. His name is - Allen.’ + should rather say a very particular friend of your son’s. His name is + Allen.’ </p> <p> - ‘<i>That </i>gentleman?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, pointing with the card + ‘<i>That </i>gentleman?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, pointing with the card towards Ben Allen, who had fallen asleep in an attitude which left nothing of him visible but his spine and his coat collar. </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick was on the point of replying to the question, and reciting - Mr. Benjamin Allen’s name and honourable distinctions at full length, when + Mr. Benjamin Allen’s name and honourable distinctions at full length, when the sprightly Mr. Bob Sawyer, with a view of rousing his friend to a sense of his situation, inflicted a startling pinch upon the fleshly part of his arm, which caused him to jump up with a shriek. Suddenly aware that he was @@ -39521,27 +39453,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Winkle most affectionately by both hands for about five minutes, murmured, in some half-intelligible fragments of sentences, the great delight he felt in seeing him, and a hospitable inquiry whether he felt disposed to - take anything after his walk, or would prefer waiting ‘till dinner-time;’ + take anything after his walk, or would prefer waiting ‘till dinner-time;’ which done, he sat down and gazed about him with a petrified stare, as if he had not the remotest idea where he was, which indeed he had not. </p> <p> All this was most embarrassing to Mr. Pickwick, the more especially as Mr. - Winkle, senior, evinced palpable astonishment at the eccentric—not - to say extraordinary—behaviour of his two companions. To bring the + Winkle, senior, evinced palpable astonishment at the eccentric—not + to say extraordinary—behaviour of his two companions. To bring the matter to an issue at once, he drew a letter from his pocket, and - presenting it to Mr. Winkle, senior, said— + presenting it to Mr. Winkle, senior, said— </p> <p> - ‘This letter, Sir, is from your son. You will see, by its contents, that + ‘This letter, Sir, is from your son. You will see, by its contents, that on your favourable and fatherly consideration of it, depend his future happiness and welfare. Will you oblige me by giving it the calmest and coolest perusal, and by discussing the subject afterwards with me, in the tone and spirit in which alone it ought to be discussed? You may judge of the importance of your decision to your son, and his intense anxiety upon the subject, by my waiting upon you, without any previous warning, at so - late an hour; and,’ added Mr. Pickwick, glancing slightly at his two - companions—‘and under such unfavourable circumstances.’ + late an hour; and,’ added Mr. Pickwick, glancing slightly at his two + companions—‘and under such unfavourable circumstances.’ </p> <p> With this prelude, Mr. Pickwick placed four closely-written sides of extra @@ -39553,7 +39485,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> The old wharfinger turned the letter over, looked at the front, back, and sides, made a microscopic examination of the fat little boy on the seal, - raised his eyes to Mr. Pickwick’s face, and then, seating himself on the + raised his eyes to Mr. Pickwick’s face, and then, seating himself on the high stool, and drawing the lamp closer to him, broke the wax, unfolded the epistle, and lifting it to the light, prepared to read. </p> @@ -39566,31 +39498,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger less a person than Mr. Bob Sawyer himself; rightly conjecturing that the face aforesaid was made in ridicule and derision of his own person, he fixed his eyes on Bob with such expressive sternness, that the late Mr. - Grimaldi’s lineaments gradually resolved themselves into a very fine + Grimaldi’s lineaments gradually resolved themselves into a very fine expression of humility and confusion. </p> <p> - ‘Did you speak, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, senior, after an awful silence. + ‘Did you speak, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Winkle, senior, after an awful silence. </p> <p> - ‘No, sir,’ replied Bob, With no remains of the clown about him, save and + ‘No, sir,’ replied Bob, With no remains of the clown about him, save and except the extreme redness of his cheeks. </p> <p> - ‘You are sure you did not, sir?’ said Mr. Winkle, senior. + ‘You are sure you did not, sir?’ said Mr. Winkle, senior. </p> <p> - ‘Oh dear, yes, sir, quite,’ replied Bob. + ‘Oh dear, yes, sir, quite,’ replied Bob. </p> <p> - ‘I thought you did, Sir,’ replied the old gentleman, with indignant - emphasis. ‘Perhaps you <i>looked </i>at me, sir?’ + ‘I thought you did, Sir,’ replied the old gentleman, with indignant + emphasis. ‘Perhaps you <i>looked </i>at me, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no! sir, not at all,’ replied Bob, with extreme civility. + ‘Oh, no! sir, not at all,’ replied Bob, with extreme civility. </p> <p> - ‘I am very glad to hear it, sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, senior. Having frowned + ‘I am very glad to hear it, sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, senior. Having frowned upon the abashed Bob with great magnificence, the old gentleman again brought the letter to the light, and began to read it seriously. </p> @@ -39600,7 +39532,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger second to the top of the third, and from the bottom of the third to the top of the fourth; but not the slightest alteration of countenance afforded a clue to the feelings with which he received the announcement of - his son’s marriage, which Mr. Pickwick knew was in the very first + his son’s marriage, which Mr. Pickwick knew was in the very first half-dozen lines. </p> <p> @@ -39608,64 +39540,64 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger carefulness and precision of a man of business, and, just when Mr. Pickwick expected some great outbreak of feeling, dipped a pen in the ink-stand, and said, as quietly as if he were speaking on the most - ordinary counting-house topic— + ordinary counting-house topic— </p> <p> - ‘What is Nathaniel’s address, Mr. Pickwick?’ + ‘What is Nathaniel’s address, Mr. Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - ‘The George and Vulture, at present,’ replied that gentleman. + ‘The George and Vulture, at present,’ replied that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘George and Vulture. Where is that?’ + ‘George and Vulture. Where is that?’ </p> <p> - ‘George Yard, Lombard Street.’ + ‘George Yard, Lombard Street.’ </p> <p> - ‘In the city?’ + ‘In the city?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes.’ + ‘Yes.’ </p> <p> The old gentleman methodically indorsed the address on the back of the letter; and then, placing it in the desk, which he locked, said, as he got - off the stool and put the bunch of keys in his pocket— + off the stool and put the bunch of keys in his pocket— </p> <p> - ‘I suppose there is nothing else which need detain us, Mr. Pickwick?’ + ‘I suppose there is nothing else which need detain us, Mr. Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing else, my dear Sir!’ observed that warm-hearted person in - indignant amazement. ‘Nothing else! Have you no opinion to express on this - momentous event in our young friend’s life? No assurance to convey to him, + ‘Nothing else, my dear Sir!’ observed that warm-hearted person in + indignant amazement. ‘Nothing else! Have you no opinion to express on this + momentous event in our young friend’s life? No assurance to convey to him, through me, of the continuance of your affection and protection? Nothing to say which will cheer and sustain him, and the anxious girl who looks to - him for comfort and support? My dear Sir, consider.’ + him for comfort and support? My dear Sir, consider.’ </p> <p> - ‘I will consider,’ replied the old gentleman. ‘I have nothing to say just + ‘I will consider,’ replied the old gentleman. ‘I have nothing to say just now. I am a man of business, Mr. Pickwick. I never commit myself hastily in any affair, and from what I see of this, I by no means like the - appearance of it. A thousand pounds is not much, Mr. Pickwick.’ + appearance of it. A thousand pounds is not much, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘You’re very right, Sir,’ interposed Ben Allen, just awake enough to know + ‘You’re very right, Sir,’ interposed Ben Allen, just awake enough to know that he had spent his thousand pounds without the smallest difficulty. - ‘You’re an intelligent man. Bob, he’s a very knowing fellow this.’ + ‘You’re an intelligent man. Bob, he’s a very knowing fellow this.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am very happy to find that you do me the justice to make the admission, - sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, senior, looking contemptuously at Ben Allen, who - was shaking his head profoundly. ‘The fact is, Mr. Pickwick, that when I + ‘I am very happy to find that you do me the justice to make the admission, + sir,’ said Mr. Winkle, senior, looking contemptuously at Ben Allen, who + was shaking his head profoundly. ‘The fact is, Mr. Pickwick, that when I gave my son a roving license for a year or so, to see something of men and manners (which he has done under your auspices), so that he might not enter life a mere boarding-school milk-sop to be gulled by everybody, I never bargained for this. He knows that very well, so if I withdraw my countenance from him on this account, he has no call to be surprised. He - shall hear from me, Mr. Pickwick. Good-night, sir.—Margaret, open - the door.’ + shall hear from me, Mr. Pickwick. Good-night, sir.—Margaret, open + the door.’ </p> <p> All this time, Bob Sawyer had been nudging Mr. Ben Allen to say something @@ -39673,33 +39605,33 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger preliminary notice, into a brief but impassioned piece of eloquence. </p> <p> - ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, staring at the old gentleman, out of a pair of + ‘Sir,’ said Mr. Ben Allen, staring at the old gentleman, out of a pair of very dim and languid eyes, and working his right arm vehemently up and - down, ‘you—you ought to be ashamed of yourself.’ + down, ‘you—you ought to be ashamed of yourself.’ </p> <p> - ‘As the lady’s brother, of course you are an excellent judge of the - question,’ retorted Mr. Winkle, senior. ‘There; that’s enough. Pray say no - more, Mr. Pickwick. Good-night, gentlemen!’ + ‘As the lady’s brother, of course you are an excellent judge of the + question,’ retorted Mr. Winkle, senior. ‘There; that’s enough. Pray say no + more, Mr. Pickwick. Good-night, gentlemen!’ </p> <p> With these words the old gentleman took up the candle-stick and opening the room door, politely motioned towards the passage. </p> <p> - ‘You will regret this, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, setting his teeth close + ‘You will regret this, Sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, setting his teeth close together to keep down his choler; for he felt how important the effect might prove to his young friend. </p> <p> - ‘I am at present of a different opinion,’ calmly replied Mr. Winkle, - senior. ‘Once again, gentlemen, I wish you a good-night.’ + ‘I am at present of a different opinion,’ calmly replied Mr. Winkle, + senior. ‘Once again, gentlemen, I wish you a good-night.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick walked with angry strides into the street. Mr. Bob Sawyer, - completely quelled by the decision of the old gentleman’s manner, took the - same course. Mr. Ben Allen’s hat rolled down the steps immediately - afterwards, and Mr. Ben Allen’s body followed it directly. The whole party + completely quelled by the decision of the old gentleman’s manner, took the + same course. Mr. Ben Allen’s hat rolled down the steps immediately + afterwards, and Mr. Ben Allen’s body followed it directly. The whole party went silent and supperless to bed; and Mr. Pickwick thought, just before he fell asleep, that if he had known Mr. Winkle, senior, had been quite so much of a man of business, it was extremely probable he might never have @@ -39713,14 +39645,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <br /><br /><br /><br /> </div> <h2> - CHAPTER LI. IN WHICH MR. PICKWICK ENCOUNTERS AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE—TO + CHAPTER LI. IN WHICH MR. PICKWICK ENCOUNTERS AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE—TO WHICH FORTUNATE CIRCUMSTANCE THE READER IS MAINLY INDEBTED FOR MATTER OF THRILLING INTEREST HEREIN SET DOWN, CONCERNING TWO GREAT PUBLIC MEN OF MIGHT AND POWER </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he morning which - broke upon Mr. Pickwick’s sight at eight o’clock, was not at all + broke upon Mr. Pickwick’s sight at eight o’clock, was not at all calculated to elevate his spirits, or to lessen the depression which the unlooked-for result of his embassy inspired. The sky was dark and gloomy, the air was damp and raw, the streets were wet and sloppy. The smoke hung @@ -39736,8 +39668,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> The breakfast was interrupted by very little conversation; even Mr. Bob - Sawyer felt the influence of the weather, and the previous day’s - excitement. In his own expressive language he was ‘floored.’ So was Mr. + Sawyer felt the influence of the weather, and the previous day’s + excitement. In his own expressive language he was ‘floored.’ So was Mr. Ben Allen. So was Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> @@ -39766,84 +39698,84 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger horses in such clouds as wholly to obscure the hostler, whose voice was however heard to declare from the mist, that he expected the first gold medal from the Humane Society on their next distribution of rewards, for - taking the postboy’s hat off; the water descending from the brim of which, + taking the postboy’s hat off; the water descending from the brim of which, the invisible gentleman declared, must have drowned him (the postboy), but for his great presence of mind in tearing it promptly from his head, and - drying the gasping man’s countenance with a wisp of straw. + drying the gasping man’s countenance with a wisp of straw. </p> <p> - ‘This is pleasant,’ said Bob Sawyer, turning up his coat collar, and + ‘This is pleasant,’ said Bob Sawyer, turning up his coat collar, and pulling the shawl over his mouth to concentrate the fumes of a glass of brandy just swallowed. </p> <p> - ‘Wery,’ replied Sam composedly. + ‘Wery,’ replied Sam composedly. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t seem to mind it,’ observed Bob. + ‘You don’t seem to mind it,’ observed Bob. </p> <p> - ‘Vy, I don’t exactly see no good my mindin’ on it ‘ud do, sir,’ replied + ‘Vy, I don’t exactly see no good my mindin’ on it ‘ud do, sir,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘That’s an unanswerable reason, anyhow,’ said Bob. + ‘That’s an unanswerable reason, anyhow,’ said Bob. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘Wotever is, is right, as the young - nobleman sweetly remarked wen they put him down in the pension list ‘cos - his mother’s uncle’s vife’s grandfather vunce lit the king’s pipe vith a - portable tinder-box.’ + ‘Yes, sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘Wotever is, is right, as the young + nobleman sweetly remarked wen they put him down in the pension list ‘cos + his mother’s uncle’s vife’s grandfather vunce lit the king’s pipe vith a + portable tinder-box.’ </p> <p> - Not a bad notion that, Sam,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer approvingly. + Not a bad notion that, Sam,’ said Mr. Bob Sawyer approvingly. </p> <p> - ‘Just wot the young nobleman said ev’ry quarter-day arterwards for the - rest of his life,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘Just wot the young nobleman said ev’ry quarter-day arterwards for the + rest of his life,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Wos you ever called in,’ inquired Sam, glancing at the driver, after a - short silence, and lowering his voice to a mysterious whisper—‘wos - you ever called in, when you wos ‘prentice to a sawbones, to wisit a - postboy.’ + ‘Wos you ever called in,’ inquired Sam, glancing at the driver, after a + short silence, and lowering his voice to a mysterious whisper—‘wos + you ever called in, when you wos ‘prentice to a sawbones, to wisit a + postboy.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t remember that I ever was,’ replied Bob Sawyer. + ‘I don’t remember that I ever was,’ replied Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘You never see a postboy in that ‘ere hospital as you <i>walked </i>(as - they says o’ the ghosts), did you?’ demanded Sam. + ‘You never see a postboy in that ‘ere hospital as you <i>walked </i>(as + they says o’ the ghosts), did you?’ demanded Sam. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘I don’t think I ever did.’ + ‘No,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘I don’t think I ever did.’ </p> <p> - ‘Never know’d a churchyard were there wos a postboy’s tombstone, or see a - dead postboy, did you?’ inquired Sam, pursuing his catechism. + ‘Never know’d a churchyard were there wos a postboy’s tombstone, or see a + dead postboy, did you?’ inquired Sam, pursuing his catechism. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ rejoined Bob, ‘I never did.’ + ‘No,’ rejoined Bob, ‘I never did.’ </p> <p> - ‘No!’ rejoined Sam triumphantly. ‘Nor never vill; and there’s another - thing that no man never see, and that’s a dead donkey. No man never see a - dead donkey ‘cept the gen’l’m’n in the black silk smalls as know’d the - young ‘ooman as kep’ a goat; and that wos a French donkey, so wery likely - he warn’t wun o’ the reg’lar breed.’ + ‘No!’ rejoined Sam triumphantly. ‘Nor never vill; and there’s another + thing that no man never see, and that’s a dead donkey. No man never see a + dead donkey ‘cept the gen’l’m’n in the black silk smalls as know’d the + young ‘ooman as kep’ a goat; and that wos a French donkey, so wery likely + he warn’t wun o’ the reg’lar breed.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, what has that got to do with the postboys?’ asked Bob Sawyer. + ‘Well, what has that got to do with the postboys?’ asked Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘This here,’ replied Sam. ‘Without goin’ so far as to as-sert, as some + ‘This here,’ replied Sam. ‘Without goin’ so far as to as-sert, as some wery sensible people do, that postboys and donkeys is both immortal, wot I - say is this: that wenever they feels theirselves gettin’ stiff and past + say is this: that wenever they feels theirselves gettin’ stiff and past their work, they just rides off together, wun postboy to a pair in the - usual way; wot becomes on ‘em nobody knows, but it’s wery probable as they - starts avay to take their pleasure in some other vorld, for there ain’t a - man alive as ever see either a donkey or a postboy a-takin’ his pleasure - in this!’ + usual way; wot becomes on ‘em nobody knows, but it’s wery probable as they + starts avay to take their pleasure in some other vorld, for there ain’t a + man alive as ever see either a donkey or a postboy a-takin’ his pleasure + in this!’ </p> <p> Expatiating upon this learned and remarkable theory, and citing many @@ -39854,17 +39786,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger beginning. </p> <p> - ‘I say,’ remonstrated Bob Sawyer, looking in at the coach window, as they - pulled up before the door of the Saracen’s Head, Towcester, ‘this won’t - do, you know.’ + ‘I say,’ remonstrated Bob Sawyer, looking in at the coach window, as they + pulled up before the door of the Saracen’s Head, Towcester, ‘this won’t + do, you know.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bless me!’ said Mr. Pickwick, just awakening from a nap, ‘I’m afraid - you’re wet.’ + ‘Bless me!’ said Mr. Pickwick, just awakening from a nap, ‘I’m afraid + you’re wet.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ returned Bob. ‘Yes, I am, a little that way, - Uncomfortably damp, perhaps.’ + ‘Oh, you are, are you?’ returned Bob. ‘Yes, I am, a little that way, + Uncomfortably damp, perhaps.’ </p> <p> Bob did look dampish, inasmuch as the rain was streaming from his neck, @@ -39872,25 +39804,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger wet, that it might have been mistaken for a full suit of prepared oilskin. </p> <p> - ‘I <i>am</i> rather wet,’ said Bob, giving himself a shake and casting a + ‘I <i>am</i> rather wet,’ said Bob, giving himself a shake and casting a little hydraulic shower around, like a Newfoundland dog just emerged from the water. </p> <p> - ‘I think it’s quite impossible to go on to-night,’ interposed Ben. + ‘I think it’s quite impossible to go on to-night,’ interposed Ben. </p> <p> - ‘Out of the question, sir,’ remarked Sam Weller, coming to assist in the - conference; ‘it’s a cruelty to animals, sir, to ask ‘em to do it. There’s - beds here, sir,’ said Sam, addressing his master, ‘everything clean and + ‘Out of the question, sir,’ remarked Sam Weller, coming to assist in the + conference; ‘it’s a cruelty to animals, sir, to ask ‘em to do it. There’s + beds here, sir,’ said Sam, addressing his master, ‘everything clean and comfortable. Wery good little dinner, sir, they can get ready in half an - hour—pair of fowls, sir, and a weal cutlet; French beans, ‘taturs, - tart, and tidiness. You’d better stop vere you are, sir, if I might - recommend. Take adwice, sir, as the doctor said.’ + hour—pair of fowls, sir, and a weal cutlet; French beans, ‘taturs, + tart, and tidiness. You’d better stop vere you are, sir, if I might + recommend. Take adwice, sir, as the doctor said.’ </p> <p> - The host of the Saracen’s Head opportunely appeared at this moment, to - confirm Mr. Weller’s statement relative to the accommodations of the + The host of the Saracen’s Head opportunely appeared at this moment, to + confirm Mr. Weller’s statement relative to the accommodations of the establishment, and to back his entreaties with a variety of dismal conjectures regarding the state of the roads, the doubt of fresh horses being to be had at the next stage, the dead certainty of its raining all @@ -39898,31 +39830,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger other topics of inducement familiar to innkeepers. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but I must send a letter to London by some + ‘Well,’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘but I must send a letter to London by some conveyance, so that it may be delivered the very first thing in the - morning, or I must go forwards at all hazards.’ + morning, or I must go forwards at all hazards.’ </p> <p> The landlord smiled his delight. Nothing could be easier than for the gentleman to inclose a letter in a sheet of brown paper, and send it on, either by the mail or the night coach from Birmingham. If the gentleman were particularly anxious to have it left as soon as possible, he might - write outside, ‘To be delivered immediately,’ which was sure to be - attended to; or ‘Pay the bearer half-a-crown extra for instant delivery,’ + write outside, ‘To be delivered immediately,’ which was sure to be + attended to; or ‘Pay the bearer half-a-crown extra for instant delivery,’ which was surer still. </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘then we will stop here.’ + ‘Very well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘then we will stop here.’ </p> <p> - ‘Lights in the Sun, John; make up the fire; the gentlemen are wet!’ cried - the landlord. ‘This way, gentlemen; don’t trouble yourselves about the - postboy now, sir. I’ll send him to you when you ring for him, sir. Now, - John, the candles.’ + ‘Lights in the Sun, John; make up the fire; the gentlemen are wet!’ cried + the landlord. ‘This way, gentlemen; don’t trouble yourselves about the + postboy now, sir. I’ll send him to you when you ring for him, sir. Now, + John, the candles.’ </p> <p> The candles were brought, the fire was stirred up, and a fresh log of wood - thrown on. In ten minutes’ time, a waiter was laying the cloth for dinner, + thrown on. In ten minutes’ time, a waiter was laying the cloth for dinner, the curtains were drawn, the fire was blazing brightly, and everything looked (as everything always does, in all decent English inns) as if the travellers had been expected, and their comforts prepared, for days @@ -39936,7 +39868,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger despatched to the bar per Mr. Samuel Weller. </p> <p> - Sam left it with the landlady, and was returning to pull his master’s + Sam left it with the landlady, and was returning to pull his master’s boots off, after drying himself by the kitchen fire, when glancing casually through a half-opened door, he was arrested by the sight of a gentleman with a sandy head who had a large bundle of newspapers lying on @@ -39945,70 +39877,70 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger majestic expression of haughty contempt. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ said Sam, ‘I ought to know that ‘ere head and them features; the - eyeglass, too, and the broad-brimmed tile! Eatansvill to vit, or I’m a - Roman.’ + ‘Hollo!’ said Sam, ‘I ought to know that ‘ere head and them features; the + eyeglass, too, and the broad-brimmed tile! Eatansvill to vit, or I’m a + Roman.’ </p> <p> Sam was taken with a troublesome cough, at once, for the purpose of - attracting the gentleman’s attention; the gentleman starting at the sound, + attracting the gentleman’s attention; the gentleman starting at the sound, raised his head and his eyeglass, and disclosed to view the profound and thoughtful features of Mr. Pott, of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>. </p> <p> - ‘Beggin’ your pardon, sir,’ said Sam, advancing with a bow, ‘my master’s - here, Mr. Pott.’ + ‘Beggin’ your pardon, sir,’ said Sam, advancing with a bow, ‘my master’s + here, Mr. Pott.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hush! hush!’ cried Pott, drawing Sam into the room, and closing the door, + ‘Hush! hush!’ cried Pott, drawing Sam into the room, and closing the door, with a countenance of mysterious dread and apprehension. </p> <p> - ‘Wot’s the matter, Sir?’ inquired Sam, looking vacantly about him. + ‘Wot’s the matter, Sir?’ inquired Sam, looking vacantly about him. </p> <p> - ‘Not a whisper of my name,’ replied Pott; ‘this is a buff neighbourhood. + ‘Not a whisper of my name,’ replied Pott; ‘this is a buff neighbourhood. If the excited and irritable populace knew I was here, I should be torn to - pieces.’ + pieces.’ </p> <p> - ‘No! Vould you, sir?’ inquired Sam. + ‘No! Vould you, sir?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I should be the victim of their fury,’ replied Pott. ‘Now young man, what - of your master?’ + ‘I should be the victim of their fury,’ replied Pott. ‘Now young man, what + of your master?’ </p> <p> - ‘He’s a-stopping here to-night on his vay to town, with a couple of - friends,’ replied Sam. + ‘He’s a-stopping here to-night on his vay to town, with a couple of + friends,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Is Mr. Winkle one of them?’ inquired Pott, with a slight frown. + ‘Is Mr. Winkle one of them?’ inquired Pott, with a slight frown. </p> <p> - ‘No, Sir. Mr. Vinkle stops at home now,’ rejoined Sam. ‘He’s married.’ + ‘No, Sir. Mr. Vinkle stops at home now,’ rejoined Sam. ‘He’s married.’ </p> <p> - ‘Married!’ exclaimed Pott, with frightful vehemence. He stopped, smiled - darkly, and added, in a low, vindictive tone, ‘It serves him right!’ + ‘Married!’ exclaimed Pott, with frightful vehemence. He stopped, smiled + darkly, and added, in a low, vindictive tone, ‘It serves him right!’ </p> <p> Having given vent to this cruel ebullition of deadly malice and cold-blooded triumph over a fallen enemy, Mr. Pott inquired whether Mr. - Pickwick’s friends were ‘blue?’ Receiving a most satisfactory answer in + Pickwick’s friends were ‘blue?’ Receiving a most satisfactory answer in the affirmative from Sam, who knew as much about the matter as Pott - himself, he consented to accompany him to Mr. Pickwick’s room, where a + himself, he consented to accompany him to Mr. Pickwick’s room, where a hearty welcome awaited him, and an agreement to club their dinners together was at once made and ratified. </p> <p> - ‘And how are matters going on in Eatanswill?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, when + ‘And how are matters going on in Eatanswill?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, when Pott had taken a seat near the fire, and the whole party had got their wet - boots off, and dry slippers on. ‘Is the <i>Independent</i> still in - being?’ + boots off, and dry slippers on. ‘Is the <i>Independent</i> still in + being?’ </p> <p> - ‘The <i>Independent</i>, sir,’ replied Pott, ‘is still dragging on a + ‘The <i>Independent</i>, sir,’ replied Pott, ‘is still dragging on a wretched and lingering career. Abhorred and despised by even the few who are cognisant of its miserable and disgraceful existence, stifled by the very filth it so profusely scatters, rendered deaf and blind by the @@ -40016,132 +39948,132 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger its degraded state, is rapidly sinking beneath that treacherous mud which, while it seems to give it a firm standing with the low and debased classes of society, is nevertheless rising above its detested head, and will - speedily engulf it for ever.’ + speedily engulf it for ever.’ </p> <p> - Having delivered this manifesto (which formed a portion of his last week’s + Having delivered this manifesto (which formed a portion of his last week’s leader) with vehement articulation, the editor paused to take breath, and looked majestically at Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘You are a young man, sir,’ said Pott. + ‘You are a young man, sir,’ said Pott. </p> <p> Mr. Bob Sawyer nodded. </p> <p> - ‘So are you, sir,’ said Pott, addressing Mr. Ben Allen. + ‘So are you, sir,’ said Pott, addressing Mr. Ben Allen. </p> <p> Ben admitted the soft impeachment. </p> <p> - ‘And are both deeply imbued with those blue principles, which, so long as + ‘And are both deeply imbued with those blue principles, which, so long as I live, I have pledged myself to the people of these kingdoms to support - and to maintain?’ suggested Pott. + and to maintain?’ suggested Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Why, I don’t exactly know about that,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘I am—’ + ‘Why, I don’t exactly know about that,’ replied Bob Sawyer. ‘I am—’ </p> <p> - ‘Not buff, Mr. Pickwick,’ interrupted Pott, drawing back his chair, ‘your - friend is not buff, sir?’ + ‘Not buff, Mr. Pickwick,’ interrupted Pott, drawing back his chair, ‘your + friend is not buff, sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ rejoined Bob, ‘I’m a kind of plaid at present; a compound of all - sorts of colours.’ + ‘No, no,’ rejoined Bob, ‘I’m a kind of plaid at present; a compound of all + sorts of colours.’ </p> <p> - ‘A waverer,’ said Pott solemnly, ‘a waverer. I should like to show you a + ‘A waverer,’ said Pott solemnly, ‘a waverer. I should like to show you a series of eight articles, Sir, that have appeared in the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>. I think I may venture to say that you would not be long in establishing - your opinions on a firm and solid blue basis, sir.’ + your opinions on a firm and solid blue basis, sir.’ </p> <p> - I dare say I should turn very blue, long before I got to the end of them,’ + I dare say I should turn very blue, long before I got to the end of them,’ responded Bob. </p> <p> Mr. Pott looked dubiously at Bob Sawyer for some seconds, and, turning to - Mr. Pickwick, said— + Mr. Pickwick, said— </p> <p> - ‘You have seen the literary articles which have appeared at intervals in + ‘You have seen the literary articles which have appeared at intervals in the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i> in the course of the last three months, and - which have excited such general—I may say such universal—attention - and admiration?’ + which have excited such general—I may say such universal—attention + and admiration?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, slightly embarrassed by the question, ‘the + ‘Why,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, slightly embarrassed by the question, ‘the fact is, I have been so much engaged in other ways, that I really have not - had an opportunity of perusing them.’ + had an opportunity of perusing them.’ </p> <p> - ‘You should do so, Sir,’ said Pott, with a severe countenance. + ‘You should do so, Sir,’ said Pott, with a severe countenance. </p> <p> - ‘I will,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I will,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘They appeared in the form of a copious review of a work on Chinese - metaphysics, Sir,’ said Pott. + ‘They appeared in the form of a copious review of a work on Chinese + metaphysics, Sir,’ said Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ observed Mr. Pickwick; ‘from your pen, I hope?’ + ‘Oh,’ observed Mr. Pickwick; ‘from your pen, I hope?’ </p> <p> - ‘From the pen of my critic, Sir,’ rejoined Pott, with dignity. + ‘From the pen of my critic, Sir,’ rejoined Pott, with dignity. </p> <p> - ‘An abstruse subject, I should conceive,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘An abstruse subject, I should conceive,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Very, Sir,’ responded Pott, looking intensely sage. ‘He <i>crammed </i>for + ‘Very, Sir,’ responded Pott, looking intensely sage. ‘He <i>crammed </i>for it, to use a technical but expressive term; he read up for the subject, at - my desire, in the “Encyclopaedia Britannica.”’ + my desire, in the “Encyclopaedia Britannica.”’ </p> <p> - ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I was not aware that that valuable work - contained any information respecting Chinese metaphysics.’ + ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘I was not aware that that valuable work + contained any information respecting Chinese metaphysics.’ </p> <p> - ‘He read, Sir,’ rejoined Pott, laying his hand on Mr. Pickwick’s knee, and - looking round with a smile of intellectual superiority—‘he read for + ‘He read, Sir,’ rejoined Pott, laying his hand on Mr. Pickwick’s knee, and + looking round with a smile of intellectual superiority—‘he read for metaphysics under the letter M, and for China under the letter C, and - combined his information, Sir!’ + combined his information, Sir!’ </p> <p> - Mr. Pott’s features assumed so much additional grandeur at the + Mr. Pott’s features assumed so much additional grandeur at the recollection of the power and research displayed in the learned effusions in question, that some minutes elapsed before Mr. Pickwick felt emboldened - to renew the conversation; at length, as the editor’s countenance + to renew the conversation; at length, as the editor’s countenance gradually relaxed into its customary expression of moral supremacy, he - ventured to resume the discourse by asking— + ventured to resume the discourse by asking— </p> <p> - ‘Is it fair to inquire what great object has brought you so far from - home?’ + ‘Is it fair to inquire what great object has brought you so far from + home?’ </p> <p> - ‘That object which actuates and animates me in all my gigantic labours, - Sir,’ replied Pott, with a calm smile: ‘my country’s good.’ + ‘That object which actuates and animates me in all my gigantic labours, + Sir,’ replied Pott, with a calm smile: ‘my country’s good.’ </p> <p> - I supposed it was some public mission,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. + I supposed it was some public mission,’ observed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir,’ resumed Pott, ‘it is.’ Here, bending towards Mr. Pickwick, he - whispered in a deep, hollow voice, ‘A Buff ball, Sir, will take place in - Birmingham to-morrow evening.’ + ‘Yes, Sir,’ resumed Pott, ‘it is.’ Here, bending towards Mr. Pickwick, he + whispered in a deep, hollow voice, ‘A Buff ball, Sir, will take place in + Birmingham to-morrow evening.’ </p> <p> - ‘God bless me!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘God bless me!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir, and supper,’ added Pott. + ‘Yes, Sir, and supper,’ added Pott. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t say so!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick. + ‘You don’t say so!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Pott nodded portentously. @@ -40152,24 +40084,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger adequate comprehension of the importance of the dire conspiracy it referred to; observing which, Mr. Pott, drawing forth the last number of the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, and referring to the same, delivered - himself of the following paragraph:— + himself of the following paragraph:— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> HOLE-AND-CORNER BUFFERY. </pre> <p> - ‘A reptile contemporary has recently sweltered forth his black venom in + ‘A reptile contemporary has recently sweltered forth his black venom in the vain and hopeless attempt of sullying the fair name of our - distinguished and excellent representative, the Honourable Mr. Slumkey—that + distinguished and excellent representative, the Honourable Mr. Slumkey—that Slumkey whom we, long before he gained his present noble and exalted - position, predicted would one day be, as he now is, at once his country’s + position, predicted would one day be, as he now is, at once his country’s brightest honour, and her proudest boast: alike her bold defender and her - honest pride—our reptile contemporary, we say, has made himself + honest pride—our reptile contemporary, we say, has made himself merry, at the expense of a superbly embossed plated coal-scuttle, which has been presented to that glorious man by his enraptured constituents, and towards the purchase of which, the nameless wretch insinuates, the Honourable Mr. Slumkey himself contributed, through a confidential friend - of his butler’s, more than three-fourths of the whole sum subscribed. Why, + of his butler’s, more than three-fourths of the whole sum subscribed. Why, does not the crawling creature see, that even if this be the fact, the Honourable Mr. Slumkey only appears in a still more amiable and radiant light than before, if that be possible? Does not even his obtuseness @@ -40180,26 +40112,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger wretched trickery of hole-and-corner Buffery! These are not its only artifices. Treason is abroad. We boldly state, now that we are goaded to the disclosure, and we throw ourselves on the country and its constables - for protection—we boldly state that secret preparations are at this + for protection—we boldly state that secret preparations are at this moment in progress for a Buff ball; which is to be held in a Buff town, in the very heart and centre of a Buff population; which is to be conducted by a Buff master of the ceremonies; which is to be attended by four ultra Buff members of Parliament, and the admission to which, is to be by Buff tickets! Does our fiendish contemporary wince? Let him writhe, in impotent - malice, as we pen the words, <i>We will be there</i>.’ + malice, as we pen the words, <i>We will be there</i>.’ </p> <p> - ‘There, Sir,’ said Pott, folding up the paper quite exhausted, ‘that is - the state of the case!’ + ‘There, Sir,’ said Pott, folding up the paper quite exhausted, ‘that is + the state of the case!’ </p> <p> The landlord and waiter entering at the moment with dinner, caused Mr. Pott to lay his finger on his lips, in token that he considered his life - in Mr. Pickwick’s hands, and depended on his secrecy. Messrs. Bob Sawyer + in Mr. Pickwick’s hands, and depended on his secrecy. Messrs. Bob Sawyer and Benjamin Allen, who had irreverently fallen asleep during the reading of the quotation from the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>, and the discussion which followed it, were roused by the mere whispering of the talismanic - word ‘Dinner’ in their ears; and to dinner they went with good digestion + word ‘Dinner’ in their ears; and to dinner they went with good digestion waiting on appetite, and health on both, and a waiter on all three. </p> <p> @@ -40224,18 +40156,18 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger accommodation of a bed and bedstead. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly, sir,’ replied the landlord. + ‘Certainly, sir,’ replied the landlord. </p> <p> - ‘I can, can I?’ inquired the stranger, who seemed habitually suspicious in + ‘I can, can I?’ inquired the stranger, who seemed habitually suspicious in look and manner. </p> <p> - ‘No doubt of it, Sir,’ replied the landlord. + ‘No doubt of it, Sir,’ replied the landlord. </p> <p> - ‘Good,’ said the stranger. ‘Coachman, I get down here. Guard, my - carpet-bag!’ + ‘Good,’ said the stranger. ‘Coachman, I get down here. Guard, my + carpet-bag!’ </p> <p> Bidding the other passengers good-night, in a rather snappish manner, the @@ -40253,115 +40185,115 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gentleman, diving into his hat, drew forth a newspaper, and began to read it with the very same expression of indignant scorn, which, upon the majestic features of Pott, had paralysed his energies an hour before. The - man observed too, that, whereas Mr. Pott’s scorn had been roused by a - newspaper headed the Eatanswill <i>Independent</i>, this gentleman’s + man observed too, that, whereas Mr. Pott’s scorn had been roused by a + newspaper headed the Eatanswill <i>Independent</i>, this gentleman’s withering contempt was awakened by a newspaper entitled the Eatanswill <i>Gazette</i>. </p> <p> - ‘Send the landlord,’ said the stranger. + ‘Send the landlord,’ said the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir,’ rejoined the waiter. + ‘Yes, sir,’ rejoined the waiter. </p> <p> The landlord was sent, and came. </p> <p> - ‘Are you the landlord?’ inquired the gentleman. + ‘Are you the landlord?’ inquired the gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘I am sir,’ replied the landlord. + ‘I am sir,’ replied the landlord. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know me?’ demanded the gentleman. + ‘Do you know me?’ demanded the gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘I have not had that pleasure, Sir,’ rejoined the landlord. + ‘I have not had that pleasure, Sir,’ rejoined the landlord. </p> <p> - ‘My name is Slurk,’ said the gentleman. + ‘My name is Slurk,’ said the gentleman. </p> <p> The landlord slightly inclined his head. </p> <p> - ‘Slurk, sir,’ repeated the gentleman haughtily. ‘Do you know me now, man?’ + ‘Slurk, sir,’ repeated the gentleman haughtily. ‘Do you know me now, man?’ </p> <p> The landlord scratched his head, looked at the ceiling, and at the stranger, and smiled feebly. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know me, man?’ inquired the stranger angrily. + ‘Do you know me, man?’ inquired the stranger angrily. </p> <p> - The landlord made a strong effort, and at length replied, ‘Well, Sir, I do - <i>not</i> know you.’ + The landlord made a strong effort, and at length replied, ‘Well, Sir, I do + <i>not</i> know you.’ </p> <p> - ‘Great Heaven!’ said the stranger, dashing his clenched fist upon the - table. ‘And this is popularity!’ + ‘Great Heaven!’ said the stranger, dashing his clenched fist upon the + table. ‘And this is popularity!’ </p> <p> The landlord took a step or two towards the door; the stranger fixing his eyes upon him, resumed. </p> <p> - ‘This,’ said the stranger—‘this is gratitude for years of labour and + ‘This,’ said the stranger—‘this is gratitude for years of labour and study in behalf of the masses. I alight wet and weary; no enthusiastic crowds press forward to greet their champion; the church bells are silent; the very name elicits no responsive feeling in their torpid bosoms. It is - enough,’ said the agitated Mr. Slurk, pacing to and fro, ‘to curdle the - ink in one’s pen, and induce one to abandon their cause for ever.’ + enough,’ said the agitated Mr. Slurk, pacing to and fro, ‘to curdle the + ink in one’s pen, and induce one to abandon their cause for ever.’ </p> <p> - ‘Did you say brandy-and-water, Sir?’ said the landlord, venturing a hint. + ‘Did you say brandy-and-water, Sir?’ said the landlord, venturing a hint. </p> <p> - ‘Rum,’ said Mr. Slurk, turning fiercely upon him. ‘Have you got a fire - anywhere?’ + ‘Rum,’ said Mr. Slurk, turning fiercely upon him. ‘Have you got a fire + anywhere?’ </p> <p> - ‘We can light one directly, Sir,’ said the landlord. + ‘We can light one directly, Sir,’ said the landlord. </p> <p> - ‘Which will throw out no heat until it is bed-time,’ interrupted Mr. - Slurk. ‘Is there anybody in the kitchen?’ + ‘Which will throw out no heat until it is bed-time,’ interrupted Mr. + Slurk. ‘Is there anybody in the kitchen?’ </p> <p> Not a soul. There was a beautiful fire. Everybody had gone, and the house door was closed for the night. </p> <p> - ‘I will drink my rum-and-water,’ said Mr. Slurk, ‘by the kitchen fire.’ + ‘I will drink my rum-and-water,’ said Mr. Slurk, ‘by the kitchen fire.’ So, gathering up his hat and newspaper, he stalked solemnly behind the landlord to that humble apartment, and throwing himself on a settle by the fireside, resumed his countenance of scorn, and began to read and drink in silent dignity. </p> <p> - Now, some demon of discord, flying over the Saracen’s Head at that moment, + Now, some demon of discord, flying over the Saracen’s Head at that moment, on casting down his eyes in mere idle curiosity, happened to behold Slurk established comfortably by the kitchen fire, and Pott slightly elevated with wine in another room; upon which the malicious demon, darting down into the last-mentioned apartment with inconceivable rapidity, passed at once into the head of Mr. Bob Sawyer, and prompted him for his (the - demon’s) own evil purpose to speak as follows:— + demon’s) own evil purpose to speak as follows:— </p> <p> - ‘I say, we’ve let the fire out. It’s uncommonly cold after the rain, isn’t - it?’ + ‘I say, we’ve let the fire out. It’s uncommonly cold after the rain, isn’t + it?’ </p> <p> - ‘It really is,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, shivering. + ‘It really is,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, shivering. </p> <p> - ‘It wouldn’t be a bad notion to have a cigar by the kitchen fire, would - it?’ said Bob Sawyer, still prompted by the demon aforesaid. + ‘It wouldn’t be a bad notion to have a cigar by the kitchen fire, would + it?’ said Bob Sawyer, still prompted by the demon aforesaid. </p> <p> - ‘It would be particularly comfortable, I think,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. - ‘Mr. Pott, what do you say?’ + ‘It would be particularly comfortable, I think,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Mr. Pott, what do you say?’ </p> <p> Mr. Pott yielded a ready assent; and all four travellers, each with his @@ -40373,24 +40305,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger started. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ whispered Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What’s the matter?’ whispered Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘That reptile!’ replied Pott. + ‘That reptile!’ replied Pott. </p> <p> - ‘What reptile?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking about him for fear he should + ‘What reptile?’ said Mr. Pickwick, looking about him for fear he should tread on some overgrown black beetle, or dropsical spider. </p> <p> - ‘That reptile,’ whispered Pott, catching Mr. Pickwick by the arm, and - pointing towards the stranger. ‘That reptile Slurk, of the <i>Independent</i>!’ + ‘That reptile,’ whispered Pott, catching Mr. Pickwick by the arm, and + pointing towards the stranger. ‘That reptile Slurk, of the <i>Independent</i>!’ </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps we had better retire,’ whispered Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Perhaps we had better retire,’ whispered Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Never, Sir,’ rejoined Pott, pot-valiant in a double sense—‘never.’ + ‘Never, Sir,’ rejoined Pott, pot-valiant in a double sense—‘never.’ With these words, Mr. Pott took up his position on an opposite settle, and selecting one from a little bundle of newspapers, began to read against his enemy. @@ -40398,38 +40330,38 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> Mr. Pott, of course read the <i>Independent</i>, and Mr. Slurk, of course, read the <i>Gazette</i>; and each gentleman audibly expressed his contempt - at the other’s compositions by bitter laughs and sarcastic sniffs; whence - they proceeded to more open expressions of opinion, such as ‘absurd,’ - ‘wretched,’ ‘atrocity,’ ‘humbug,’ ‘knavery’, ‘dirt,’ ‘filth,’ ‘slime,’ - ‘ditch-water,’ and other critical remarks of the like nature. + at the other’s compositions by bitter laughs and sarcastic sniffs; whence + they proceeded to more open expressions of opinion, such as ‘absurd,’ + ‘wretched,’ ‘atrocity,’ ‘humbug,’ ‘knavery’, ‘dirt,’ ‘filth,’ ‘slime,’ + ‘ditch-water,’ and other critical remarks of the like nature. </p> <p> Both Mr. Bob Sawyer and Mr. Ben Allen had beheld these symptoms of rivalry and hatred, with a degree of delight which imparted great additional relish to the cigars at which they were puffing most vigorously. The moment they began to flag, the mischievous Mr. Bob Sawyer, addressing - Slurk with great politeness, said— + Slurk with great politeness, said— </p> <p> - ‘Will you allow me to look at your paper, Sir, when you have quite done - with it?’ + ‘Will you allow me to look at your paper, Sir, when you have quite done + with it?’ </p> <p> - ‘You will find very little to repay you for your trouble in this - contemptible <i>thing</i>, sir,’ replied Slurk, bestowing a Satanic frown + ‘You will find very little to repay you for your trouble in this + contemptible <i>thing</i>, sir,’ replied Slurk, bestowing a Satanic frown on Pott. </p> <p> - ‘You shall have this presently,’ said Pott, looking up, pale with rage, - and quivering in his speech, from the same cause. ‘Ha! ha! you will be - amused with this <i>fellow’s</i> audacity.’ + ‘You shall have this presently,’ said Pott, looking up, pale with rage, + and quivering in his speech, from the same cause. ‘Ha! ha! you will be + amused with this <i>fellow’s</i> audacity.’ </p> <p> - Terrible emphasis was laid upon ‘thing’ and ‘fellow’; and the faces of + Terrible emphasis was laid upon ‘thing’ and ‘fellow’; and the faces of both editors began to glow with defiance. </p> <p> - ‘The ribaldry of this miserable man is despicably disgusting,’ said Pott, + ‘The ribaldry of this miserable man is despicably disgusting,’ said Pott, pretending to address Bob Sawyer, and scowling upon Slurk. </p> <p> @@ -40438,42 +40370,42 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger him. </p> <p> - ‘What an impudent blunderer this fellow is,’ said Pott, turning from pink + ‘What an impudent blunderer this fellow is,’ said Pott, turning from pink to crimson. </p> <p> - ‘Did you ever read any of this man’s foolery, Sir?’ inquired Slurk of Bob + ‘Did you ever read any of this man’s foolery, Sir?’ inquired Slurk of Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘Never,’ replied Bob; ‘is it very bad?’ + ‘Never,’ replied Bob; ‘is it very bad?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, shocking! shocking!’ rejoined Slurk. + ‘Oh, shocking! shocking!’ rejoined Slurk. </p> <p> - ‘Really! Dear me, this is too atrocious!’ exclaimed Pott, at this + ‘Really! Dear me, this is too atrocious!’ exclaimed Pott, at this juncture; still feigning to be absorbed in his reading. </p> <p> - ‘If you can wade through a few sentences of malice, meanness, falsehood, - perjury, treachery, and cant,’ said Slurk, handing the paper to Bob, ‘you + ‘If you can wade through a few sentences of malice, meanness, falsehood, + perjury, treachery, and cant,’ said Slurk, handing the paper to Bob, ‘you will, perhaps, be somewhat repaid by a laugh at the style of this - ungrammatical twaddler.’ + ungrammatical twaddler.’ </p> <p> - ‘What’s that you said, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Pott, looking up, trembling all + ‘What’s that you said, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Pott, looking up, trembling all over with passion. </p> <p> - ‘What’s that to you, sir?’ replied Slurk. + ‘What’s that to you, sir?’ replied Slurk. </p> <p> - ‘Ungrammatical twaddler, was it, sir?’ said Pott. + ‘Ungrammatical twaddler, was it, sir?’ said Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir, it was,’ replied Slurk; ‘and <i>blue bore</i>, Sir, if you like - that better; ha! ha!’ + ‘Yes, sir, it was,’ replied Slurk; ‘and <i>blue bore</i>, Sir, if you like + that better; ha! ha!’ </p> <p> Mr. Pott retorted not a word at this jocose insult, but deliberately @@ -40482,43 +40414,43 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger it into the fire. </p> <p> - ‘There, sir,’ said Pott, retreating from the stove, ‘and that’s the way I + ‘There, sir,’ said Pott, retreating from the stove, ‘and that’s the way I would serve the viper who produces it, if I were not, fortunately for him, - restrained by the laws of my country.’ + restrained by the laws of my country.’ </p> <p> - ‘Serve him so, sir!’ cried Slurk, starting up. ‘Those laws shall never be - appealed to by him, sir, in such a case. Serve him so, sir!’ + ‘Serve him so, sir!’ cried Slurk, starting up. ‘Those laws shall never be + appealed to by him, sir, in such a case. Serve him so, sir!’ </p> <p> - ‘Hear! hear!’ said Bob Sawyer. + ‘Hear! hear!’ said Bob Sawyer. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing can be fairer,’ observed Mr. Ben Allen. + ‘Nothing can be fairer,’ observed Mr. Ben Allen. </p> <p> - ‘Serve him so, sir!’ reiterated Slurk, in a loud voice. + ‘Serve him so, sir!’ reiterated Slurk, in a loud voice. </p> <p> Mr. Pott darted a look of contempt, which might have withered an anchor. </p> <p> - ‘Serve him so, sir!’ reiterated Slurk, in a louder voice than before. + ‘Serve him so, sir!’ reiterated Slurk, in a louder voice than before. </p> <p> - ‘I will not, sir,’ rejoined Pott. + ‘I will not, sir,’ rejoined Pott. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, you won’t, won’t you, sir?’ said Mr. Slurk, in a taunting manner; - ‘you hear this, gentlemen! He won’t; not that he’s afraid—, oh, no! - he <i>won’t</i>. Ha! ha!’ + ‘Oh, you won’t, won’t you, sir?’ said Mr. Slurk, in a taunting manner; + ‘you hear this, gentlemen! He won’t; not that he’s afraid—, oh, no! + he <i>won’t</i>. Ha! ha!’ </p> <p> - ‘I consider you, sir,’ said Mr. Pott, moved by this sarcasm, ‘I consider + ‘I consider you, sir,’ said Mr. Pott, moved by this sarcasm, ‘I consider you a viper. I look upon you, sir, as a man who has placed himself beyond the pale of society, by his most audacious, disgraceful, and abominable public conduct. I view you, sir, personally and politically, in no other - light than as a most unparalleled and unmitigated viper.’ + light than as a most unparalleled and unmitigated viper.’ </p> <p> The indignant Independent did not wait to hear the end of this personal @@ -40536,9 +40468,9 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/20432.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘Gentlemen,’ cried Mr. Pickwick, as Pott started up and seized the - fire-shovel—‘gentlemen! Consider, for Heaven’s sake—help—Sam—here—pray, - gentlemen—interfere, somebody.’ + ‘Gentlemen,’ cried Mr. Pickwick, as Pott started up and seized the + fire-shovel—‘gentlemen! Consider, for Heaven’s sake—help—Sam—here—pray, + gentlemen—interfere, somebody.’ </p> <p> Uttering these incoherent exclamations, Mr. Pickwick rushed between the @@ -40550,16 +40482,16 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger attention to Mr. Pickwick, but defying each other with great spirit, plied the carpet-bag and the fire-shovel most fearlessly. Mr. Pickwick would unquestionably have suffered severely for his humane interference, if Mr. - Weller, attracted by his master’s cries, had not rushed in at the moment, + Weller, attracted by his master’s cries, had not rushed in at the moment, and, snatching up a meal-sack, effectually stopped the conflict by drawing it over the head and shoulders of the mighty Pott, and clasping him tight round the shoulders. </p> <p> - ‘Take away that ‘ere bag from the t’other madman,’ said Sam to Ben Allen + ‘Take away that ‘ere bag from the t’other madman,’ said Sam to Ben Allen and Bob Sawyer, who had done nothing but dodge round the group, each with a tortoise-shell lancet in his hand, ready to bleed the first man stunned. - ‘Give it up, you wretched little creetur, or I’ll smother you in it.’ + ‘Give it up, you wretched little creetur, or I’ll smother you in it.’ </p> <p> Awed by these threats, and quite out of breath, the <i>Independent</i> @@ -40567,10 +40499,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger from Pott, set him free with a caution. </p> <p> - ‘You take yourselves off to bed quietly,’ said Sam, ‘or I’ll put you both + ‘You take yourselves off to bed quietly,’ said Sam, ‘or I’ll put you both in it, and let you fight it out vith the mouth tied, as I vould a dozen sich, if they played these games. And you have the goodness to come this - here way, sir, if you please.’ + here way, sir, if you please.’ </p> <p> Thus addressing his master, Sam took him by the arm, and led him off, @@ -40580,7 +40512,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger appointments for mortal combat next day. When they came to think it over, however, it occurred to them that they could do it much better in print, so they recommenced deadly hostilities without delay; and all Eatanswill - rung with their boldness—on paper. + rung with their boldness—on paper. </p> <p> They had taken themselves off in separate coaches, early next morning, @@ -40602,7 +40534,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">C</span>onsidering it a matter of delicacy to abstain from introducing either Bob Sawyer or Ben Allen to the young couple, until they were fully prepared to expect them, - and wishing to spare Arabella’s feelings as much as possible, Mr. Pickwick + and wishing to spare Arabella’s feelings as much as possible, Mr. Pickwick proposed that he and Sam should alight in the neighbourhood of the George and Vulture, and that the two young men should for the present take up their quarters elsewhere. To this they very readily agreed, and the @@ -40613,37 +40545,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger white chalk. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, Mr. Weller,’ said the pretty housemaid, meeting Sam at the door. + ‘Dear me, Mr. Weller,’ said the pretty housemaid, meeting Sam at the door. </p> <p> - ‘Dear <i>me</i> I vish it vos, my dear,’ replied Sam, dropping behind, to - let his master get out of hearing. ‘Wot a sweet-lookin’ creetur you are, - Mary!’ + ‘Dear <i>me</i> I vish it vos, my dear,’ replied Sam, dropping behind, to + let his master get out of hearing. ‘Wot a sweet-lookin’ creetur you are, + Mary!’ </p> <p> - ‘Lor’, Mr. Weller, what nonsense you do talk!’ said Mary. ‘Oh! don’t, Mr. - Weller.’ + ‘Lor’, Mr. Weller, what nonsense you do talk!’ said Mary. ‘Oh! don’t, Mr. + Weller.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t what, my dear?’ said Sam. + ‘Don’t what, my dear?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Why, that,’ replied the pretty housemaid. ‘Lor, do get along with you.’ + ‘Why, that,’ replied the pretty housemaid. ‘Lor, do get along with you.’ Thus admonishing him, the pretty housemaid pushed Sam against the wall, declaring that he had tumbled her cap, and put her hair quite out of curl. </p> <p> - ‘And prevented what I was going to say, besides,’ added Mary. ‘There’s a - letter been waiting here for you four days; you hadn’t gone away, half an - hour, when it came; and more than that, it’s got “immediate,” on the - outside.’ + ‘And prevented what I was going to say, besides,’ added Mary. ‘There’s a + letter been waiting here for you four days; you hadn’t gone away, half an + hour, when it came; and more than that, it’s got “immediate,” on the + outside.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vere is it, my love?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Vere is it, my love?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘I took care of it, for you, or I dare say it would have been lost long - before this,’ replied Mary. ‘There, take it; it’s more than you deserve.’ + ‘I took care of it, for you, or I dare say it would have been lost long + before this,’ replied Mary. ‘There, take it; it’s more than you deserve.’ </p> <p> With these words, after many pretty little coquettish doubts and fears, @@ -40652,8 +40584,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger thereupon kissed it with much gallantry and devotion. </p> <p> - ‘My goodness me!’ said Mary, adjusting the tucker, and feigning - unconsciousness, ‘you seem to have grown very fond of it all at once.’ + ‘My goodness me!’ said Mary, adjusting the tucker, and feigning + unconsciousness, ‘you seem to have grown very fond of it all at once.’ </p> <p> To this Mr. Weller only replied by a wink, the intense meaning of which no @@ -40662,44 +40594,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger contents. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ exclaimed Sam, ‘wot’s all this?’ + ‘Hollo!’ exclaimed Sam, ‘wot’s all this?’ </p> <p> - ‘Nothing the matter, I hope?’ said Mary, peeping over his shoulder. + ‘Nothing the matter, I hope?’ said Mary, peeping over his shoulder. </p> <p> - ‘Bless them eyes o’ yourn!’ said Sam, looking up. + ‘Bless them eyes o’ yourn!’ said Sam, looking up. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind my eyes; you had much better read your letter,’ said the + ‘Never mind my eyes; you had much better read your letter,’ said the pretty housemaid; and as she said so, she made the eyes twinkle with such slyness and beauty that they were perfectly irresistible. </p> <p> - Sam refreshed himself with a kiss, and read as follows:— + Sam refreshed himself with a kiss, and read as follows:— </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘MARKIS GRAN - ‘By DORKEN - ‘Wensdy. + ‘MARKIS GRAN + ‘By DORKEN + ‘Wensdy. </pre> <p> - ‘My DEAR SAMMLE, + ‘My DEAR SAMMLE, </p> <p> - ‘I am wery sorry to have the pleasure of being a Bear of ill news your + ‘I am wery sorry to have the pleasure of being a Bear of ill news your Mother in law cort cold consekens of imprudently settin too long on the damp grass in the rain a hearin of a shepherd who warnt able to leave off till late at night owen to his having vound his-self up vith brandy and vater and not being able to stop his-self till he got a little sober which - took a many hours to do the doctor says that if she’d svallo’d varm brandy - and vater artervards insted of afore she mightn’t have been no vus her + took a many hours to do the doctor says that if she’d svallo’d varm brandy + and vater artervards insted of afore she mightn’t have been no vus her veels wos immedetly greased and everythink done to set her agoin as could be inwented your father had hopes as she vould have vorked round as usual but just as she wos a turnen the corner my boy she took the wrong road and vent down hill vith a welocity you never see and notvithstandin that the drag wos put on drectly by the medikel man it wornt of no use at all for - she paid the last pike at twenty minutes afore six o’clock yesterday + she paid the last pike at twenty minutes afore six o’clock yesterday evenin havin done the jouney wery much under the reglar time vich praps was partly owen to her haven taken in wery little luggage by the vay your father says that if you vill come and see me Sammy he vill take it as a @@ -40710,72 +40642,72 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger infernally yours </p> <pre xml:space="preserve"> - ‘TONY VELLER.’ + ‘TONY VELLER.’ </pre> <p> - ‘Wot a incomprehensible letter,’ said Sam; ‘who’s to know wot it means, - vith all this he-ing and I-ing! It ain’t my father’s writin’, ‘cept this - here signater in print letters; that’s his.’ + ‘Wot a incomprehensible letter,’ said Sam; ‘who’s to know wot it means, + vith all this he-ing and I-ing! It ain’t my father’s writin’, ‘cept this + here signater in print letters; that’s his.’ </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps he got somebody to write it for him, and signed it himself - afterwards,’ said the pretty housemaid. + ‘Perhaps he got somebody to write it for him, and signed it himself + afterwards,’ said the pretty housemaid. </p> <p> - ‘Stop a minit,’ replied Sam, running over the letter again, and pausing - here and there, to reflect, as he did so. ‘You’ve hit it. The gen’l’m’n as - wrote it wos a-tellin’ all about the misfortun’ in a proper vay, and then - my father comes a-lookin’ over him, and complicates the whole concern by - puttin’ his oar in. That’s just the wery sort o’ thing he’d do. You’re - right, Mary, my dear.’ + ‘Stop a minit,’ replied Sam, running over the letter again, and pausing + here and there, to reflect, as he did so. ‘You’ve hit it. The gen’l’m’n as + wrote it wos a-tellin’ all about the misfortun’ in a proper vay, and then + my father comes a-lookin’ over him, and complicates the whole concern by + puttin’ his oar in. That’s just the wery sort o’ thing he’d do. You’re + right, Mary, my dear.’ </p> <p> Having satisfied himself on this point, Sam read the letter all over, once more, and, appearing to form a clear notion of its contents for the first - time, ejaculated thoughtfully, as he folded it up— + time, ejaculated thoughtfully, as he folded it up— </p> <p> - ‘And so the poor creetur’s dead! I’m sorry for it. She warn’t a - bad-disposed ‘ooman, if them shepherds had let her alone. I’m wery sorry - for it.’ + ‘And so the poor creetur’s dead! I’m sorry for it. She warn’t a + bad-disposed ‘ooman, if them shepherds had let her alone. I’m wery sorry + for it.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller uttered these words in so serious a manner, that the pretty housemaid cast down her eyes and looked very grave. </p> <p> - ‘Hows’ever,’ said Sam, putting the letter in his pocket with a gentle - sigh, ‘it wos to be—and wos, as the old lady said arter she’d - married the footman. Can’t be helped now, can it, Mary?’ + ‘Hows’ever,’ said Sam, putting the letter in his pocket with a gentle + sigh, ‘it wos to be—and wos, as the old lady said arter she’d + married the footman. Can’t be helped now, can it, Mary?’ </p> <p> Mary shook her head, and sighed too. </p> <p> - ‘I must apply to the hemperor for leave of absence,’ said Sam. + ‘I must apply to the hemperor for leave of absence,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - Mary sighed again—the letter was so very affecting. + Mary sighed again—the letter was so very affecting. </p> <p> - ‘Good-bye!’ said Sam. + ‘Good-bye!’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Good-bye,’ rejoined the pretty housemaid, turning her head away. + ‘Good-bye,’ rejoined the pretty housemaid, turning her head away. </p> <p> - ‘Well, shake hands, won’t you?’ said Sam. + ‘Well, shake hands, won’t you?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - The pretty housemaid put out a hand which, although it was a housemaid’s, + The pretty housemaid put out a hand which, although it was a housemaid’s, was a very small one, and rose to go. </p> <p> - ‘I shan’t be wery long avay,’ said Sam. + ‘I shan’t be wery long avay,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘You’re always away,’ said Mary, giving her head the slightest possible - toss in the air. ‘You no sooner come, Mr. Weller, than you go again.’ + ‘You’re always away,’ said Mary, giving her head the slightest possible + toss in the air. ‘You no sooner come, Mr. Weller, than you go again.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller drew the household beauty closer to him, and entered upon a @@ -40788,31 +40720,31 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger upstairs. </p> <p> - ‘I shan’t be avay more than a day, or two, Sir, at the furthest,’ said + ‘I shan’t be avay more than a day, or two, Sir, at the furthest,’ said Sam, when he had communicated to Mr. Pickwick the intelligence of his - father’s loss. + father’s loss. </p> <p> - ‘As long as may be necessary, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘you have my - full permission to remain.’ + ‘As long as may be necessary, Sam,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘you have my + full permission to remain.’ </p> <p> Sam bowed. </p> <p> - ‘You will tell your father, Sam, that if I can be of any assistance to him + ‘You will tell your father, Sam, that if I can be of any assistance to him in his present situation, I shall be most willing and ready to lend him - any aid in my power,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + any aid in my power,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, sir,’ rejoined Sam. ‘I’ll mention it, sir.’ + ‘Thank’ee, sir,’ rejoined Sam. ‘I’ll mention it, sir.’ </p> <p> And with some expressions of mutual good-will and interest, master and man separated. </p> <p> - It was just seven o’clock when Samuel Weller, alighting from the box of a + It was just seven o’clock when Samuel Weller, alighting from the box of a stage-coach which passed through Dorking, stood within a few hundred yards of the Marquis of Granby. It was a cold, dull evening; the little street looked dreary and dismal; and the mahogany countenance of the noble and @@ -40836,90 +40768,90 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger negligently down. Mr. Weller was in a very abstracted and contemplative mood. Notwithstanding that Sam called him by name several times, he still continued to smoke with the same fixed and quiet countenance, and was only - roused ultimately by his son’s placing the palm of his hand on his + roused ultimately by his son’s placing the palm of his hand on his shoulder. </p> <p> - ‘Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘you’re welcome.’ + ‘Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘you’re welcome.’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ve been a-callin’ to you half a dozen times,’ said Sam, hanging his hat - on a peg, ‘but you didn’t hear me.’ + ‘I’ve been a-callin’ to you half a dozen times,’ said Sam, hanging his hat + on a peg, ‘but you didn’t hear me.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, again looking thoughtfully at the fire. - ‘I was in a referee, Sammy.’ + ‘No, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, again looking thoughtfully at the fire. + ‘I was in a referee, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot about?’ inquired Sam, drawing his chair up to the fire. + ‘Wot about?’ inquired Sam, drawing his chair up to the fire. </p> <p> - ‘In a referee, Sammy,’ replied the elder Mr. Weller, ‘regarding <i>her</i>, - Samivel.’ Here Mr. Weller jerked his head in the direction of Dorking + ‘In a referee, Sammy,’ replied the elder Mr. Weller, ‘regarding <i>her</i>, + Samivel.’ Here Mr. Weller jerked his head in the direction of Dorking churchyard, in mute explanation that his words referred to the late Mrs. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I wos a-thinkin’, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, eyeing his son, with great + ‘I wos a-thinkin’, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, eyeing his son, with great earnestness, over his pipe, as if to assure him that however extraordinary and incredible the declaration might appear, it was nevertheless calmly - and deliberately uttered. ‘I wos a-thinkin’, Sammy, that upon the whole I - wos wery sorry she wos gone.’ + and deliberately uttered. ‘I wos a-thinkin’, Sammy, that upon the whole I + wos wery sorry she wos gone.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vell, and so you ought to be,’ replied Sam. + ‘Vell, and so you ought to be,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> Mr. Weller nodded his acquiescence in the sentiment, and again fastening his eyes on the fire, shrouded himself in a cloud, and mused deeply. </p> <p> - ‘Those wos wery sensible observations as she made, Sammy,’ said Mr. + ‘Those wos wery sensible observations as she made, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, driving the smoke away with his hand, after a long silence. </p> <p> - ‘Wot observations?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Wot observations?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Them as she made, arter she was took ill,’ replied the old gentleman. + ‘Them as she made, arter she was took ill,’ replied the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Wot was they?’ + ‘Wot was they?’ </p> <p> - ‘Somethin’ to this here effect. “Veller,” she says, “I’m afeered I’ve not - done by you quite wot I ought to have done; you’re a wery kind-hearted - man, and I might ha’ made your home more comfortabler. I begin to see - now,” she says, “ven it’s too late, that if a married ‘ooman vishes to be - religious, she should begin vith dischargin’ her dooties at home, and - makin’ them as is about her cheerful and happy, and that vile she goes to + ‘Somethin’ to this here effect. “Veller,” she says, “I’m afeered I’ve not + done by you quite wot I ought to have done; you’re a wery kind-hearted + man, and I might ha’ made your home more comfortabler. I begin to see + now,” she says, “ven it’s too late, that if a married ‘ooman vishes to be + religious, she should begin vith dischargin’ her dooties at home, and + makin’ them as is about her cheerful and happy, and that vile she goes to church, or chapel, or wot not, at all proper times, she should be wery - careful not to con-wert this sort o’ thing into a excuse for idleness or - self-indulgence. I have done this,” she says, “and I’ve vasted time and - substance on them as has done it more than me; but I hope ven I’m gone, - Veller, that you’ll think on me as I wos afore I know’d them people, and - as I raly wos by natur.” ‘“Susan,” says I—I wos took up wery short - by this, Samivel; I von’t deny it, my boy—“Susan,” I says, “you’ve - been a wery good vife to me, altogether; don’t say nothin’ at all about - it; keep a good heart, my dear; and you’ll live to see me punch that ‘ere - Stiggins’s head yet.” She smiled at this, Samivel,’ said the old - gentleman, stifling a sigh with his pipe, ‘but she died arter all!’ - </p> - <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Sam, venturing to offer a little homely consolation, after + careful not to con-wert this sort o’ thing into a excuse for idleness or + self-indulgence. I have done this,” she says, “and I’ve vasted time and + substance on them as has done it more than me; but I hope ven I’m gone, + Veller, that you’ll think on me as I wos afore I know’d them people, and + as I raly wos by natur.” ‘“Susan,” says I—I wos took up wery short + by this, Samivel; I von’t deny it, my boy—“Susan,” I says, “you’ve + been a wery good vife to me, altogether; don’t say nothin’ at all about + it; keep a good heart, my dear; and you’ll live to see me punch that ‘ere + Stiggins’s head yet.” She smiled at this, Samivel,’ said the old + gentleman, stifling a sigh with his pipe, ‘but she died arter all!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Vell,’ said Sam, venturing to offer a little homely consolation, after the lapse of three or four minutes, consumed by the old gentleman in - slowly shaking his head from side to side, and solemnly smoking, ‘vell, - gov’nor, ve must all come to it, one day or another.’ + slowly shaking his head from side to side, and solemnly smoking, ‘vell, + gov’nor, ve must all come to it, one day or another.’ </p> <p> - ‘So we must, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller the elder. + ‘So we must, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller the elder. </p> <p> - ‘There’s a Providence in it all,’ said Sam. + ‘There’s a Providence in it all,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘O’ course there is,’ replied his father, with a nod of grave approval. - ‘Wot ‘ud become of the undertakers vithout it, Sammy?’ + ‘O’ course there is,’ replied his father, with a nod of grave approval. + ‘Wot ‘ud become of the undertakers vithout it, Sammy?’ </p> <p> Lost in the immense field of conjecture opened by this reflection, the @@ -40930,37 +40862,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger While the old gentleman was thus engaged, a very buxom-looking cook, dressed in mourning, who had been bustling about, in the bar, glided into the room, and bestowing many smirks of recognition upon Sam, silently - stationed herself at the back of his father’s chair, and announced her + stationed herself at the back of his father’s chair, and announced her presence by a slight cough, the which, being disregarded, was followed by a louder one. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ said the elder Mr. Weller, dropping the poker as he looked round, - and hastily drew his chair away. ‘Wot’s the matter now?’ + ‘Hollo!’ said the elder Mr. Weller, dropping the poker as he looked round, + and hastily drew his chair away. ‘Wot’s the matter now?’ </p> <p> - ‘Have a cup of tea, there’s a good soul,’ replied the buxom female + ‘Have a cup of tea, there’s a good soul,’ replied the buxom female coaxingly. </p> <p> - ‘I von’t,’ replied Mr. Weller, in a somewhat boisterous manner. ‘I’ll see - you—’ Mr. Weller hastily checked himself, and added in a low tone, - ‘furder fust.’ + ‘I von’t,’ replied Mr. Weller, in a somewhat boisterous manner. ‘I’ll see + you—’ Mr. Weller hastily checked himself, and added in a low tone, + ‘furder fust.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, dear, dear! How adwersity does change people!’ said the lady, looking + ‘Oh, dear, dear! How adwersity does change people!’ said the lady, looking upwards. </p> <p> - ‘It’s the only thing ‘twixt this and the doctor as shall change my - condition,’ muttered Mr. Weller. + ‘It’s the only thing ‘twixt this and the doctor as shall change my + condition,’ muttered Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘I really never saw a man so cross,’ said the buxom female. + ‘I really never saw a man so cross,’ said the buxom female. </p> <p> - ‘Never mind. It’s all for my own good; vich is the reflection vith vich - the penitent school-boy comforted his feelin’s ven they flogged him,’ + ‘Never mind. It’s all for my own good; vich is the reflection vith vich + the penitent school-boy comforted his feelin’s ven they flogged him,’ rejoined the old gentleman. </p> <p> @@ -40969,58 +40901,58 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger make an effort to keep up, and not give way to that lowness of spirits. </p> <p> - ‘You see, Mr. Samuel,’ said the buxom female, ‘as I was telling him - yesterday, he will feel lonely, he can’t expect but what he should, sir, - but he should keep up a good heart, because, dear me, I’m sure we all pity - his loss, and are ready to do anything for him; and there’s no situation - in life so bad, Mr. Samuel, that it can’t be mended. Which is what a very - worthy person said to me when my husband died.’ Here the speaker, putting + ‘You see, Mr. Samuel,’ said the buxom female, ‘as I was telling him + yesterday, he will feel lonely, he can’t expect but what he should, sir, + but he should keep up a good heart, because, dear me, I’m sure we all pity + his loss, and are ready to do anything for him; and there’s no situation + in life so bad, Mr. Samuel, that it can’t be mended. Which is what a very + worthy person said to me when my husband died.’ Here the speaker, putting her hand before her mouth, coughed again, and looked affectionately at the elder Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘As I don’t rekvire any o’ your conversation just now, mum, vill you have - the goodness to re-tire?’ inquired Mr. Weller, in a grave and steady + ‘As I don’t rekvire any o’ your conversation just now, mum, vill you have + the goodness to re-tire?’ inquired Mr. Weller, in a grave and steady voice. </p> <p> - ‘Well, Mr. Weller,’ said the buxom female, ‘I’m sure I only spoke to you - out of kindness.’ + ‘Well, Mr. Weller,’ said the buxom female, ‘I’m sure I only spoke to you + out of kindness.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery likely, mum,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Samivel, show the lady out, and - shut the door after her.’ + ‘Wery likely, mum,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Samivel, show the lady out, and + shut the door after her.’ </p> <p> This hint was not lost upon the buxom female; for she at once left the room, and slammed the door behind her, upon which Mr. Weller, senior, - falling back in his chair in a violent perspiration, said— + falling back in his chair in a violent perspiration, said— </p> <p> - ‘Sammy, if I wos to stop here alone vun week—only vun week, my boy—that - ‘ere ‘ooman ‘ud marry me by force and wiolence afore it was over.’ + ‘Sammy, if I wos to stop here alone vun week—only vun week, my boy—that + ‘ere ‘ooman ‘ud marry me by force and wiolence afore it was over.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot! is she so wery fond on you?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Wot! is she so wery fond on you?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Fond!’ replied his father. ‘I can’t keep her avay from me. If I was - locked up in a fireproof chest vith a patent Brahmin, she’d find means to - get at me, Sammy.’ + ‘Fond!’ replied his father. ‘I can’t keep her avay from me. If I was + locked up in a fireproof chest vith a patent Brahmin, she’d find means to + get at me, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot a thing it is to be so sought arter!’ observed Sam, smiling. + ‘Wot a thing it is to be so sought arter!’ observed Sam, smiling. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t take no pride out on it, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, poking the - fire vehemently, ‘it’s a horrid sitiwation. I’m actiwally drove out o’ - house and home by it. The breath was scarcely out o’ your poor - mother-in-law’s body, ven vun old ‘ooman sends me a pot o’ jam, and - another a pot o’ jelly, and another brews a blessed large jug o’ - camomile-tea, vich she brings in vith her own hands.’ Mr. Weller paused + ‘I don’t take no pride out on it, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, poking the + fire vehemently, ‘it’s a horrid sitiwation. I’m actiwally drove out o’ + house and home by it. The breath was scarcely out o’ your poor + mother-in-law’s body, ven vun old ‘ooman sends me a pot o’ jam, and + another a pot o’ jelly, and another brews a blessed large jug o’ + camomile-tea, vich she brings in vith her own hands.’ Mr. Weller paused with an aspect of intense disgust, and looking round, added in a whisper, - ‘They wos all widders, Sammy, all on ‘em, ‘cept the camomile-tea vun, as - wos a single young lady o’ fifty-three.’ + ‘They wos all widders, Sammy, all on ‘em, ‘cept the camomile-tea vun, as + wos a single young lady o’ fifty-three.’ </p> <p> Sam gave a comical look in reply, and the old gentleman having broken an @@ -41029,110 +40961,110 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger last-mentioned, said: </p> <p> - ‘In short, Sammy, I feel that I ain’t safe anyveres but on the box.’ + ‘In short, Sammy, I feel that I ain’t safe anyveres but on the box.’ </p> <p> - ‘How are you safer there than anyveres else?’ interrupted Sam. + ‘How are you safer there than anyveres else?’ interrupted Sam. </p> <p> - ‘’Cos a coachman’s a privileged indiwidual,’ replied Mr. Weller, looking - fixedly at his son. ‘’Cos a coachman may do vithout suspicion wot other - men may not; ‘cos a coachman may be on the wery amicablest terms with - eighty mile o’ females, and yet nobody think that he ever means to marry - any vun among ‘em. And wot other man can say the same, Sammy?’ + ‘’Cos a coachman’s a privileged indiwidual,’ replied Mr. Weller, looking + fixedly at his son. ‘’Cos a coachman may do vithout suspicion wot other + men may not; ‘cos a coachman may be on the wery amicablest terms with + eighty mile o’ females, and yet nobody think that he ever means to marry + any vun among ‘em. And wot other man can say the same, Sammy?’ </p> <p> - ‘Vell, there’s somethin’ in that,’ said Sam. + ‘Vell, there’s somethin’ in that,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘If your gov’nor had been a coachman,’ reasoned Mr. Weller, ‘do you s’pose - as that ‘ere jury ‘ud ever ha’ conwicted him, s’posin’ it possible as the - matter could ha’ gone to that extremity? They dustn’t ha’ done it.’ + ‘If your gov’nor had been a coachman,’ reasoned Mr. Weller, ‘do you s’pose + as that ‘ere jury ‘ud ever ha’ conwicted him, s’posin’ it possible as the + matter could ha’ gone to that extremity? They dustn’t ha’ done it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wy not?’ said Sam, rather disparagingly. + ‘Wy not?’ said Sam, rather disparagingly. </p> <p> - ‘Wy not!’ rejoined Mr. Weller; ‘’cos it ‘ud ha’ gone agin their - consciences. A reg’lar coachman’s a sort o’ con-nectin’ link betwixt - singleness and matrimony, and every practicable man knows it.’ + ‘Wy not!’ rejoined Mr. Weller; ‘’cos it ‘ud ha’ gone agin their + consciences. A reg’lar coachman’s a sort o’ con-nectin’ link betwixt + singleness and matrimony, and every practicable man knows it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot! You mean, they’re gen’ral favorites, and nobody takes adwantage on - ‘em, p’raps?’ said Sam. + ‘Wot! You mean, they’re gen’ral favorites, and nobody takes adwantage on + ‘em, p’raps?’ said Sam. </p> <p> His father nodded. </p> <p> - ‘How it ever come to that ‘ere pass,’ resumed the parent Weller, ‘I can’t + ‘How it ever come to that ‘ere pass,’ resumed the parent Weller, ‘I can’t say. Wy it is that long-stage coachmen possess such insiniwations, and is - alvays looked up to—a-dored I may say—by ev’ry young ‘ooman in - ev’ry town he vurks through, I don’t know. I only know that so it is. It’s - a regulation of natur—a dispensary, as your poor mother-in-law used - to say.’ + alvays looked up to—a-dored I may say—by ev’ry young ‘ooman in + ev’ry town he vurks through, I don’t know. I only know that so it is. It’s + a regulation of natur—a dispensary, as your poor mother-in-law used + to say.’ </p> <p> - ‘A dispensation,’ said Sam, correcting the old gentleman. + ‘A dispensation,’ said Sam, correcting the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, Samivel, a dispensation if you like it better,’ returned Mr. - Weller; ‘I call it a dispensary, and it’s always writ up so, at the places - vere they gives you physic for nothin’ in your own bottles; that’s all.’ + ‘Wery good, Samivel, a dispensation if you like it better,’ returned Mr. + Weller; ‘I call it a dispensary, and it’s always writ up so, at the places + vere they gives you physic for nothin’ in your own bottles; that’s all.’ </p> <p> With these words, Mr. Weller refilled and relighted his pipe, and once more summoning up a meditative expression of countenance, continued as - follows— + follows— </p> <p> - ‘Therefore, my boy, as I do not see the adwisability o’ stoppin here to be + ‘Therefore, my boy, as I do not see the adwisability o’ stoppin here to be married vether I vant to or not, and as at the same time I do not vish to - separate myself from them interestin’ members o’ society altogether, I - have come to the determination o’ driving the Safety, and puttin’ up vunce - more at the Bell Savage, vich is my nat’ral born element, Sammy.’ + separate myself from them interestin’ members o’ society altogether, I + have come to the determination o’ driving the Safety, and puttin’ up vunce + more at the Bell Savage, vich is my nat’ral born element, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘And wot’s to become o’ the bis’ness?’ inquired Sam. + ‘And wot’s to become o’ the bis’ness?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘The bis’ness, Samivel,’ replied the old gentleman, ‘good-vill, stock, and - fixters, vill be sold by private contract; and out o’ the money, two - hundred pound, agreeable to a rekvest o’ your mother-in-law’s to me, a - little afore she died, vill be invested in your name in—What do you - call them things agin?’ + ‘The bis’ness, Samivel,’ replied the old gentleman, ‘good-vill, stock, and + fixters, vill be sold by private contract; and out o’ the money, two + hundred pound, agreeable to a rekvest o’ your mother-in-law’s to me, a + little afore she died, vill be invested in your name in—What do you + call them things agin?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot things?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Wot things?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Them things as is always a-goin’ up and down, in the city.’ + ‘Them things as is always a-goin’ up and down, in the city.’ </p> <p> - ‘Omnibuses?’ suggested Sam. + ‘Omnibuses?’ suggested Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Them things as is alvays a-fluctooatin’, - and gettin’ theirselves inwolved somehow or another vith the national - debt, and the chequers bill; and all that.’ + ‘Nonsense,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Them things as is alvays a-fluctooatin’, + and gettin’ theirselves inwolved somehow or another vith the national + debt, and the chequers bill; and all that.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh! the funds,’ said Sam. + ‘Oh! the funds,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ rejoined Mr. Weller, ‘the funs; two hundred pounds o’ the money is + ‘Ah!’ rejoined Mr. Weller, ‘the funs; two hundred pounds o’ the money is to be inwested for you, Samivel, in the funs; four and a half per cent. - reduced counsels, Sammy.’ + reduced counsels, Sammy.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery kind o’ the old lady to think o’ me,’ said Sam, ‘and I’m wery much - obliged to her.’ + ‘Wery kind o’ the old lady to think o’ me,’ said Sam, ‘and I’m wery much + obliged to her.’ </p> <p> - ‘The rest will be inwested in my name,’ continued the elder Mr. Weller; - ‘and wen I’m took off the road, it’ll come to you, so take care you don’t - spend it all at vunst, my boy, and mind that no widder gets a inklin’ o’ - your fortun’, or you’re done.’ + ‘The rest will be inwested in my name,’ continued the elder Mr. Weller; + ‘and wen I’m took off the road, it’ll come to you, so take care you don’t + spend it all at vunst, my boy, and mind that no widder gets a inklin’ o’ + your fortun’, or you’re done.’ </p> <p> Having delivered this warning, Mr. Weller resumed his pipe with a more @@ -41140,10 +41072,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger eased his mind considerably. </p> <p> - ‘Somebody’s a-tappin’ at the door,’ said Sam. + ‘Somebody’s a-tappin’ at the door,’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Let ‘em tap,’ replied his father, with dignity. + ‘Let ‘em tap,’ replied his father, with dignity. </p> <p> Sam acted upon the direction. There was another tap, and another, and then @@ -41151,14 +41083,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger admitted. </p> <p> - ‘Hush,’ whispered Mr. Weller, with apprehensive looks, ‘don’t take no - notice on ‘em, Sammy, it’s vun o’ the widders, p’raps.’ + ‘Hush,’ whispered Mr. Weller, with apprehensive looks, ‘don’t take no + notice on ‘em, Sammy, it’s vun o’ the widders, p’raps.’ </p> <p> No notice being taken of the taps, the unseen visitor, after a short lapse, ventured to open the door and peep in. It was no female head that was thrust in at the partially-opened door, but the long black locks and - red face of Mr. Stiggins. Mr. Weller’s pipe fell from his hands. + red face of Mr. Stiggins. Mr. Weller’s pipe fell from his hands. </p> <p> The reverend gentleman gradually opened the door by almost imperceptible @@ -41184,67 +41116,67 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger stirred the fire; after that, he rubbed his hands and looked at Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, my young friend,’ said Mr. Stiggins, breaking the silence, in a very - low voice, ‘here’s a sorrowful affliction!’ + ‘Oh, my young friend,’ said Mr. Stiggins, breaking the silence, in a very + low voice, ‘here’s a sorrowful affliction!’ </p> <p> Sam nodded very slightly. </p> <p> - ‘For the man of wrath, too!’ added Mr. Stiggins; ‘it makes a vessel’s - heart bleed!’ + ‘For the man of wrath, too!’ added Mr. Stiggins; ‘it makes a vessel’s + heart bleed!’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller was overheard by his son to murmur something relative to making - a vessel’s nose bleed; but Mr. Stiggins heard him not. + a vessel’s nose bleed; but Mr. Stiggins heard him not. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know, young man,’ whispered Mr. Stiggins, drawing his chair closer - to Sam, ‘whether she has left Emanuel anything?’ + ‘Do you know, young man,’ whispered Mr. Stiggins, drawing his chair closer + to Sam, ‘whether she has left Emanuel anything?’ </p> <p> - ‘Who’s he?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Who’s he?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘The chapel,’ replied Mr. Stiggins; ‘our chapel; our fold, Mr. Samuel.’ + ‘The chapel,’ replied Mr. Stiggins; ‘our chapel; our fold, Mr. Samuel.’ </p> <p> - ‘She hasn’t left the fold nothin’, nor the shepherd nothin’, nor the - animals nothin’,’ said Sam decisively; ‘nor the dogs neither.’ + ‘She hasn’t left the fold nothin’, nor the shepherd nothin’, nor the + animals nothin’,’ said Sam decisively; ‘nor the dogs neither.’ </p> <p> Mr. Stiggins looked slily at Sam; glanced at the old gentleman, who was sitting with his eyes closed, as if asleep; and drawing his chair still - nearer, said— + nearer, said— </p> <p> - ‘Nothing for <i>me</i>, Mr. Samuel?’ + ‘Nothing for <i>me</i>, Mr. Samuel?’ </p> <p> Sam shook his head. </p> <p> - ‘I think there’s something,’ said Stiggins, turning as pale as he could - turn. ‘Consider, Mr. Samuel; no little token?’ + ‘I think there’s something,’ said Stiggins, turning as pale as he could + turn. ‘Consider, Mr. Samuel; no little token?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not so much as the vorth o’ that ‘ere old umberella o’ yourn,’ replied + ‘Not so much as the vorth o’ that ‘ere old umberella o’ yourn,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps,’ said Mr. Stiggins hesitatingly, after a few moments’ deep - thought, ‘perhaps she recommended me to the care of the man of wrath, Mr. - Samuel?’ + ‘Perhaps,’ said Mr. Stiggins hesitatingly, after a few moments’ deep + thought, ‘perhaps she recommended me to the care of the man of wrath, Mr. + Samuel?’ </p> <p> - ‘I think that’s wery likely, from what he said,’ rejoined Sam; ‘he wos - a-speakin’ about you, jist now.’ + ‘I think that’s wery likely, from what he said,’ rejoined Sam; ‘he wos + a-speakin’ about you, jist now.’ </p> <p> - ‘Was he, though?’ exclaimed Stiggins, brightening up. ‘Ah! He’s changed, I + ‘Was he, though?’ exclaimed Stiggins, brightening up. ‘Ah! He’s changed, I dare say. We might live very comfortably together now, Mr. Samuel, eh? I - could take care of his property when you are away—good care, you - see.’ + could take care of his property when you are away—good care, you + see.’ </p> <p> Heaving a long-drawn sigh, Mr. Stiggins paused for a response. Sam nodded, @@ -41272,34 +41204,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger rum-and-water in his face, and the glass itself into the grate. Then, seizing the reverend gentleman firmly by the collar, he suddenly fell to kicking him most furiously, accompanying every application of his top-boot - to Mr. Stiggins’s person, with sundry violent and incoherent anathemas + to Mr. Stiggins’s person, with sundry violent and incoherent anathemas upon his limbs, eyes, and body. </p> <p> - ‘Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘put my hat on tight for me.’ + ‘Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘put my hat on tight for me.’ </p> <p> Sam dutifully adjusted the hat with the long hatband more firmly on his - father’s head, and the old gentleman, resuming his kicking with greater + father’s head, and the old gentleman, resuming his kicking with greater agility than before, tumbled with Mr. Stiggins through the bar, and - through the passage, out at the front door, and so into the street—the + through the passage, out at the front door, and so into the street—the kicking continuing the whole way, and increasing in vehemence, rather than diminishing, every time the top-boot was lifted. </p> <p> It was a beautiful and exhilarating sight to see the red-nosed man - writhing in Mr. Weller’s grasp, and his whole frame quivering with anguish + writhing in Mr. Weller’s grasp, and his whole frame quivering with anguish as kick followed kick in rapid succession; it was a still more exciting spectacle to behold Mr. Weller, after a powerful struggle, immersing Mr. - Stiggins’s head in a horse-trough full of water, and holding it there, + Stiggins’s head in a horse-trough full of water, and holding it there, until he was half suffocated. </p> <p> - ‘There!’ said Mr. Weller, throwing all his energy into one most + ‘There!’ said Mr. Weller, throwing all his energy into one most complicated kick, as he at length permitted Mr. Stiggins to withdraw his - head from the trough, ‘send any vun o’ them lazy shepherds here, and I’ll + head from the trough, ‘send any vun o’ them lazy shepherds here, and I’ll pound him to a jelly first, and drownd him artervards! Sammy, help me in, - and fill me a small glass of brandy. I’m out o’ breath, my boy.’ + and fill me a small glass of brandy. I’m out o’ breath, my boy.’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0053" id="link2HCH0053"> @@ -41310,8 +41242,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </div> <h2> CHAPTER LIII. COMPRISING THE FINAL EXIT OF MR. JINGLE AND JOB TROTTER, - WITH A GREAT MORNING OF BUSINESS IN GRAY’S INN SQUARE—CONCLUDING - WITH A DOUBLE KNOCK AT MR. PERKER’S DOOR + WITH A GREAT MORNING OF BUSINESS IN GRAY’S INN SQUARE—CONCLUDING + WITH A DOUBLE KNOCK AT MR. PERKER’S DOOR </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">W</span>hen Arabella, @@ -41323,28 +41255,28 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and his son. </p> <p> - ‘My dear girl,’ said Mr. Pickwick kindly, ‘it is no fault of yours. It was + ‘My dear girl,’ said Mr. Pickwick kindly, ‘it is no fault of yours. It was impossible to foresee that the old gentleman would be so strongly - prepossessed against his son’s marriage, you know. I am sure,’ added Mr. - Pickwick, glancing at her pretty face, ‘he can have very little idea of - the pleasure he denies himself.’ + prepossessed against his son’s marriage, you know. I am sure,’ added Mr. + Pickwick, glancing at her pretty face, ‘he can have very little idea of + the pleasure he denies himself.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, my dear Mr. Pickwick,’ said Arabella, ‘what shall we do, if he - continues to be angry with us?’ + ‘Oh, my dear Mr. Pickwick,’ said Arabella, ‘what shall we do, if he + continues to be angry with us?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, wait patiently, my dear, until he thinks better of it,’ replied Mr. + ‘Why, wait patiently, my dear, until he thinks better of it,’ replied Mr. Pickwick cheerfully. </p> <p> - ‘But, dear Mr. Pickwick, what is to become of Nathaniel if his father - withdraws his assistance?’ urged Arabella. + ‘But, dear Mr. Pickwick, what is to become of Nathaniel if his father + withdraws his assistance?’ urged Arabella. </p> <p> - ‘In that case, my love,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, ‘I will venture to + ‘In that case, my love,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, ‘I will venture to prophesy that he will find some other friend who will not be backward in - helping him to start in the world.’ + helping him to start in the world.’ </p> <p> The significance of this reply was not so well disguised by Mr. Pickwick @@ -41352,13 +41284,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger kissing him affectionately, she sobbed louder than before. </p> <p> - ‘Come, come,’ said Mr. Pickwick taking her hand, ‘we will wait here a few + ‘Come, come,’ said Mr. Pickwick taking her hand, ‘we will wait here a few days longer, and see whether he writes or takes any other notice of your - husband’s communication. If not, I have thought of half a dozen plans, any - one of which would make you happy at once. There, my dear, there!’ + husband’s communication. If not, I have thought of half a dozen plans, any + one of which would make you happy at once. There, my dear, there!’ </p> <p> - With these words, Mr. Pickwick gently pressed Arabella’s hand, and bade + With these words, Mr. Pickwick gently pressed Arabella’s hand, and bade her dry her eyes, and not distress her husband. Upon which, Arabella, who was one of the best little creatures alive, put her handkerchief in her reticule, and by the time Mr. Winkle joined them, exhibited in full lustre @@ -41366,30 +41298,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger him. </p> <p> - ‘This is a distressing predicament for these young people,’ thought Mr. - Pickwick, as he dressed himself next morning. ‘I’ll walk up to Perker’s, - and consult him about the matter.’ + ‘This is a distressing predicament for these young people,’ thought Mr. + Pickwick, as he dressed himself next morning. ‘I’ll walk up to Perker’s, + and consult him about the matter.’ </p> <p> - As Mr. Pickwick was further prompted to betake himself to Gray’s Inn + As Mr. Pickwick was further prompted to betake himself to Gray’s Inn Square by an anxious desire to come to a pecuniary settlement with the kind-hearted little attorney without further delay, he made a hurried - breakfast, and executed his intention so speedily, that ten o’clock had - not struck when he reached Gray’s Inn. + breakfast, and executed his intention so speedily, that ten o’clock had + not struck when he reached Gray’s Inn. </p> <p> It still wanted ten minutes to the hour when he had ascended the staircase - on which Perker’s chambers were. The clerks had not arrived yet, and he + on which Perker’s chambers were. The clerks had not arrived yet, and he beguiled the time by looking out of the staircase window. </p> <p> The healthy light of a fine October morning made even the dingy old houses brighten up a little; some of the dusty windows actually looking almost - cheerful as the sun’s rays gleamed upon them. Clerk after clerk hastened + cheerful as the sun’s rays gleamed upon them. Clerk after clerk hastened into the square by one or other of the entrances, and looking up at the Hall clock, accelerated or decreased his rate of walking according to the time at which his office hours nominally commenced; the half-past nine - o’clock people suddenly becoming very brisk, and the ten o’clock gentlemen + o’clock people suddenly becoming very brisk, and the ten o’clock gentlemen falling into a pace of most aristocratic slowness. The clock struck ten, and clerks poured in faster than ever, each one in a greater perspiration than his predecessor. The noise of unlocking and opening doors echoed and @@ -41399,24 +41331,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger was in a bustle. </p> <p> - ‘You’re early, Mr. Pickwick,’ said a voice behind him. + ‘You’re early, Mr. Pickwick,’ said a voice behind him. </p> <p> - ‘Ah, Mr. Lowten,’ replied that gentleman, looking round, and recognising + ‘Ah, Mr. Lowten,’ replied that gentleman, looking round, and recognising his old acquaintance. </p> <p> - ‘Precious warm walking, isn’t it?’ said Lowten, drawing a Bramah key from + ‘Precious warm walking, isn’t it?’ said Lowten, drawing a Bramah key from his pocket, with a small plug therein, to keep the dust out. </p> <p> - ‘You appear to feel it so,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling at the clerk, + ‘You appear to feel it so,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, smiling at the clerk, who was literally red-hot. </p> <p> - ‘I’ve come along, rather, I can tell you,’ replied Lowten. ‘It went the - half hour as I came through the Polygon. I’m here before him, though, so I - don’t mind.’ + ‘I’ve come along, rather, I can tell you,’ replied Lowten. ‘It went the + half hour as I came through the Polygon. I’m here before him, though, so I + don’t mind.’ </p> <p> Comforting himself with this reflection, Mr. Lowten extracted the plug @@ -41429,255 +41361,255 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger behind his ear, rubbed his hands with an air of great satisfaction. </p> <p> - ‘There, you see, Mr. Pickwick,’ he said, ‘now I’m complete. I’ve got my + ‘There, you see, Mr. Pickwick,’ he said, ‘now I’m complete. I’ve got my office coat on, and my pad out, and let him come as soon as he likes. You - haven’t got a pinch of snuff about you, have you?’ + haven’t got a pinch of snuff about you, have you?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, I have not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘No, I have not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I’m sorry for it,’ said Lowten. ‘Never mind. I’ll run out presently, and - get a bottle of soda. Don’t I look rather queer about the eyes, Mr. - Pickwick?’ + ‘I’m sorry for it,’ said Lowten. ‘Never mind. I’ll run out presently, and + get a bottle of soda. Don’t I look rather queer about the eyes, Mr. + Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - The individual appealed to, surveyed Mr. Lowten’s eyes from a distance, + The individual appealed to, surveyed Mr. Lowten’s eyes from a distance, and expressed his opinion that no unusual queerness was perceptible in those features. </p> <p> - ‘I’m glad of it,’ said Lowten. ‘We were keeping it up pretty tolerably at - the Stump last night, and I’m rather out of sorts this morning. Perker’s - been about that business of yours, by the bye.’ + ‘I’m glad of it,’ said Lowten. ‘We were keeping it up pretty tolerably at + the Stump last night, and I’m rather out of sorts this morning. Perker’s + been about that business of yours, by the bye.’ </p> <p> - ‘What business?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. ‘Mrs. Bardell’s costs?’ + ‘What business?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. ‘Mrs. Bardell’s costs?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, I don’t mean that,’ replied Mr. Lowten. ‘About getting that customer + ‘No, I don’t mean that,’ replied Mr. Lowten. ‘About getting that customer that we paid the ten shillings in the pound to the bill-discounter for, on - your account—to get him out of the Fleet, you know—about - getting him to Demerara.’ + your account—to get him out of the Fleet, you know—about + getting him to Demerara.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Mr. Jingle,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily. ‘Yes. Well?’ + ‘Oh, Mr. Jingle,’ said Mr. Pickwick hastily. ‘Yes. Well?’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, it’s all arranged,’ said Lowten, mending his pen. ‘The agent at + ‘Well, it’s all arranged,’ said Lowten, mending his pen. ‘The agent at Liverpool said he had been obliged to you many times when you were in - business, and he would be glad to take him on your recommendation.’ + business, and he would be glad to take him on your recommendation.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s well,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am delighted to hear it.’ + ‘That’s well,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am delighted to hear it.’ </p> <p> - ‘But I say,’ resumed Lowten, scraping the back of the pen preparatory to - making a fresh split, ‘what a soft chap that other is!’ + ‘But I say,’ resumed Lowten, scraping the back of the pen preparatory to + making a fresh split, ‘what a soft chap that other is!’ </p> <p> - ‘Which other?’ + ‘Which other?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, that servant, or friend, or whatever he is; you know, Trotter.’ + ‘Why, that servant, or friend, or whatever he is; you know, Trotter.’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah!’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. ‘I always thought him the reverse.’ + ‘Ah!’ said Mr. Pickwick, with a smile. ‘I always thought him the reverse.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, and so did I, from what little I saw of him,’ replied Lowten, ‘it + ‘Well, and so did I, from what little I saw of him,’ replied Lowten, ‘it only shows how one may be deceived. What do you think of his going to - Demerara, too?’ + Demerara, too?’ </p> <p> - ‘What! And giving up what was offered him here!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What! And giving up what was offered him here!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Treating Perker’s offer of eighteen bob a week, and a rise if he behaved - himself, like dirt,’ replied Lowten. ‘He said he must go along with the - other one, and so they persuaded Perker to write again, and they’ve got + ‘Treating Perker’s offer of eighteen bob a week, and a rise if he behaved + himself, like dirt,’ replied Lowten. ‘He said he must go along with the + other one, and so they persuaded Perker to write again, and they’ve got him something on the same estate; not near so good, Perker says, as a convict would get in New South Wales, if he appeared at his trial in a new - suit of clothes.’ + suit of clothes.’ </p> <p> - ‘Foolish fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with glistening eyes. ‘Foolish - fellow.’ + ‘Foolish fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, with glistening eyes. ‘Foolish + fellow.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, it’s worse than foolish; it’s downright sneaking, you know,’ replied - Lowten, nibbing the pen with a contemptuous face. ‘He says that he’s the - only friend he ever had, and he’s attached to him, and all that. - Friendship’s a very good thing in its way—we are all very friendly + ‘Oh, it’s worse than foolish; it’s downright sneaking, you know,’ replied + Lowten, nibbing the pen with a contemptuous face. ‘He says that he’s the + only friend he ever had, and he’s attached to him, and all that. + Friendship’s a very good thing in its way—we are all very friendly and comfortable at the Stump, for instance, over our grog, where every man pays for himself; but damn hurting yourself for anybody else, you know! No - man should have more than two attachments—the first, to number one, - and the second to the ladies; that’s what I say—ha! ha!’ Mr. Lowten + man should have more than two attachments—the first, to number one, + and the second to the ladies; that’s what I say—ha! ha!’ Mr. Lowten concluded with a loud laugh, half in jocularity, and half in derision, - which was prematurely cut short by the sound of Perker’s footsteps on the + which was prematurely cut short by the sound of Perker’s footsteps on the stairs, at the first approach of which, he vaulted on his stool with an agility most remarkable, and wrote intensely. </p> <p> The greeting between Mr. Pickwick and his professional adviser was warm - and cordial; the client was scarcely ensconced in the attorney’s + and cordial; the client was scarcely ensconced in the attorney’s arm-chair, however, when a knock was heard at the door, and a voice inquired whether Mr. Perker was within. </p> <p> - ‘Hark!’ said Perker, ‘that’s one of our vagabond friends—Jingle - himself, my dear Sir. Will you see him?’ + ‘Hark!’ said Perker, ‘that’s one of our vagabond friends—Jingle + himself, my dear Sir. Will you see him?’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you think?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, hesitating. + ‘What do you think?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, hesitating. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, I think you had better. Here, you Sir, what’s your name, walk in, - will you?’ + ‘Yes, I think you had better. Here, you Sir, what’s your name, walk in, + will you?’ </p> <p> In compliance with this unceremonious invitation, Jingle and Job walked into the room, but, seeing Mr. Pickwick, stopped short in some confusion. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said Perker, ‘don’t you know that gentleman?’ + ‘Well,’ said Perker, ‘don’t you know that gentleman?’ </p> <p> - ‘Good reason to,’ replied Mr. Jingle, stepping forward. ‘Mr. Pickwick—deepest - obligations—life preserver—made a man of me—you shall - never repent it, Sir.’ + ‘Good reason to,’ replied Mr. Jingle, stepping forward. ‘Mr. Pickwick—deepest + obligations—life preserver—made a man of me—you shall + never repent it, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am happy to hear you say so,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘You look much - better.’ + ‘I am happy to hear you say so,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘You look much + better.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thanks to you, sir—great change—Majesty’s Fleet—unwholesome - place—very,’ said Jingle, shaking his head. He was decently and + ‘Thanks to you, sir—great change—Majesty’s Fleet—unwholesome + place—very,’ said Jingle, shaking his head. He was decently and cleanly dressed, and so was Job, who stood bolt upright behind him, staring at Mr. Pickwick with a visage of iron. </p> <p> - ‘When do they go to Liverpool?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, half aside to + ‘When do they go to Liverpool?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick, half aside to Perker. </p> <p> - ‘This evening, Sir, at seven o’clock,’ said Job, taking one step forward. - ‘By the heavy coach from the city, Sir.’ + ‘This evening, Sir, at seven o’clock,’ said Job, taking one step forward. + ‘By the heavy coach from the city, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Are your places taken?’ + ‘Are your places taken?’ </p> <p> - ‘They are, sir,’ replied Job. + ‘They are, sir,’ replied Job. </p> <p> - ‘You have fully made up your mind to go?’ + ‘You have fully made up your mind to go?’ </p> <p> - ‘I have sir,’ answered Job. + ‘I have sir,’ answered Job. </p> <p> - ‘With regard to such an outfit as was indispensable for Jingle,’ said - Perker, addressing Mr. Pickwick aloud. ‘I have taken upon myself to make + ‘With regard to such an outfit as was indispensable for Jingle,’ said + Perker, addressing Mr. Pickwick aloud. ‘I have taken upon myself to make an arrangement for the deduction of a small sum from his quarterly salary, which, being made only for one year, and regularly remitted, will provide for that expense. I entirely disapprove of your doing anything for him, my - dear sir, which is not dependent on his own exertions and good conduct.’ + dear sir, which is not dependent on his own exertions and good conduct.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ interposed Jingle, with great firmness. ‘Clear head—man - of the world—quite right—perfectly.’ + ‘Certainly,’ interposed Jingle, with great firmness. ‘Clear head—man + of the world—quite right—perfectly.’ </p> <p> - ‘By compounding with his creditor, releasing his clothes from the - pawnbroker’s, relieving him in prison, and paying for his passage,’ - continued Perker, without noticing Jingle’s observation, ‘you have already - lost upwards of fifty pounds.’ + ‘By compounding with his creditor, releasing his clothes from the + pawnbroker’s, relieving him in prison, and paying for his passage,’ + continued Perker, without noticing Jingle’s observation, ‘you have already + lost upwards of fifty pounds.’ </p> <p> - ‘Not lost,’ said Jingle hastily, ‘Pay it all—stick to business—cash - up—every farthing. Yellow fever, perhaps—can’t help that—if - not—’ Here Mr. Jingle paused, and striking the crown of his hat with + ‘Not lost,’ said Jingle hastily, ‘Pay it all—stick to business—cash + up—every farthing. Yellow fever, perhaps—can’t help that—if + not—’ Here Mr. Jingle paused, and striking the crown of his hat with great violence, passed his hand over his eyes, and sat down. </p> <p> - ‘He means to say,’ said Job, advancing a few paces, ‘that if he is not + ‘He means to say,’ said Job, advancing a few paces, ‘that if he is not carried off by the fever, he will pay the money back again. If he lives, - he will, Mr. Pickwick. I will see it done. I know he will, Sir,’ said Job, - with energy. ‘I could undertake to swear it.’ + he will, Mr. Pickwick. I will see it done. I know he will, Sir,’ said Job, + with energy. ‘I could undertake to swear it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, who had been bestowing a score or two of + ‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, who had been bestowing a score or two of frowns upon Perker, to stop his summary of benefits conferred, which the - little attorney obstinately disregarded, ‘you must be careful not to play + little attorney obstinately disregarded, ‘you must be careful not to play any more desperate cricket matches, Mr. Jingle, or to renew your acquaintance with Sir Thomas Blazo, and I have little doubt of your - preserving your health.’ + preserving your health.’ </p> <p> Mr. Jingle smiled at this sally, but looked rather foolish - notwithstanding; so Mr. Pickwick changed the subject by saying— + notwithstanding; so Mr. Pickwick changed the subject by saying— </p> <p> - ‘You don’t happen to know, do you, what has become of another friend of - yours—a more humble one, whom I saw at Rochester?’ + ‘You don’t happen to know, do you, what has become of another friend of + yours—a more humble one, whom I saw at Rochester?’ </p> <p> - ‘Dismal Jemmy?’ inquired Jingle. + ‘Dismal Jemmy?’ inquired Jingle. </p> <p> - ‘Yes.’ + ‘Yes.’ </p> <p> Jingle shook his head. </p> <p> - ‘Clever rascal—queer fellow, hoaxing genius—Job’s brother.’ + ‘Clever rascal—queer fellow, hoaxing genius—Job’s brother.’ </p> <p> - ‘Job’s brother!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. ‘Well, now I look at him closely, - there <i>is</i> a likeness.’ + ‘Job’s brother!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. ‘Well, now I look at him closely, + there <i>is</i> a likeness.’ </p> <p> - ‘We were always considered like each other, Sir,’ said Job, with a cunning - look just lurking in the corners of his eyes, ‘only I was really of a + ‘We were always considered like each other, Sir,’ said Job, with a cunning + look just lurking in the corners of his eyes, ‘only I was really of a serious nature, and he never was. He emigrated to America, Sir, in consequence of being too much sought after here, to be comfortable; and - has never been heard of since.’ + has never been heard of since.’ </p> <p> - ‘That accounts for my not having received the “page from the romance of - real life,” which he promised me one morning when he appeared to be - contemplating suicide on Rochester Bridge, I suppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick, - smiling. ‘I need not inquire whether his dismal behaviour was natural or - assumed.’ + ‘That accounts for my not having received the “page from the romance of + real life,” which he promised me one morning when he appeared to be + contemplating suicide on Rochester Bridge, I suppose,’ said Mr. Pickwick, + smiling. ‘I need not inquire whether his dismal behaviour was natural or + assumed.’ </p> <p> - ‘He could assume anything, Sir,’ said Job. ‘You may consider yourself very + ‘He could assume anything, Sir,’ said Job. ‘You may consider yourself very fortunate in having escaped him so easily. On intimate terms he would have - been even a more dangerous acquaintance than—’ Job looked at Jingle, - hesitated, and finally added, ‘than—than-myself even.’ + been even a more dangerous acquaintance than—’ Job looked at Jingle, + hesitated, and finally added, ‘than—than-myself even.’ </p> <p> - ‘A hopeful family yours, Mr. Trotter,’ said Perker, sealing a letter which + ‘A hopeful family yours, Mr. Trotter,’ said Perker, sealing a letter which he had just finished writing. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir,’ replied Job. ‘Very much so.’ + ‘Yes, Sir,’ replied Job. ‘Very much so.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said the little man, laughing, ‘I hope you are going to disgrace + ‘Well,’ said the little man, laughing, ‘I hope you are going to disgrace it. Deliver this letter to the agent when you reach Liverpool, and let me advise you, gentlemen, not to be too knowing in the West Indies. If you throw away this chance, you will both richly deserve to be hanged, as I sincerely trust you will be. And now you had better leave Mr. Pickwick and - me alone, for we have other matters to talk over, and time is precious.’ + me alone, for we have other matters to talk over, and time is precious.’ As Perker said this, he looked towards the door, with an evident desire to render the leave-taking as brief as possible. </p> <p> - It was brief enough on Mr. Jingle’s part. He thanked the little attorney + It was brief enough on Mr. Jingle’s part. He thanked the little attorney in a few hurried words for the kindness and promptitude with which he had rendered his assistance, and, turning to his benefactor, stood for a few seconds as if irresolute what to say or how to act. Job Trotter relieved @@ -41685,45 +41617,45 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger took his friend gently by the arm, and led him away. </p> <p> - ‘A worthy couple!’ said Perker, as the door closed behind them. + ‘A worthy couple!’ said Perker, as the door closed behind them. </p> <p> - ‘I hope they may become so,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘What do you think? Is - there any chance of their permanent reformation?’ + ‘I hope they may become so,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘What do you think? Is + there any chance of their permanent reformation?’ </p> <p> - Perker shrugged his shoulders doubtfully, but observing Mr. Pickwick’s - anxious and disappointed look, rejoined— + Perker shrugged his shoulders doubtfully, but observing Mr. Pickwick’s + anxious and disappointed look, rejoined— </p> <p> - ‘Of course there is a chance. I hope it may prove a good one. They are + ‘Of course there is a chance. I hope it may prove a good one. They are unquestionably penitent now; but then, you know, they have the recollection of very recent suffering fresh upon them. What they may become, when that fades away, is a problem that neither you nor I can - solve. However, my dear Sir,’ added Perker, laying his hand on Mr. - Pickwick’s shoulder, ‘your object is equally honourable, whatever the + solve. However, my dear Sir,’ added Perker, laying his hand on Mr. + Pickwick’s shoulder, ‘your object is equally honourable, whatever the result is. Whether that species of benevolence which is so very cautious and long-sighted that it is seldom exercised at all, lest its owner should be imposed upon, and so wounded in his self-love, be real charity or a worldly counterfeit, I leave to wiser heads than mine to determine. But if those two fellows were to commit a burglary to-morrow, my opinion of this - action would be equally high.’ + action would be equally high.’ </p> <p> With these remarks, which were delivered in a much more animated and earnest manner than is usual in legal gentlemen, Perker drew his chair to - his desk, and listened to Mr. Pickwick’s recital of old Mr. Winkle’s + his desk, and listened to Mr. Pickwick’s recital of old Mr. Winkle’s obstinacy. </p> <p> - ‘Give him a week,’ said Perker, nodding his head prophetically. + ‘Give him a week,’ said Perker, nodding his head prophetically. </p> <p> - ‘Do you think he will come round?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Do you think he will come round?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I think he will,’ rejoined Perker. ‘If not, we must try the young lady’s - persuasion; and that is what anybody but you would have done at first.’ + ‘I think he will,’ rejoined Perker. ‘If not, we must try the young lady’s + persuasion; and that is what anybody but you would have done at first.’ </p> <p> Mr. Perker was taking a pinch of snuff with various grotesque contractions @@ -41732,35 +41664,35 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger office, and Lowten tapped at the door. </p> <p> - ‘Come in!’ cried the little man. + ‘Come in!’ cried the little man. </p> <p> The clerk came in, and shut the door after him, with great mystery. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired Perker. + ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired Perker. </p> <p> - ‘You’re wanted, Sir.’ + ‘You’re wanted, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Who wants me?’ + ‘Who wants me?’ </p> <p> Lowten looked at Mr. Pickwick, and coughed. </p> <p> - ‘Who wants me? Can’t you speak, Mr. Lowten?’ + ‘Who wants me? Can’t you speak, Mr. Lowten?’ </p> <p> - ‘Why, sir,’ replied Lowten, ‘it’s Dodson; and Fogg is with him.’ + ‘Why, sir,’ replied Lowten, ‘it’s Dodson; and Fogg is with him.’ </p> <p> - ‘Bless my life!’ said the little man, looking at his watch, ‘I appointed + ‘Bless my life!’ said the little man, looking at his watch, ‘I appointed them to be here at half-past eleven, to settle that matter of yours, Pickwick. I gave them an undertaking on which they sent down your - discharge; it’s very awkward, my dear Sir; what will you do? Would you - like to step into the next room?’ + discharge; it’s very awkward, my dear Sir; what will you do? Would you + like to step into the next room?’ </p> <p> The next room being the identical room in which Messrs. Dodson & Fogg @@ -41771,27 +41703,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger many marks of indignation. </p> <p> - ‘Very well, my dear Sir, very well,’ replied Perker, ‘I can only say that + ‘Very well, my dear Sir, very well,’ replied Perker, ‘I can only say that if you expect either Dodson or Fogg to exhibit any symptom of shame or confusion at having to look you, or anybody else, in the face, you are the most sanguine man in your expectations that I ever met with. Show them in, - Mr. Lowten.’ + Mr. Lowten.’ </p> <p> Mr. Lowten disappeared with a grin, and immediately returned ushering in - the firm, in due form of precedence—Dodson first, and Fogg + the firm, in due form of precedence—Dodson first, and Fogg afterwards. </p> <p> - ‘You have seen Mr. Pickwick, I believe?’ said Perker to Dodson, inclining + ‘You have seen Mr. Pickwick, I believe?’ said Perker to Dodson, inclining his pen in the direction where that gentleman was seated. </p> <p> - ‘How do you do, Mr. Pickwick?’ said Dodson, in a loud voice. + ‘How do you do, Mr. Pickwick?’ said Dodson, in a loud voice. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me,’ cried Fogg, ‘how do you do, Mr. Pickwick? I hope you are well, - Sir. I thought I knew the face,’ said Fogg, drawing up a chair, and + ‘Dear me,’ cried Fogg, ‘how do you do, Mr. Pickwick? I hope you are well, + Sir. I thought I knew the face,’ said Fogg, drawing up a chair, and looking round him with a smile. </p> <p> @@ -41800,56 +41732,56 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger walked to the window. </p> <p> - ‘There’s no occasion for Mr. Pickwick to move, Mr. Perker,’ said Fogg, + ‘There’s no occasion for Mr. Pickwick to move, Mr. Perker,’ said Fogg, untying the red tape which encircled the little bundle, and smiling again - more sweetly than before. ‘Mr. Pickwick is pretty well acquainted with - these proceedings. There are no secrets between us, I think. He! he! he!’ + more sweetly than before. ‘Mr. Pickwick is pretty well acquainted with + these proceedings. There are no secrets between us, I think. He! he! he!’ </p> <p> - ‘Not many, I think,’ said Dodson. ‘Ha! ha! ha!’ Then both the partners - laughed together—pleasantly and cheerfully, as men who are going to + ‘Not many, I think,’ said Dodson. ‘Ha! ha! ha!’ Then both the partners + laughed together—pleasantly and cheerfully, as men who are going to receive money often do. </p> <p> - ‘We shall make Mr. Pickwick pay for peeping,’ said Fogg, with considerable - native humour, as he unfolded his papers. ‘The amount of the taxed costs - is one hundred and thirty-three, six, four, Mr. Perker.’ + ‘We shall make Mr. Pickwick pay for peeping,’ said Fogg, with considerable + native humour, as he unfolded his papers. ‘The amount of the taxed costs + is one hundred and thirty-three, six, four, Mr. Perker.’ </p> <p> There was a great comparing of papers, and turning over of leaves, by Fogg and Perker, after this statement of profit and loss. Meanwhile, Dodson - said, in an affable manner, to Mr. Pickwick— + said, in an affable manner, to Mr. Pickwick— </p> <p> - ‘I don’t think you are looking quite so stout as when I had the pleasure - of seeing you last, Mr. Pickwick.’ + ‘I don’t think you are looking quite so stout as when I had the pleasure + of seeing you last, Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> - ‘Possibly not, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, who had been flashing forth + ‘Possibly not, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, who had been flashing forth looks of fierce indignation, without producing the smallest effect on - either of the sharp practitioners; ‘I believe I am not, Sir. I have been - persecuted and annoyed by scoundrels of late, Sir.’ + either of the sharp practitioners; ‘I believe I am not, Sir. I have been + persecuted and annoyed by scoundrels of late, Sir.’ </p> <p> - Perker coughed violently, and asked Mr. Pickwick whether he wouldn’t like + Perker coughed violently, and asked Mr. Pickwick whether he wouldn’t like to look at the morning paper. To which inquiry Mr. Pickwick returned a most decided negative. </p> <p> - ‘True,’ said Dodson, ‘I dare say you have been annoyed in the Fleet; there + ‘True,’ said Dodson, ‘I dare say you have been annoyed in the Fleet; there are some odd gentry there. Whereabouts were your apartments, Mr. - Pickwick?’ + Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - ‘My one room,’ replied that much-injured gentleman, ‘was on the - coffee-room flight.’ + ‘My one room,’ replied that much-injured gentleman, ‘was on the + coffee-room flight.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, indeed!’ said Dodson. ‘I believe that is a very pleasant part of the - establishment.’ + ‘Oh, indeed!’ said Dodson. ‘I believe that is a very pleasant part of the + establishment.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very,’ replied Mr. Pickwick drily. + ‘Very,’ replied Mr. Pickwick drily. </p> <p> There was a coolness about all this, which, to a gentleman of an excitable @@ -41861,152 +41793,152 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Dodson, he felt the blood in his cheeks tingling with indignation. </p> <p> - ‘Now, Mr. Dodson,’ said Fogg, putting up the pocket-book and drawing on - his gloves, ‘I am at your service.’ + ‘Now, Mr. Dodson,’ said Fogg, putting up the pocket-book and drawing on + his gloves, ‘I am at your service.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ said Dodson, rising; ‘I am quite ready.’ + ‘Very good,’ said Dodson, rising; ‘I am quite ready.’ </p> <p> - ‘I am very happy,’ said Fogg, softened by the cheque, ‘to have had the - pleasure of making Mr. Pickwick’s acquaintance. I hope you don’t think + ‘I am very happy,’ said Fogg, softened by the cheque, ‘to have had the + pleasure of making Mr. Pickwick’s acquaintance. I hope you don’t think quite so ill of us, Mr. Pickwick, as when we first had the pleasure of - seeing you.’ + seeing you.’ </p> <p> - ‘I hope not,’ said Dodson, with the high tone of calumniated virtue. ‘Mr. + ‘I hope not,’ said Dodson, with the high tone of calumniated virtue. ‘Mr. Pickwick now knows us better, I trust; whatever your opinion of gentlemen of our profession may be, I beg to assure you, sir, that I bear no ill-will or vindictive feeling towards you for the sentiments you thought - proper to express in our office in Freeman’s Court, Cornhill, on the - occasion to which my partner has referred.’ + proper to express in our office in Freeman’s Court, Cornhill, on the + occasion to which my partner has referred.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no, no; nor I,’ said Fogg, in a most forgiving manner. + ‘Oh, no, no; nor I,’ said Fogg, in a most forgiving manner. </p> <p> - ‘Our conduct, Sir,’ said Dodson, ‘will speak for itself, and justify + ‘Our conduct, Sir,’ said Dodson, ‘will speak for itself, and justify itself, I hope, upon every occasion. We have been in the profession some years, Mr. Pickwick, and have been honoured with the confidence of many - excellent clients. I wish you good-morning, Sir.’ + excellent clients. I wish you good-morning, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Good-morning, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Fogg. So saying, he put his umbrella + ‘Good-morning, Mr. Pickwick,’ said Fogg. So saying, he put his umbrella under his arm, drew off his right glove, and extended the hand of reconciliation to that most indignant gentleman; who, thereupon, thrust his hands beneath his coat tails, and eyed the attorney with looks of scornful amazement. </p> <p> - ‘Lowten!’ cried Perker, at this moment. ‘Open the door.’ + ‘Lowten!’ cried Perker, at this moment. ‘Open the door.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wait one instant,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Perker, I <i>will </i>speak.’ + ‘Wait one instant,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘Perker, I <i>will </i>speak.’ </p> <p> - ‘My dear Sir, pray let the matter rest where it is,’ said the little + ‘My dear Sir, pray let the matter rest where it is,’ said the little attorney, who had been in a state of nervous apprehension during the whole - interview; ‘Mr. Pickwick, I beg—’ + interview; ‘Mr. Pickwick, I beg—’ </p> <p> - ‘I will not be put down, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick hastily. ‘Mr. Dodson, - you have addressed some remarks to me.’ + ‘I will not be put down, Sir,’ replied Mr. Pickwick hastily. ‘Mr. Dodson, + you have addressed some remarks to me.’ </p> <p> Dodson turned round, bent his head meekly, and smiled. </p> <p> - ‘Some remarks to me,’ repeated Mr. Pickwick, almost breathless; ‘and your + ‘Some remarks to me,’ repeated Mr. Pickwick, almost breathless; ‘and your partner has tendered me his hand, and you have both assumed a tone of forgiveness and high-mindedness, which is an extent of impudence that I - was not prepared for, even in you.’ + was not prepared for, even in you.’ </p> <p> - ‘What, sir!’ exclaimed Dodson. + ‘What, sir!’ exclaimed Dodson. </p> <p> - ‘What, sir!’ reiterated Fogg. + ‘What, sir!’ reiterated Fogg. </p> <p> - ‘Do you know that I have been the victim of your plots and conspiracies?’ - continued Mr. Pickwick. ‘Do you know that I am the man whom you have been + ‘Do you know that I have been the victim of your plots and conspiracies?’ + continued Mr. Pickwick. ‘Do you know that I am the man whom you have been imprisoning and robbing? Do you know that you were the attorneys for the - plaintiff, in Bardell and Pickwick?’ + plaintiff, in Bardell and Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir, we do know it,’ replied Dodson. + ‘Yes, sir, we do know it,’ replied Dodson. </p> <p> - ‘Of course we know it, Sir,’ rejoined Fogg, slapping his pocket—perhaps + ‘Of course we know it, Sir,’ rejoined Fogg, slapping his pocket—perhaps by accident. </p> <p> - ‘I see that you recollect it with satisfaction,’ said Mr. Pickwick, + ‘I see that you recollect it with satisfaction,’ said Mr. Pickwick, attempting to call up a sneer for the first time in his life, and failing - most signally in so doing. ‘Although I have long been anxious to tell you, + most signally in so doing. ‘Although I have long been anxious to tell you, in plain terms, what my opinion of you is, I should have let even this - opportunity pass, in deference to my friend Perker’s wishes, but for the + opportunity pass, in deference to my friend Perker’s wishes, but for the unwarrantable tone you have assumed, and your insolent familiarity. I say - insolent familiarity, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, turning upon Fogg with a + insolent familiarity, sir,’ said Mr. Pickwick, turning upon Fogg with a fierceness of gesture which caused that person to retreat towards the door with great expedition. </p> <p> - ‘Take care, Sir,’ said Dodson, who, though he was the biggest man of the + ‘Take care, Sir,’ said Dodson, who, though he was the biggest man of the party, had prudently entrenched himself behind Fogg, and was speaking over - his head with a very pale face. ‘Let him assault you, Mr. Fogg; don’t - return it on any account.’ + his head with a very pale face. ‘Let him assault you, Mr. Fogg; don’t + return it on any account.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no, I won’t return it,’ said Fogg, falling back a little more as he + ‘No, no, I won’t return it,’ said Fogg, falling back a little more as he spoke; to the evident relief of his partner, who by these means was gradually getting into the outer office. </p> <p> - ‘You are,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, resuming the thread of his discourse—‘you - are a well-matched pair of mean, rascally, pettifogging robbers.’ + ‘You are,’ continued Mr. Pickwick, resuming the thread of his discourse—‘you + are a well-matched pair of mean, rascally, pettifogging robbers.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ interposed Perker, ‘is that all?’ + ‘Well,’ interposed Perker, ‘is that all?’ </p> <p> - ‘It is all summed up in that,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick; ‘they are mean, - rascally, pettifogging robbers.’ + ‘It is all summed up in that,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick; ‘they are mean, + rascally, pettifogging robbers.’ </p> <p> - ‘There!’ said Perker, in a most conciliatory tone. ‘My dear sirs, he has - said all he has to say. Now pray go. Lowten, is that door open?’ + ‘There!’ said Perker, in a most conciliatory tone. ‘My dear sirs, he has + said all he has to say. Now pray go. Lowten, is that door open?’ </p> <p> Mr. Lowten, with a distant giggle, replied in the affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘There, there—good-morning—good-morning—now pray, my - dear sirs—Mr. Lowten, the door!’ cried the little man, pushing - Dodson & Fogg, nothing loath, out of the office; ‘this way, my dear - sirs—now pray don’t prolong this—Dear me—Mr. Lowten—the - door, sir—why don’t you attend?’ + ‘There, there—good-morning—good-morning—now pray, my + dear sirs—Mr. Lowten, the door!’ cried the little man, pushing + Dodson & Fogg, nothing loath, out of the office; ‘this way, my dear + sirs—now pray don’t prolong this—Dear me—Mr. Lowten—the + door, sir—why don’t you attend?’ </p> <p> - ‘If there’s law in England, sir,’ said Dodson, looking towards Mr. - Pickwick, as he put on his hat, ‘you shall smart for this.’ + ‘If there’s law in England, sir,’ said Dodson, looking towards Mr. + Pickwick, as he put on his hat, ‘you shall smart for this.’ </p> <p> - ‘You are a couple of mean—’ + ‘You are a couple of mean—’ </p> <p> - ‘Remember, sir, you pay dearly for this,’ said Fogg. + ‘Remember, sir, you pay dearly for this,’ said Fogg. </p> <p> - ‘—Rascally, pettifogging robbers!’ continued Mr. Pickwick, taking + ‘—Rascally, pettifogging robbers!’ continued Mr. Pickwick, taking not the least notice of the threats that were addressed to him. </p> <p> - ‘Robbers!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, running to the stair-head, as the two + ‘Robbers!’ cried Mr. Pickwick, running to the stair-head, as the two attorneys descended. </p> <p> - ‘Robbers!’ shouted Mr. Pickwick, breaking from Lowten and Perker, and + ‘Robbers!’ shouted Mr. Pickwick, breaking from Lowten and Perker, and thrusting his head out of the staircase window. </p> <p> @@ -42019,20 +41951,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Perker said nothing at all until he had emptied his snuff-box, and sent Lowten out to fill it, when he was seized with a fit of laughing, which lasted five minutes; at the expiration of which time he said that he - supposed he ought to be very angry, but he couldn’t think of the business - seriously yet—when he could, he would be. + supposed he ought to be very angry, but he couldn’t think of the business + seriously yet—when he could, he would be. </p> <p> - ‘Well, now,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘let me have a settlement with you.’ + ‘Well, now,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘let me have a settlement with you.’ </p> <p> - Of the same kind as the last?’ inquired Perker, with another laugh. + Of the same kind as the last?’ inquired Perker, with another laugh. </p> <p> - ‘Not exactly,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, drawing out his pocket-book, and - shaking the little man heartily by the hand, ‘I only mean a pecuniary + ‘Not exactly,’ rejoined Mr. Pickwick, drawing out his pocket-book, and + shaking the little man heartily by the hand, ‘I only mean a pecuniary settlement. You have done me many acts of kindness that I can never repay, - and have no wish to repay, for I prefer continuing the obligation.’ + and have no wish to repay, for I prefer continuing the obligation.’ </p> <p> With this preface, the two friends dived into some very complicated @@ -42048,34 +41980,34 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the person outside had forgotten to leave off. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, what’s that?’ exclaimed Perker, starting. + ‘Dear me, what’s that?’ exclaimed Perker, starting. </p> <p> - ‘I think it is a knock at the door,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as if there could + ‘I think it is a knock at the door,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as if there could be the smallest doubt of the fact. </p> <p> The knocker made a more energetic reply than words could have yielded, for - it continued to hammer with surprising force and noise, without a moment’s + it continued to hammer with surprising force and noise, without a moment’s cessation. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me!’ said Perker, ringing his bell, ‘we shall alarm the inn. Mr. - Lowten, don’t you hear a knock?’ + ‘Dear me!’ said Perker, ringing his bell, ‘we shall alarm the inn. Mr. + Lowten, don’t you hear a knock?’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll answer the door in one moment, Sir,’ replied the clerk. + ‘I’ll answer the door in one moment, Sir,’ replied the clerk. </p> <p> The knocker appeared to hear the response, and to assert that it was quite impossible he could wait so long. It made a stupendous uproar. </p> <p> - ‘It’s quite dreadful,’ said Mr. Pickwick, stopping his ears. + ‘It’s quite dreadful,’ said Mr. Pickwick, stopping his ears. </p> <p> - ‘Make haste, Mr. Lowten,’ Perker called out; ‘we shall have the panels - beaten in.’ + ‘Make haste, Mr. Lowten,’ Perker called out; ‘we shall have the panels + beaten in.’ </p> <p> Mr. Lowten, who was washing his hands in a dark closet, hurried to the @@ -42096,8 +42028,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </h2> <p class="pfirst"> <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>he object that - presented itself to the eyes of the astonished clerk, was a boy—a - wonderfully fat boy—habited as a serving lad, standing upright on + presented itself to the eyes of the astonished clerk, was a boy—a + wonderfully fat boy—habited as a serving lad, standing upright on the mat, with his eyes closed as if in sleep. He had never seen such a fat boy, in or out of a travelling caravan; and this, coupled with the calmness and repose of his appearance, so very different from what was @@ -42105,14 +42037,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger him with wonder. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired the clerk. + ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired the clerk. </p> <p> The extraordinary boy replied not a word; but he nodded once, and seemed, - to the clerk’s imagination, to snore feebly. + to the clerk’s imagination, to snore feebly. </p> <p> - ‘Where do you come from?’ inquired the clerk. + ‘Where do you come from?’ inquired the clerk. </p> <p> The boy made no sign. He breathed heavily, but in all other respects was @@ -42123,32 +42055,32 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger to shut the door, when the boy suddenly opened his eyes, winked several times, sneezed once, and raised his hand as if to repeat the knocking. Finding the door open, he stared about him with astonishment, and at - length fixed his eyes on Mr. Lowten’s face. + length fixed his eyes on Mr. Lowten’s face. </p> <p> - ‘What the devil do you knock in that way for?’ inquired the clerk angrily. + ‘What the devil do you knock in that way for?’ inquired the clerk angrily. </p> <p> - ‘Which way?’ said the boy, in a slow and sleepy voice. + ‘Which way?’ said the boy, in a slow and sleepy voice. </p> <p> - ‘Why, like forty hackney-coachmen,’ replied the clerk. + ‘Why, like forty hackney-coachmen,’ replied the clerk. </p> <p> - ‘Because master said, I wasn’t to leave off knocking till they opened the - door, for fear I should go to sleep,’ said the boy. + ‘Because master said, I wasn’t to leave off knocking till they opened the + door, for fear I should go to sleep,’ said the boy. </p> <p> - ‘Well,’ said the clerk, ‘what message have you brought?’ + ‘Well,’ said the clerk, ‘what message have you brought?’ </p> <p> - ‘He’s downstairs,’ rejoined the boy. + ‘He’s downstairs,’ rejoined the boy. </p> <p> - ‘Who?’ + ‘Who?’ </p> <p> - ‘Master. He wants to know whether you’re at home.’ + ‘Master. He wants to know whether you’re at home.’ </p> <p> Mr. Lowten bethought himself, at this juncture, of looking out of the @@ -42157,7 +42089,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger jumped out directly. </p> <p> - ‘That’s your master in the carriage, I suppose?’ said Lowten. + ‘That’s your master in the carriage, I suppose?’ said Lowten. </p> <p> The boy nodded. @@ -42165,164 +42097,164 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> All further inquiries were superseded by the appearance of old Wardle, who, running upstairs and just recognising Lowten, passed at once into Mr. - Perker’s room. + Perker’s room. </p> <p> - ‘Pickwick!’ said the old gentleman. ‘Your hand, my boy! Why have I never + ‘Pickwick!’ said the old gentleman. ‘Your hand, my boy! Why have I never heard until the day before yesterday of your suffering yourself to be - cooped up in jail? And why did you let him do it, Perker?’ + cooped up in jail? And why did you let him do it, Perker?’ </p> <p> - ‘I couldn’t help it, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker, with a smile and a - pinch of snuff; ‘you know how obstinate he is?’ + ‘I couldn’t help it, my dear Sir,’ replied Perker, with a smile and a + pinch of snuff; ‘you know how obstinate he is?’ </p> <p> - ‘Of course I do; of course I do,’ replied the old gentleman. ‘I am + ‘Of course I do; of course I do,’ replied the old gentleman. ‘I am heartily glad to see him, notwithstanding. I will not lose sight of him - again, in a hurry.’ + again, in a hurry.’ </p> <p> - With these words, Wardle shook Mr. Pickwick’s hand once more, and, having + With these words, Wardle shook Mr. Pickwick’s hand once more, and, having done the same by Perker, threw himself into an arm-chair, his jolly red face shining again with smiles and health. </p> <p> - ‘Well!’ said Wardle. ‘Here are pretty goings on—a pinch of your - snuff, Perker, my boy—never were such times, eh?’ + ‘Well!’ said Wardle. ‘Here are pretty goings on—a pinch of your + snuff, Perker, my boy—never were such times, eh?’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What do you mean?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Mean!’ replied Wardle. ‘Why, I think the girls are all running mad; - that’s no news, you’ll say? Perhaps it’s not; but it’s true, for all - that.’ + ‘Mean!’ replied Wardle. ‘Why, I think the girls are all running mad; + that’s no news, you’ll say? Perhaps it’s not; but it’s true, for all + that.’ </p> <p> - ‘You have not come up to London, of all places in the world, to tell us - that, my dear Sir, have you?’ inquired Perker. + ‘You have not come up to London, of all places in the world, to tell us + that, my dear Sir, have you?’ inquired Perker. </p> <p> - ‘No, not altogether,’ replied Wardle; ‘though it was the main cause of my - coming. How’s Arabella?’ + ‘No, not altogether,’ replied Wardle; ‘though it was the main cause of my + coming. How’s Arabella?’ </p> <p> - ‘Very well,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘and will be delighted to see you, I am - sure.’ + ‘Very well,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘and will be delighted to see you, I am + sure.’ </p> <p> - ‘Black-eyed little jilt!’ replied Wardle. ‘I had a great idea of marrying - her myself, one of these odd days. But I am glad of it too, very glad.’ + ‘Black-eyed little jilt!’ replied Wardle. ‘I had a great idea of marrying + her myself, one of these odd days. But I am glad of it too, very glad.’ </p> <p> - ‘How did the intelligence reach you?’ asked Mr. Pickwick. + ‘How did the intelligence reach you?’ asked Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, it came to my girls, of course,’ replied Wardle. ‘Arabella wrote, the + ‘Oh, it came to my girls, of course,’ replied Wardle. ‘Arabella wrote, the day before yesterday, to say she had made a stolen match without her - husband’s father’s consent, and so you had gone down to get it when his - refusing it couldn’t prevent the match, and all the rest of it. I thought + husband’s father’s consent, and so you had gone down to get it when his + refusing it couldn’t prevent the match, and all the rest of it. I thought it a very good time to say something serious to my girls; so I said what a - dreadful thing it was that children should marry without their parents’ - consent, and so forth; but, bless your hearts, I couldn’t make the least + dreadful thing it was that children should marry without their parents’ + consent, and so forth; but, bless your hearts, I couldn’t make the least impression upon them. They thought it such a much more dreadful thing that there should have been a wedding without bridesmaids, that I might as well - have preached to Joe himself.’ + have preached to Joe himself.’ </p> <p> - Here the old gentleman stopped to laugh; and having done so to his heart’s - content, presently resumed— + Here the old gentleman stopped to laugh; and having done so to his heart’s + content, presently resumed— </p> <p> - ‘But this is not the best of it, it seems. This is only half the + ‘But this is not the best of it, it seems. This is only half the love-making and plotting that have been going forward. We have been - walking on mines for the last six months, and they’re sprung at last.’ + walking on mines for the last six months, and they’re sprung at last.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you mean?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, turning pale; ‘no other secret - marriage, I hope?’ + ‘What do you mean?’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, turning pale; ‘no other secret + marriage, I hope?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no,’ replied old Wardle; ‘not so bad as that; no.’ + ‘No, no,’ replied old Wardle; ‘not so bad as that; no.’ </p> <p> - ‘What then?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick; ‘am I interested in it?’ + ‘What then?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick; ‘am I interested in it?’ </p> <p> - ‘Shall I answer that question, Perker?’ said Wardle. + ‘Shall I answer that question, Perker?’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘If you don’t commit yourself by doing so, my dear Sir.’ + ‘If you don’t commit yourself by doing so, my dear Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well then, you are,’ said Wardle. + ‘Well then, you are,’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘How?’ asked Mr. Pickwick anxiously. ‘In what way?’ + ‘How?’ asked Mr. Pickwick anxiously. ‘In what way?’ </p> <p> - ‘Really,’ replied Wardle, ‘you’re such a fiery sort of a young fellow that + ‘Really,’ replied Wardle, ‘you’re such a fiery sort of a young fellow that I am almost afraid to tell you; but, however, if Perker will sit between - us to prevent mischief, I’ll venture.’ + us to prevent mischief, I’ll venture.’ </p> <p> Having closed the room door, and fortified himself with another - application to Perker’s snuff-box, the old gentleman proceeded with his - great disclosure in these words— + application to Perker’s snuff-box, the old gentleman proceeded with his + great disclosure in these words— </p> <p> - ‘The fact is, that my daughter Bella—Bella, who married young - Trundle, you know.’ + ‘The fact is, that my daughter Bella—Bella, who married young + Trundle, you know.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, yes, we know,’ said Mr. Pickwick impatiently. + ‘Yes, yes, we know,’ said Mr. Pickwick impatiently. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t alarm me at the very beginning. My daughter Bella—Emily - having gone to bed with a headache after she had read Arabella’s letter to - me—sat herself down by my side the other evening, and began to talk - over this marriage affair. “Well, pa,” she says, “what do you think of - it?” “Why, my dear,” I said, “I suppose it’s all very well; I hope it’s - for the best.” I answered in this way because I was sitting before the + ‘Don’t alarm me at the very beginning. My daughter Bella—Emily + having gone to bed with a headache after she had read Arabella’s letter to + me—sat herself down by my side the other evening, and began to talk + over this marriage affair. “Well, pa,” she says, “what do you think of + it?” “Why, my dear,” I said, “I suppose it’s all very well; I hope it’s + for the best.” I answered in this way because I was sitting before the fire at the time, drinking my grog rather thoughtfully, and I knew my throwing in an undecided word now and then, would induce her to continue talking. Both my girls are pictures of their dear mother, and as I grow old I like to sit with only them by me; for their voices and looks carry me back to the happiest period of my life, and make me, for the moment, as - young as I used to be then, though not quite so light-hearted. “It’s quite - a marriage of affection, pa,” said Bella, after a short silence. “Yes, my - dear,” said I, “but such marriages do not always turn out the happiest.”’ + young as I used to be then, though not quite so light-hearted. “It’s quite + a marriage of affection, pa,” said Bella, after a short silence. “Yes, my + dear,” said I, “but such marriages do not always turn out the happiest.”’ </p> <p> - ‘I question that, mind!’ interposed Mr. Pickwick warmly. + ‘I question that, mind!’ interposed Mr. Pickwick warmly. </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ responded Wardle, ‘question anything you like when it’s your - turn to speak, but don’t interrupt me.’ + ‘Very good,’ responded Wardle, ‘question anything you like when it’s your + turn to speak, but don’t interrupt me.’ </p> <p> - ‘I beg your pardon,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I beg your pardon,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Granted,’ replied Wardle. ‘“I am sorry to hear you express your opinion - against marriages of affection, pa,” said Bella, colouring a little. “I - was wrong; I ought not to have said so, my dear, either,” said I, patting - her cheek as kindly as a rough old fellow like me could pat it, “for your - mother’s was one, and so was yours.” “It’s not that I meant, pa,” said - Bella. “The fact is, pa, I wanted to speak to you about Emily.”’ + ‘Granted,’ replied Wardle. ‘“I am sorry to hear you express your opinion + against marriages of affection, pa,” said Bella, colouring a little. “I + was wrong; I ought not to have said so, my dear, either,” said I, patting + her cheek as kindly as a rough old fellow like me could pat it, “for your + mother’s was one, and so was yours.” “It’s not that I meant, pa,” said + Bella. “The fact is, pa, I wanted to speak to you about Emily.”’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick started. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter now?’ inquired Wardle, stopping in his narrative. + ‘What’s the matter now?’ inquired Wardle, stopping in his narrative. </p> <p> - ‘Nothing,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Pray go on.’ + ‘Nothing,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Pray go on.’ </p> <p> - ‘I never could spin out a story,’ said Wardle abruptly. ‘It must come out, - sooner or later, and it’ll save us all a great deal of time if it comes at + ‘I never could spin out a story,’ said Wardle abruptly. ‘It must come out, + sooner or later, and it’ll save us all a great deal of time if it comes at once. The long and the short of it is, then, that Bella at last mustered up courage to tell me that Emily was very unhappy; that she and your young friend Snodgrass had been in constant correspondence and communication @@ -42335,113 +42267,113 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger married in the usual matter-of-fact manner. There now, Mr. Pickwick, if you can make it convenient to reduce your eyes to their usual size again, and to let me hear what you think we ought to do, I shall feel rather - obliged to you!’ + obliged to you!’ </p> <p> The testy manner in which the hearty old gentleman uttered this last - sentence was not wholly unwarranted; for Mr. Pickwick’s face had settled + sentence was not wholly unwarranted; for Mr. Pickwick’s face had settled down into an expression of blank amazement and perplexity, quite curious to behold. </p> <p> - ‘Snodgrass!—since last Christmas!’ were the first broken words that + ‘Snodgrass!—since last Christmas!’ were the first broken words that issued from the lips of the confounded gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Since last Christmas,’ replied Wardle; ‘that’s plain enough, and very bad - spectacles we must have worn, not to have discovered it before.’ + ‘Since last Christmas,’ replied Wardle; ‘that’s plain enough, and very bad + spectacles we must have worn, not to have discovered it before.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t understand it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ruminating; ‘I cannot really - understand it.’ + ‘I don’t understand it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ruminating; ‘I cannot really + understand it.’ </p> <p> - ‘It’s easy enough to understand it,’ replied the choleric old gentleman. - ‘If you had been a younger man, you would have been in the secret long - ago; and besides,’ added Wardle, after a moment’s hesitation, ‘the truth + ‘It’s easy enough to understand it,’ replied the choleric old gentleman. + ‘If you had been a younger man, you would have been in the secret long + ago; and besides,’ added Wardle, after a moment’s hesitation, ‘the truth is, that, knowing nothing of this matter, I have rather pressed Emily for four or five months past, to receive favourably (if she could; I would - never attempt to force a girl’s inclinations) the addresses of a young + never attempt to force a girl’s inclinations) the addresses of a young gentleman down in our neighbourhood. I have no doubt that, girl-like, to enhance her own value and increase the ardour of Mr. Snodgrass, she has represented this matter in very glowing colours, and that they have both arrived at the conclusion that they are a terribly-persecuted pair of unfortunates, and have no resource but clandestine matrimony, or charcoal. - Now the question is, what’s to be done?’ + Now the question is, what’s to be done?’ </p> <p> - ‘What have <i>you </i>done?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What have <i>you </i>done?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘<i>I!</i>’ + ‘<i>I!</i>’ </p> <p> - ‘I mean what did you do when your married daughter told you this?’ + ‘I mean what did you do when your married daughter told you this?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I made a fool of myself of course,’ rejoined Wardle. + ‘Oh, I made a fool of myself of course,’ rejoined Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Just so,’ interposed Perker, who had accompanied this dialogue with + ‘Just so,’ interposed Perker, who had accompanied this dialogue with sundry twitchings of his watch-chain, vindictive rubbings of his nose, and - other symptoms of impatience. ‘That’s very natural; but how?’ + other symptoms of impatience. ‘That’s very natural; but how?’ </p> <p> - ‘I went into a great passion and frightened my mother into a fit,’ said + ‘I went into a great passion and frightened my mother into a fit,’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘That was judicious,’ remarked Perker; ‘and what else?’ + ‘That was judicious,’ remarked Perker; ‘and what else?’ </p> <p> - ‘I fretted and fumed all next day, and raised a great disturbance,’ - rejoined the old gentleman. ‘At last I got tired of rendering myself + ‘I fretted and fumed all next day, and raised a great disturbance,’ + rejoined the old gentleman. ‘At last I got tired of rendering myself unpleasant and making everybody miserable; so I hired a carriage at Muggleton, and, putting my own horses in it, came up to town, under - pretence of bringing Emily to see Arabella.’ + pretence of bringing Emily to see Arabella.’ </p> <p> - ‘Miss Wardle is with you, then?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Miss Wardle is with you, then?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘To be sure she is,’ replied Wardle. ‘She is at Osborne’s Hotel in the + ‘To be sure she is,’ replied Wardle. ‘She is at Osborne’s Hotel in the Adelphi at this moment, unless your enterprising friend has run away with - her since I came out this morning.’ + her since I came out this morning.’ </p> <p> - ‘You are reconciled then?’ said Perker. + ‘You are reconciled then?’ said Perker. </p> <p> - ‘Not a bit of it,’ answered Wardle; ‘she has been crying and moping ever + ‘Not a bit of it,’ answered Wardle; ‘she has been crying and moping ever since, except last night, between tea and supper, when she made a great - parade of writing a letter that I pretended to take no notice of.’ + parade of writing a letter that I pretended to take no notice of.’ </p> <p> - ‘You want my advice in this matter, I suppose?’ said Perker, looking from + ‘You want my advice in this matter, I suppose?’ said Perker, looking from the musing face of Mr. Pickwick to the eager countenance of Wardle, and taking several consecutive pinches of his favourite stimulant. </p> <p> - ‘I suppose so,’ said Wardle, looking at Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I suppose so,’ said Wardle, looking at Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ replied that gentleman. + ‘Certainly,’ replied that gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Well then,’ said Perker, rising and pushing his chair back, ‘my advice + ‘Well then,’ said Perker, rising and pushing his chair back, ‘my advice is, that you both walk away together, or ride away, or get away by some - means or other, for I’m tired of you, and just talk this matter over - between you. If you have not settled it by the next time I see you, I’ll - tell you what to do.’ + means or other, for I’m tired of you, and just talk this matter over + between you. If you have not settled it by the next time I see you, I’ll + tell you what to do.’ </p> <p> - ‘This is satisfactory,’ said Wardle, hardly knowing whether to smile or be + ‘This is satisfactory,’ said Wardle, hardly knowing whether to smile or be offended. </p> <p> - ‘Pooh, pooh, my dear Sir,’ returned Perker. ‘I know you both a great deal + ‘Pooh, pooh, my dear Sir,’ returned Perker. ‘I know you both a great deal better than you know yourselves. You have settled it already, to all - intents and purposes.’ + intents and purposes.’ </p> <p> Thus expressing himself, the little gentleman poked his snuff-box first @@ -42451,15 +42383,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger particular reason. </p> <p> - ‘You dine with me to-day,’ said Wardle to Perker, as he showed them out. + ‘You dine with me to-day,’ said Wardle to Perker, as he showed them out. </p> <p> - ‘Can’t promise, my dear Sir, can’t promise,’ replied Perker. ‘I’ll look - in, in the evening, at all events.’ + ‘Can’t promise, my dear Sir, can’t promise,’ replied Perker. ‘I’ll look + in, in the evening, at all events.’ </p> <p> - ‘I shall expect you at five,’ said Wardle. ‘Now, Joe!’ And Joe having been - at length awakened, the two friends departed in Mr. Wardle’s carriage, + ‘I shall expect you at five,’ said Wardle. ‘Now, Joe!’ And Joe having been + at length awakened, the two friends departed in Mr. Wardle’s carriage, which in common humanity had a dickey behind for the fat boy, who, if there had been a footboard instead, would have rolled off and killed himself in his very first nap. @@ -42470,7 +42402,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger from Emily announcing her arrival in town, and had proceeded straight to the Adelphi. As Wardle had business to transact in the city, they sent the carriage and the fat boy to his hotel, with the information that he and - Mr. Pickwick would return together to dinner at five o’clock. + Mr. Pickwick would return together to dinner at five o’clock. </p> <p> Charged with this message, the fat boy returned, slumbering as peaceably @@ -42480,39 +42412,39 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger faculties, went upstairs to execute his commission. </p> <p> - Now, whether the shake had jumbled the fat boy’s faculties together, + Now, whether the shake had jumbled the fat boy’s faculties together, instead of arranging them in proper order, or had roused such a quantity of new ideas within him as to render him oblivious of ordinary forms and ceremonies, or (which is also possible) had proved unsuccessful in preventing his falling asleep as he ascended the stairs, it is an undoubted fact that he walked into the sitting-room without previously knocking at the door; and so beheld a gentleman with his arms clasping his - young mistress’s waist, sitting very lovingly by her side on a sofa, while + young mistress’s waist, sitting very lovingly by her side on a sofa, while Arabella and her pretty handmaid feigned to be absorbed in looking out of a window at the other end of the room. At the sight of this phenomenon, the fat boy uttered an interjection, the ladies a scream, and the gentleman an oath, almost simultaneously. </p> <p> - ‘Wretched creature, what do you want here?’ said the gentleman, who it is + ‘Wretched creature, what do you want here?’ said the gentleman, who it is needless to say was Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - To this the fat boy, considerably terrified, briefly responded, ‘Missis.’ + To this the fat boy, considerably terrified, briefly responded, ‘Missis.’ </p> <p> - ‘What do you want me for,’ inquired Emily, turning her head aside, ‘you - stupid creature?’ + ‘What do you want me for,’ inquired Emily, turning her head aside, ‘you + stupid creature?’ </p> <p> - ‘Master and Mr. Pickwick is a-going to dine here at five,’ replied the fat + ‘Master and Mr. Pickwick is a-going to dine here at five,’ replied the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘Leave the room!’ said Mr. Snodgrass, glaring upon the bewildered youth. + ‘Leave the room!’ said Mr. Snodgrass, glaring upon the bewildered youth. </p> <p> - ‘No, no, no,’ added Emily hastily. ‘Bella, dear, advise me.’ + ‘No, no, no,’ added Emily hastily. ‘Bella, dear, advise me.’ </p> <p> Upon this, Emily and Mr. Snodgrass, and Arabella and Mary, crowded into a @@ -42520,23 +42452,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the fat boy dozed. </p> <p> - ‘Joe,’ said Arabella, at length, looking round with a most bewitching - smile, ‘how do you do, Joe?’ + ‘Joe,’ said Arabella, at length, looking round with a most bewitching + smile, ‘how do you do, Joe?’ </p> <p> - ‘Joe,’ said Emily, ‘you’re a very good boy; I won’t forget you, Joe.’ + ‘Joe,’ said Emily, ‘you’re a very good boy; I won’t forget you, Joe.’ </p> <p> - ‘Joe,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, advancing to the astonished youth, and seizing - his hand, ‘I didn’t know you before. There’s five shillings for you, Joe!” + ‘Joe,’ said Mr. Snodgrass, advancing to the astonished youth, and seizing + his hand, ‘I didn’t know you before. There’s five shillings for you, Joe!” </p> <p> - ‘I’ll owe you five, Joe,’ said Arabella, ‘for old acquaintance sake, you - know;’ and another most captivating smile was bestowed upon the corpulent + ‘I’ll owe you five, Joe,’ said Arabella, ‘for old acquaintance sake, you + know;’ and another most captivating smile was bestowed upon the corpulent intruder. </p> <p> - The fat boy’s perception being slow, he looked rather puzzled at first to + The fat boy’s perception being slow, he looked rather puzzled at first to account for this sudden prepossession in his favour, and stared about him in a very alarming manner. At length his broad face began to show symptoms of a grin of proportionately broad dimensions; and then, thrusting @@ -42545,14 +42477,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger existence. </p> <p> - ‘He understands us, I see,’ said Arabella. + ‘He understands us, I see,’ said Arabella. </p> <p> - ‘He had better have something to eat, immediately,’ remarked Emily. + ‘He had better have something to eat, immediately,’ remarked Emily. </p> <p> The fat boy almost laughed again when he heard this suggestion. Mary, - after a little more whispering, tripped forth from the group and said— + after a little more whispering, tripped forth from the group and said— </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20478m.jpg" alt="20478m " /><br /> @@ -42561,10 +42493,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <a href="images/20478.jpg"><img src="images/enlarge.jpg" alt="" /> </a> </h5> <p> - ‘I am going to dine with you to-day, sir, if you have no objection.’ + ‘I am going to dine with you to-day, sir, if you have no objection.’ </p> <p> - ‘This way,’ said the fat boy eagerly. ‘There is such a jolly meat-pie!’ + ‘This way,’ said the fat boy eagerly. ‘There is such a jolly meat-pie!’ </p> <p> With these words, the fat boy led the way downstairs; his pretty companion @@ -42577,8 +42509,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger porter. </p> <p> - ‘Sit down,’ said the fat boy. ‘Oh, my eye, how prime! I am <i>so</i> - hungry.’ + ‘Sit down,’ said the fat boy. ‘Oh, my eye, how prime! I am <i>so</i> + hungry.’ </p> <p> Having apostrophised his eye, in a species of rapture, five or six times, @@ -42586,28 +42518,28 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger the bottom. </p> <p> - ‘Will you have some of this?’ said the fat boy, plunging into the pie up + ‘Will you have some of this?’ said the fat boy, plunging into the pie up to the very ferules of the knife and fork. </p> <p> - ‘A little, if you please,’ replied Mary. + ‘A little, if you please,’ replied Mary. </p> <p> The fat boy assisted Mary to a little, and himself to a great deal, and was just going to begin eating when he suddenly laid down his knife and fork, leaned forward in his chair, and letting his hands, with the knife - and fork in them, fall on his knees, said, very slowly— + and fork in them, fall on his knees, said, very slowly— </p> <p> - ‘I say! How nice you look!’ + ‘I say! How nice you look!’ </p> <p> This was said in an admiring manner, and was, so far, gratifying; but - still there was enough of the cannibal in the young gentleman’s eyes to + still there was enough of the cannibal in the young gentleman’s eyes to render the compliment a double one. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me, Joseph,’ said Mary, affecting to blush, ‘what do you mean?’ + ‘Dear me, Joseph,’ said Mary, affecting to blush, ‘what do you mean?’ </p> <p> The fat boy, gradually recovering his former position, replied with a @@ -42616,58 +42548,58 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger applied himself assiduously to the pie. </p> <p> - ‘What a nice young lady Miss Emily is!’ said Mary, after a long silence. + ‘What a nice young lady Miss Emily is!’ said Mary, after a long silence. </p> <p> The fat boy had by this time finished the pie. He fixed his eyes on Mary, - and replied— + and replied— </p> <p> - ‘I knows a nicerer.’ + ‘I knows a nicerer.’ </p> <p> - ‘Indeed!’ said Mary. + ‘Indeed!’ said Mary. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, indeed!’ replied the fat boy, with unwonted vivacity. + ‘Yes, indeed!’ replied the fat boy, with unwonted vivacity. </p> <p> - ‘What’s her name?’ inquired Mary. + ‘What’s her name?’ inquired Mary. </p> <p> - ‘What’s yours?’ + ‘What’s yours?’ </p> <p> - ‘Mary.’ + ‘Mary.’ </p> <p> - ‘So’s hers,’ said the fat boy. ‘You’re her.’ The boy grinned to add point + ‘So’s hers,’ said the fat boy. ‘You’re her.’ The boy grinned to add point to the compliment, and put his eyes into something between a squint and a cast, which there is reason to believe he intended for an ogle. </p> <p> - ‘You mustn’t talk to me in that way,’ said Mary; ‘you don’t mean it.’ + ‘You mustn’t talk to me in that way,’ said Mary; ‘you don’t mean it.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t I, though?’ replied the fat boy. ‘I say?’ + ‘Don’t I, though?’ replied the fat boy. ‘I say?’ </p> <p> - ‘Well?’ + ‘Well?’ </p> <p> - ‘Are you going to come here regular?’ + ‘Are you going to come here regular?’ </p> <p> - ‘No,’ rejoined Mary, shaking her head, ‘I’m going away again to-night. - Why?’ + ‘No,’ rejoined Mary, shaking her head, ‘I’m going away again to-night. + Why?’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ said the fat boy, in a tone of strong feeling; ‘how we should have - enjoyed ourselves at meals, if you had been!’ + ‘Oh,’ said the fat boy, in a tone of strong feeling; ‘how we should have + enjoyed ourselves at meals, if you had been!’ </p> <p> - ‘I might come here sometimes, perhaps, to see you,’ said Mary, plaiting - the table-cloth in assumed coyness, ‘if you would do me a favour.’ + ‘I might come here sometimes, perhaps, to see you,’ said Mary, plaiting + the table-cloth in assumed coyness, ‘if you would do me a favour.’ </p> <p> The fat boy looked from the pie-dish to the steak, as if he thought a @@ -42675,37 +42607,37 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger out one of the half-crowns and glanced at it nervously. </p> <p> - ‘Don’t you understand me?’ said Mary, looking slily in his fat face. + ‘Don’t you understand me?’ said Mary, looking slily in his fat face. </p> <p> - Again he looked at the half-crown, and said faintly, ‘No.’ + Again he looked at the half-crown, and said faintly, ‘No.’ </p> <p> - ‘The ladies want you not to say anything to the old gentleman about the - young gentleman having been upstairs; and I want you too.’ + ‘The ladies want you not to say anything to the old gentleman about the + young gentleman having been upstairs; and I want you too.’ </p> <p> - ‘Is that all?’ said the fat boy, evidently very much relieved, as he - pocketed the half-crown again. ‘Of course I ain’t a-going to.’ + ‘Is that all?’ said the fat boy, evidently very much relieved, as he + pocketed the half-crown again. ‘Of course I ain’t a-going to.’ </p> <p> - ‘You see,’ said Mary, ‘Mr. Snodgrass is very fond of Miss Emily, and Miss - Emily’s very fond of him, and if you were to tell about it, the old - gentleman would carry you all away miles into the country, where you’d see - nobody.’ + ‘You see,’ said Mary, ‘Mr. Snodgrass is very fond of Miss Emily, and Miss + Emily’s very fond of him, and if you were to tell about it, the old + gentleman would carry you all away miles into the country, where you’d see + nobody.’ </p> <p> - ‘No, no, I won’t tell,’ said the fat boy stoutly. + ‘No, no, I won’t tell,’ said the fat boy stoutly. </p> <p> - ‘That’s a dear,’ said Mary. ‘Now it’s time I went upstairs, and got my - lady ready for dinner.’ + ‘That’s a dear,’ said Mary. ‘Now it’s time I went upstairs, and got my + lady ready for dinner.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t go yet,’ urged the fat boy. + ‘Don’t go yet,’ urged the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘I must,’ replied Mary. ‘Good-bye, for the present.’ + ‘I must,’ replied Mary. ‘Good-bye, for the present.’ </p> <p> The fat boy, with elephantine playfulness, stretched out his arms to @@ -42718,77 +42650,77 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger There was so much to say upstairs, and there were so many plans to concert for elopement and matrimony in the event of old Wardle continuing to be cruel, that it wanted only half an hour of dinner when Mr. Snodgrass took - his final adieu. The ladies ran to Emily’s bedroom to dress, and the + his final adieu. The ladies ran to Emily’s bedroom to dress, and the lover, taking up his hat, walked out of the room. He had scarcely got - outside the door, when he heard Wardle’s voice talking loudly, and looking + outside the door, when he heard Wardle’s voice talking loudly, and looking over the banisters beheld him, followed by some other gentlemen, coming straight upstairs. Knowing nothing of the house, Mr. Snodgrass in his confusion stepped hastily back into the room he had just quitted, and - passing thence into an inner apartment (Mr. Wardle’s bedchamber), closed + passing thence into an inner apartment (Mr. Wardle’s bedchamber), closed the door softly, just as the persons he had caught a glimpse of entered the sitting-room. These were Mr. Wardle, Mr. Pickwick, Mr. Nathaniel Winkle, and Mr. Benjamin Allen, whom he had no difficulty in recognising by their voices. </p> <p> - ‘Very lucky I had the presence of mind to avoid them,’ thought Mr. + ‘Very lucky I had the presence of mind to avoid them,’ thought Mr. Snodgrass with a smile, and walking on tiptoe to another door near the - bedside; ‘this opens into the same passage, and I can walk quietly and - comfortably away.’ + bedside; ‘this opens into the same passage, and I can walk quietly and + comfortably away.’ </p> <p> There was only one obstacle to his walking quietly and comfortably away, which was that the door was locked and the key gone. </p> <p> - ‘Let us have some of your best wine to-day, waiter,’ said old Wardle, + ‘Let us have some of your best wine to-day, waiter,’ said old Wardle, rubbing his hands. </p> <p> - ‘You shall have some of the very best, sir,’ replied the waiter. + ‘You shall have some of the very best, sir,’ replied the waiter. </p> <p> - ‘Let the ladies know we have come in.’ + ‘Let the ladies know we have come in.’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir.’ + ‘Yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> Devoutly and ardently did Mr. Snodgrass wish that the ladies could know he - had come in. He ventured once to whisper, ‘Waiter!’ through the keyhole, + had come in. He ventured once to whisper, ‘Waiter!’ through the keyhole, but the probability of the wrong waiter coming to his relief, flashed upon his mind, together with a sense of the strong resemblance between his own situation and that in which another gentleman had been recently found in a neighbouring hotel (an account of whose misfortunes had appeared under the - head of ‘Police’ in that morning’s paper), he sat himself on a + head of ‘Police’ in that morning’s paper), he sat himself on a portmanteau, and trembled violently. </p> <p> - ‘We won’t wait a minute for Perker,’ said Wardle, looking at his watch; - ‘he is always exact. He will be here, in time, if he means to come; and if - he does not, it’s of no use waiting. Ha! Arabella!’ + ‘We won’t wait a minute for Perker,’ said Wardle, looking at his watch; + ‘he is always exact. He will be here, in time, if he means to come; and if + he does not, it’s of no use waiting. Ha! Arabella!’ </p> <p> - ‘My sister!’ exclaimed Mr. Benjamin Allen, folding her in a most romantic + ‘My sister!’ exclaimed Mr. Benjamin Allen, folding her in a most romantic embrace. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, Ben, dear, how you do smell of tobacco,’ said Arabella, rather + ‘Oh, Ben, dear, how you do smell of tobacco,’ said Arabella, rather overcome by this mark of affection. </p> <p> - ‘Do I?’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. ‘Do I, Bella? Well, perhaps I do.’ + ‘Do I?’ said Mr. Benjamin Allen. ‘Do I, Bella? Well, perhaps I do.’ </p> <p> Perhaps he did, having just left a pleasant little smoking-party of twelve medical students, in a small back parlour with a large fire. </p> <p> - ‘But I am delighted to see you,’ said Mr. Ben Allen. ‘Bless you, Bella!’ + ‘But I am delighted to see you,’ said Mr. Ben Allen. ‘Bless you, Bella!’ </p> <p> - ‘There,’ said Arabella, bending forward to kiss her brother; ‘don’t take - hold of me again, Ben, dear, because you tumble me so.’ + ‘There,’ said Arabella, bending forward to kiss her brother; ‘don’t take + hold of me again, Ben, dear, because you tumble me so.’ </p> <p> At this point of the reconciliation, Mr. Ben Allen allowed his feelings @@ -42796,19 +42728,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger beholders with damp spectacles. </p> <p> - ‘Is nothing to be said to me?’ cried Wardle, with open arms. + ‘Is nothing to be said to me?’ cried Wardle, with open arms. </p> <p> - ‘A great deal,’ whispered Arabella, as she received the old gentleman’s - hearty caress and congratulation. ‘You are a hard-hearted, unfeeling, - cruel monster.’ + ‘A great deal,’ whispered Arabella, as she received the old gentleman’s + hearty caress and congratulation. ‘You are a hard-hearted, unfeeling, + cruel monster.’ </p> <p> - ‘You are a little rebel,’ replied Wardle, in the same tone, ‘and I am + ‘You are a little rebel,’ replied Wardle, in the same tone, ‘and I am afraid I shall be obliged to forbid you the house. People like you, who get married in spite of everybody, ought not to be let loose on society. - But come!’ added the old gentleman aloud, ‘here’s the dinner; you shall - sit by me. Joe; why, damn the boy, he’s awake!’ + But come!’ added the old gentleman aloud, ‘here’s the dinner; you shall + sit by me. Joe; why, damn the boy, he’s awake!’ </p> <p> To the great distress of his master, the fat boy was indeed in a state of @@ -42818,7 +42750,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger he smirked and grinned; once, Wardle could have sworn, he saw him wink. </p> <p> - This alteration in the fat boy’s demeanour originated in his increased + This alteration in the fat boy’s demeanour originated in his increased sense of his own importance, and the dignity he acquired from having been taken into the confidence of the young ladies; and the smirks, and grins, and winks were so many condescending assurances that they might depend @@ -42830,15 +42762,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger redoubled assiduity. </p> <p> - ‘Joe,’ said Mr. Wardle, after an unsuccessful search in all his pockets, - ‘is my snuff-box on the sofa?’ + ‘Joe,’ said Mr. Wardle, after an unsuccessful search in all his pockets, + ‘is my snuff-box on the sofa?’ </p> <p> - ‘No, sir,’ replied the fat boy. + ‘No, sir,’ replied the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, I recollect; I left it on my dressing-table this morning,’ said - Wardle. ‘Run into the next room and fetch it.’ + ‘Oh, I recollect; I left it on my dressing-table this morning,’ said + Wardle. ‘Run into the next room and fetch it.’ </p> <p> The fat boy went into the next room; and, having been absent about a @@ -42846,20 +42778,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger boy wore. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter with the boy?’ exclaimed Wardle. + ‘What’s the matter with the boy?’ exclaimed Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Nothen’s the matter with me,’ replied Joe nervously. + ‘Nothen’s the matter with me,’ replied Joe nervously. </p> <p> - ‘Have you been seeing any spirits?’ inquired the old gentleman. + ‘Have you been seeing any spirits?’ inquired the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Or taking any?’ added Ben Allen. + ‘Or taking any?’ added Ben Allen. </p> <p> - ‘I think you’re right,’ whispered Wardle across the table. ‘He is - intoxicated, I’m sure.’ + ‘I think you’re right,’ whispered Wardle across the table. ‘He is + intoxicated, I’m sure.’ </p> <p> Ben Allen replied that he thought he was; and, as that gentleman had seen @@ -42868,8 +42800,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger once arrived at the conclusion that the fat boy was drunk. </p> <p> - ‘Just keep your eye upon him for a few minutes,’ murmured Wardle. ‘We - shall soon find out whether he is or not.’ + ‘Just keep your eye upon him for a few minutes,’ murmured Wardle. ‘We + shall soon find out whether he is or not.’ </p> <p> The unfortunate youth had only interchanged a dozen words with Mr. @@ -42887,20 +42819,20 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Wardle and Mr. Ben Allen exchanged glances. </p> <p> - ‘Joe!’ said Wardle. + ‘Joe!’ said Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir.’ + ‘Yes, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘What did you go away for?’ + ‘What did you go away for?’ </p> <p> The fat boy looked hopelessly in the face of everybody at table, and - stammered out that he didn’t know. + stammered out that he didn’t know. </p> <p> - ‘Oh,’ said Wardle, ‘you don’t know, eh? Take this cheese to Mr. Pickwick.’ + ‘Oh,’ said Wardle, ‘you don’t know, eh? Take this cheese to Mr. Pickwick.’ </p> <p> Now, Mr. Pickwick being in the very best health and spirits, had been @@ -42915,70 +42847,70 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger hideous face that was ever seen out of a Christmas pantomime. </p> <p> - ‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Pickwick, starting, ‘what a very—Eh?’ He + ‘Dear me!’ said Mr. Pickwick, starting, ‘what a very—Eh?’ He stopped, for the fat boy had drawn himself up, and was, or pretended to be, fast asleep. </p> <p> - ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired Wardle. + ‘What’s the matter?’ inquired Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘This is such an extremely singular lad!’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking - uneasily at the boy. ‘It seems an odd thing to say, but upon my word I am - afraid that, at times, he is a little deranged.’ + ‘This is such an extremely singular lad!’ replied Mr. Pickwick, looking + uneasily at the boy. ‘It seems an odd thing to say, but upon my word I am + afraid that, at times, he is a little deranged.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh! Mr. Pickwick, pray don’t say so,’ cried Emily and Arabella, both at + ‘Oh! Mr. Pickwick, pray don’t say so,’ cried Emily and Arabella, both at once. </p> <p> - ‘I am not certain, of course,’ said Mr. Pickwick, amidst profound silence - and looks of general dismay; ‘but his manner to me this moment really was - very alarming. Oh!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, suddenly jumping up with a - short scream. ‘I beg your pardon, ladies, but at that moment he ran some - sharp instrument into my leg. Really, he is not safe.’ + ‘I am not certain, of course,’ said Mr. Pickwick, amidst profound silence + and looks of general dismay; ‘but his manner to me this moment really was + very alarming. Oh!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, suddenly jumping up with a + short scream. ‘I beg your pardon, ladies, but at that moment he ran some + sharp instrument into my leg. Really, he is not safe.’ </p> <p> - ‘He’s drunk,’ roared old Wardle passionately. ‘Ring the bell! Call the - waiters! He’s drunk.’ + ‘He’s drunk,’ roared old Wardle passionately. ‘Ring the bell! Call the + waiters! He’s drunk.’ </p> <p> - ‘I ain’t,’ said the fat boy, falling on his knees as his master seized him - by the collar. ‘I ain’t drunk.’ + ‘I ain’t,’ said the fat boy, falling on his knees as his master seized him + by the collar. ‘I ain’t drunk.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then you’re mad; that’s worse. Call the waiters,’ said the old gentleman. + ‘Then you’re mad; that’s worse. Call the waiters,’ said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘I ain’t mad; I’m sensible,’ rejoined the fat boy, beginning to cry. + ‘I ain’t mad; I’m sensible,’ rejoined the fat boy, beginning to cry. </p> <p> - ‘Then, what the devil did you run sharp instruments into Mr. Pickwick’s - legs for?’ inquired Wardle angrily. + ‘Then, what the devil did you run sharp instruments into Mr. Pickwick’s + legs for?’ inquired Wardle angrily. </p> <p> - ‘He wouldn’t look at me,’ replied the boy. ‘I wanted to speak to him.’ + ‘He wouldn’t look at me,’ replied the boy. ‘I wanted to speak to him.’ </p> <p> - ‘What did you want to say?’ asked half a dozen voices at once. + ‘What did you want to say?’ asked half a dozen voices at once. </p> <p> The fat boy gasped, looked at the bedroom door, gasped again, and wiped two tears away with the knuckle of each of his forefingers. </p> <p> - ‘What did you want to say?’ demanded Wardle, shaking him. + ‘What did you want to say?’ demanded Wardle, shaking him. </p> <p> - ‘Stop!’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘allow me. What did you wish to communicate to - me, my poor boy?’ + ‘Stop!’ said Mr. Pickwick; ‘allow me. What did you wish to communicate to + me, my poor boy?’ </p> <p> - ‘I want to whisper to you,’ replied the fat boy. + ‘I want to whisper to you,’ replied the fat boy. </p> <p> - ‘You want to bite his ear off, I suppose,’ said Wardle. ‘Don’t come near - him; he’s vicious; ring the bell, and let him be taken downstairs.’ + ‘You want to bite his ear off, I suppose,’ said Wardle. ‘Don’t come near + him; he’s vicious; ring the bell, and let him be taken downstairs.’ </p> <p> Just as Mr. Winkle caught the bell-rope in his hand, it was arrested by a @@ -42987,22 +42919,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger comprehensive bow to the company. </p> <p> - ‘Hollo!’ cried Wardle, releasing the fat boy’s collar, and staggering - back. ‘What’s this?’ + ‘Hollo!’ cried Wardle, releasing the fat boy’s collar, and staggering + back. ‘What’s this?’ </p> <p> - ‘I have been concealed in the next room, sir, since you returned,’ + ‘I have been concealed in the next room, sir, since you returned,’ explained Mr. Snodgrass. </p> <p> - ‘Emily, my girl,’ said Wardle reproachfully, ‘I detest meanness and + ‘Emily, my girl,’ said Wardle reproachfully, ‘I detest meanness and deceit; this is unjustifiable and indelicate in the highest degree. I - don’t deserve this at your hands, Emily, indeed!’ + don’t deserve this at your hands, Emily, indeed!’ </p> <p> - ‘Dear papa,’ said Emily, ‘Arabella knows—everybody here knows—Joe - knows—that I was no party to this concealment. Augustus, for - Heaven’s sake, explain it!’ + ‘Dear papa,’ said Emily, ‘Arabella knows—everybody here knows—Joe + knows—that I was no party to this concealment. Augustus, for + Heaven’s sake, explain it!’ </p> <p> Mr. Snodgrass, who had only waited for a hearing, at once recounted how he @@ -43012,10 +42944,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger but, finding it locked, had been compelled to stay against his will. It was a painful situation to be placed in; but he now regretted it the less, inasmuch as it afforded him an opportunity of acknowledging, before their - mutual friends, that he loved Mr. Wardle’s daughter deeply and sincerely; + mutual friends, that he loved Mr. Wardle’s daughter deeply and sincerely; that he was proud to avow that the feeling was mutual; and that if thousands of miles were placed between them, or oceans rolled their - waters, he could never for an instant forget those happy days, when first—et + waters, he could never for an instant forget those happy days, when first—et cetera, et cetera. </p> <p> @@ -43023,41 +42955,41 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger into the crown of his hat, and stepped towards the door. </p> <p> - ‘Stop!’ shouted Wardle. ‘Why, in the name of all that’s—’ + ‘Stop!’ shouted Wardle. ‘Why, in the name of all that’s—’ </p> <p> - ‘Inflammable,’ mildly suggested Mr. Pickwick, who thought something worse + ‘Inflammable,’ mildly suggested Mr. Pickwick, who thought something worse was coming. </p> <p> - ‘Well—that’s inflammable,’ said Wardle, adopting the substitute; - ‘couldn’t you say all this to me in the first instance?’ + ‘Well—that’s inflammable,’ said Wardle, adopting the substitute; + ‘couldn’t you say all this to me in the first instance?’ </p> <p> - ‘Or confide in me?’ added Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Or confide in me?’ added Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Dear, dear,’ said Arabella, taking up the defence, ‘what is the use of + ‘Dear, dear,’ said Arabella, taking up the defence, ‘what is the use of asking all that now, especially when you know you had set your covetous old heart on a richer son-in-law, and are so wild and fierce besides, that everybody is afraid of you, except me? Shake hands with him, and order him - some dinner, for goodness gracious’ sake, for he looks half starved; and - pray have your wine up at once, for you’ll not be tolerable until you have - taken two bottles at least.’ + some dinner, for goodness gracious’ sake, for he looks half starved; and + pray have your wine up at once, for you’ll not be tolerable until you have + taken two bottles at least.’ </p> <p> - The worthy old gentleman pulled Arabella’s ear, kissed her without the + The worthy old gentleman pulled Arabella’s ear, kissed her without the smallest scruple, kissed his daughter also with great affection, and shook Mr. Snodgrass warmly by the hand. </p> <p> - ‘She is right on one point at all events,’ said the old gentleman - cheerfully. ‘Ring for the wine!’ + ‘She is right on one point at all events,’ said the old gentleman + cheerfully. ‘Ring for the wine!’ </p> <p> The wine came, and Perker came upstairs at the same moment. Mr. Snodgrass had dinner at a side table, and, when he had despatched it, drew his chair - next Emily, without the smallest opposition on the old gentleman’s part. + next Emily, without the smallest opposition on the old gentleman’s part. </p> <p> The evening was excellent. Little Mr. Perker came out wonderfully, told @@ -43078,30 +43010,30 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger ARRANGES THE AFFAIRS OF THE ELDER MR. WELLER </h2> <p class="pfirst"> - <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>amivel,’ said Mr. - Weller, accosting his son on the morning after the funeral, ‘I’ve found - it, Sammy. I thought it wos there.’ + <span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>amivel,’ said Mr. + Weller, accosting his son on the morning after the funeral, ‘I’ve found + it, Sammy. I thought it wos there.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thought wot wos there?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Thought wot wos there?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Your mother-in-law’s vill, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘In wirtue o’ + ‘Your mother-in-law’s vill, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘In wirtue o’ vich, them arrangements is to be made as I told you on, last night, - respectin’ the funs.’ + respectin’ the funs.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot, didn’t she tell you were it wos?’ inquired Sam. + ‘Wot, didn’t she tell you were it wos?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Not a bit on it, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘We wos a adjestin’ our - little differences, and I wos a-cheerin’ her spirits and bearin’ her up, - so that I forgot to ask anythin’ about it. I don’t know as I should ha’ - done it, indeed, if I had remembered it,’ added Mr. Weller, ‘for it’s a - rum sort o’ thing, Sammy, to go a-hankerin’ arter anybody’s property, ven - you’re assistin’ ‘em in illness. It’s like helping an outside passenger - up, ven he’s been pitched off a coach, and puttin’ your hand in his - pocket, vile you ask him, vith a sigh, how he finds his-self, Sammy.’ + ‘Not a bit on it, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘We wos a adjestin’ our + little differences, and I wos a-cheerin’ her spirits and bearin’ her up, + so that I forgot to ask anythin’ about it. I don’t know as I should ha’ + done it, indeed, if I had remembered it,’ added Mr. Weller, ‘for it’s a + rum sort o’ thing, Sammy, to go a-hankerin’ arter anybody’s property, ven + you’re assistin’ ‘em in illness. It’s like helping an outside passenger + up, ven he’s been pitched off a coach, and puttin’ your hand in his + pocket, vile you ask him, vith a sigh, how he finds his-self, Sammy.’ </p> <p> With this figurative illustration of his meaning, Mr. Weller unclasped his @@ -43109,122 +43041,122 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger inscribed various characters crowded together in remarkable confusion. </p> <p> - ‘This here is the dockyment, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘I found it in the - little black tea-pot, on the top shelf o’ the bar closet. She used to keep - bank-notes there, ‘fore she vos married, Samivel. I’ve seen her take the - lid off, to pay a bill, many and many a time. Poor creetur, she might ha’ + ‘This here is the dockyment, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller. ‘I found it in the + little black tea-pot, on the top shelf o’ the bar closet. She used to keep + bank-notes there, ‘fore she vos married, Samivel. I’ve seen her take the + lid off, to pay a bill, many and many a time. Poor creetur, she might ha’ filled all the tea-pots in the house vith vills, and not have - inconwenienced herself neither, for she took wery little of anythin’ in - that vay lately, ‘cept on the temperance nights, ven they just laid a - foundation o’ tea to put the spirits atop on!’ + inconwenienced herself neither, for she took wery little of anythin’ in + that vay lately, ‘cept on the temperance nights, ven they just laid a + foundation o’ tea to put the spirits atop on!’ </p> <p> - ‘What does it say?’ inquired Sam. + ‘What does it say?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Jist vot I told you, my boy,’ rejoined his parent. ‘Two hundred pound - vurth o’ reduced counsels to my son-in-law, Samivel, and all the rest o’ - my property, of ev’ry kind and description votsoever, to my husband, Mr. - Tony Veller, who I appint as my sole eggzekiter.’ + ‘Jist vot I told you, my boy,’ rejoined his parent. ‘Two hundred pound + vurth o’ reduced counsels to my son-in-law, Samivel, and all the rest o’ + my property, of ev’ry kind and description votsoever, to my husband, Mr. + Tony Veller, who I appint as my sole eggzekiter.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s all, is it?’ said Sam. + ‘That’s all, is it?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘That’s all,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘And I s’pose as it’s all right and + ‘That’s all,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘And I s’pose as it’s all right and satisfactory to you and me as is the only parties interested, ve may as - vell put this bit o’ paper into the fire.’ + vell put this bit o’ paper into the fire.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot are you a-doin’ on, you lunatic?’ said Sam, snatching the paper away, + ‘Wot are you a-doin’ on, you lunatic?’ said Sam, snatching the paper away, as his parent, in all innocence, stirred the fire preparatory to suiting - the action to the word. ‘You’re a nice eggzekiter, you are.’ + the action to the word. ‘You’re a nice eggzekiter, you are.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vy not?’ inquired Mr. Weller, looking sternly round, with the poker in + ‘Vy not?’ inquired Mr. Weller, looking sternly round, with the poker in his hand. </p> <p> - ‘Vy not?’ exclaimed Sam. ‘’Cos it must be proved, and probated, and swore - to, and all manner o’ formalities.’ + ‘Vy not?’ exclaimed Sam. ‘’Cos it must be proved, and probated, and swore + to, and all manner o’ formalities.’ </p> <p> - ‘You don’t mean that?’ said Mr. Weller, laying down the poker. + ‘You don’t mean that?’ said Mr. Weller, laying down the poker. </p> <p> Sam buttoned the will carefully in a side pocket; intimating by a look, meanwhile, that he did mean it, and very seriously too. </p> <p> - ‘Then I’ll tell you wot it is,’ said Mr. Weller, after a short meditation, - ‘this is a case for that ‘ere confidential pal o’ the Chancellorship’s. - Pell must look into this, Sammy. He’s the man for a difficult question at - law. Ve’ll have this here brought afore the Solvent Court, directly, - Samivel.’ + ‘Then I’ll tell you wot it is,’ said Mr. Weller, after a short meditation, + ‘this is a case for that ‘ere confidential pal o’ the Chancellorship’s. + Pell must look into this, Sammy. He’s the man for a difficult question at + law. Ve’ll have this here brought afore the Solvent Court, directly, + Samivel.’ </p> <p> - ‘I never did see such a addle-headed old creetur!’ exclaimed Sam - irritably; ‘Old Baileys, and Solvent Courts, and alleybis, and ev’ry - species o’ gammon alvays a-runnin’ through his brain. You’d better get - your out o’ door clothes on, and come to town about this bisness, than - stand a-preachin’ there about wot you don’t understand nothin’ on.’ + ‘I never did see such a addle-headed old creetur!’ exclaimed Sam + irritably; ‘Old Baileys, and Solvent Courts, and alleybis, and ev’ry + species o’ gammon alvays a-runnin’ through his brain. You’d better get + your out o’ door clothes on, and come to town about this bisness, than + stand a-preachin’ there about wot you don’t understand nothin’ on.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘I’m quite agreeable to anythin’ + ‘Wery good, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, ‘I’m quite agreeable to anythin’ as vill hexpedite business, Sammy. But mind this here, my boy, nobody but - Pell—nobody but Pell as a legal adwiser.’ + Pell—nobody but Pell as a legal adwiser.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t want anybody else,’ replied Sam. ‘Now, are you a-comin’?’ + ‘I don’t want anybody else,’ replied Sam. ‘Now, are you a-comin’?’ </p> <p> - ‘Vait a minit, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, who, having tied his shawl with + ‘Vait a minit, Sammy,’ replied Mr. Weller, who, having tied his shawl with the aid of a small glass that hung in the window, was now, by dint of the - most wonderful exertions, struggling into his upper garments. ‘Vait a - minit’ Sammy; ven you grow as old as your father, you von’t get into your - veskit quite as easy as you do now, my boy.’ + most wonderful exertions, struggling into his upper garments. ‘Vait a + minit’ Sammy; ven you grow as old as your father, you von’t get into your + veskit quite as easy as you do now, my boy.’ </p> <p> - ‘If I couldn’t get into it easier than that, I’m blessed if I’d vear vun - at all,’ rejoined his son. + ‘If I couldn’t get into it easier than that, I’m blessed if I’d vear vun + at all,’ rejoined his son. </p> <p> - ‘You think so now,’ said Mr. Weller, with the gravity of age, ‘but you’ll - find that as you get vider, you’ll get viser. Vidth and visdom, Sammy, - alvays grows together.’ + ‘You think so now,’ said Mr. Weller, with the gravity of age, ‘but you’ll + find that as you get vider, you’ll get viser. Vidth and visdom, Sammy, + alvays grows together.’ </p> <p> - As Mr. Weller delivered this infallible maxim—the result of many - years’ personal experience and observation—he contrived, by a + As Mr. Weller delivered this infallible maxim—the result of many + years’ personal experience and observation—he contrived, by a dexterous twist of his body, to get the bottom button of his coat to perform its office. Having paused a few seconds to recover breath, he brushed his hat with his elbow, and declared himself ready. </p> <p> - ‘As four heads is better than two, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, as they drove - along the London Road in the chaise-cart, ‘and as all this here property - is a wery great temptation to a legal gen’l’m’n, ve’ll take a couple o’ - friends o’ mine vith us, as’ll be wery soon down upon him if he comes - anythin’ irreg’lar; two o’ them as saw you to the Fleet that day. They’re - the wery best judges,’ added Mr. Weller, in a half-whisper—‘the wery - best judges of a horse, you ever know’d.’ + ‘As four heads is better than two, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, as they drove + along the London Road in the chaise-cart, ‘and as all this here property + is a wery great temptation to a legal gen’l’m’n, ve’ll take a couple o’ + friends o’ mine vith us, as’ll be wery soon down upon him if he comes + anythin’ irreg’lar; two o’ them as saw you to the Fleet that day. They’re + the wery best judges,’ added Mr. Weller, in a half-whisper—‘the wery + best judges of a horse, you ever know’d.’ </p> <p> - ‘And of a lawyer too?’ inquired Sam. + ‘And of a lawyer too?’ inquired Sam. </p> <p> - ‘The man as can form a ackerate judgment of a animal, can form a ackerate - judgment of anythin’,’ replied his father, so dogmatically, that Sam did + ‘The man as can form a ackerate judgment of a animal, can form a ackerate + judgment of anythin’,’ replied his father, so dogmatically, that Sam did not attempt to controvert the position. </p> <p> In pursuance of this notable resolution, the services of the mottled-faced - gentleman and of two other very fat coachmen—selected by Mr. Weller, - probably, with a view to their width and consequent wisdom—were put + gentleman and of two other very fat coachmen—selected by Mr. Weller, + probably, with a view to their width and consequent wisdom—were put into requisition; and this assistance having been secured, the party proceeded to the public-house in Portugal Street, whence a messenger was despatched to the Insolvent Court over the way, requiring Mr. Solomon - Pell’s immediate attendance. + Pell’s immediate attendance. </p> <p> The messenger fortunately found Mr. Solomon Pell in court, regaling @@ -43235,36 +43167,36 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger parlour before the messenger had even emancipated himself from the court. </p> <p> - ‘Gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pell, touching his hat, ‘my service to you all. I - don’t say it to flatter you, gentlemen, but there are not five other men - in the world, that I’d have come out of that court for, to-day.’ + ‘Gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pell, touching his hat, ‘my service to you all. I + don’t say it to flatter you, gentlemen, but there are not five other men + in the world, that I’d have come out of that court for, to-day.’ </p> <p> - ‘So busy, eh?’ said Sam. + ‘So busy, eh?’ said Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Busy!’ replied Pell; ‘I’m completely sewn up, as my friend the late Lord + ‘Busy!’ replied Pell; ‘I’m completely sewn up, as my friend the late Lord Chancellor many a time used to say to me, gentlemen, when he came out from hearing appeals in the House of Lords. Poor fellow; he was very susceptible to fatigue; he used to feel those appeals uncommonly. I - actually thought more than once that he’d have sunk under ‘em; I did, - indeed.’ + actually thought more than once that he’d have sunk under ‘em; I did, + indeed.’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Pell shook his head and paused; on which, the elder Mr. Weller, - nudging his neighbour, as begging him to mark the attorney’s high + nudging his neighbour, as begging him to mark the attorney’s high connections, asked whether the duties in question produced any permanent ill effects on the constitution of his noble friend. </p> <p> - ‘I don’t think he ever quite recovered them,’ replied Pell; ‘in fact I’m - sure he never did. “Pell,” he used to say to me many a time, “how the - blazes you can stand the head-work you do, is a mystery to me.”—“Well,” - I used to answer, “I hardly know how I do it, upon my life.”—“Pell,” - he’d add, sighing, and looking at me with a little envy—friendly - envy, you know, gentlemen, mere friendly envy; I never minded it—“Pell, - you’re a wonder; a wonder.” Ah! you’d have liked him very much if you had - known him, gentlemen. Bring me three-penn’orth of rum, my dear.’ + ‘I don’t think he ever quite recovered them,’ replied Pell; ‘in fact I’m + sure he never did. “Pell,” he used to say to me many a time, “how the + blazes you can stand the head-work you do, is a mystery to me.”—“Well,” + I used to answer, “I hardly know how I do it, upon my life.”—“Pell,” + he’d add, sighing, and looking at me with a little envy—friendly + envy, you know, gentlemen, mere friendly envy; I never minded it—“Pell, + you’re a wonder; a wonder.” Ah! you’d have liked him very much if you had + known him, gentlemen. Bring me three-penn’orth of rum, my dear.’ </p> <p> Addressing this latter remark to the waitress, in a tone of subdued grief, @@ -43272,10 +43204,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger by that time arrived, drank it up. </p> <p> - ‘However,’ said Pell, drawing a chair to the table, ‘a professional man + ‘However,’ said Pell, drawing a chair to the table, ‘a professional man has no right to think of his private friendships when his legal assistance is wanted. By the bye, gentlemen, since I saw you here before, we have had - to weep over a very melancholy occurrence.’ + to weep over a very melancholy occurrence.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pell drew out a pocket-handkerchief, when he came to the word weep, @@ -43283,8 +43215,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger which hung upon his upper lip. </p> <p> - ‘I saw it in the ADVERTISER, Mr. Weller,’ continued Pell. ‘Bless my soul, - not more than fifty-two! Dear me—only think.’ + ‘I saw it in the ADVERTISER, Mr. Weller,’ continued Pell. ‘Bless my soul, + not more than fifty-two! Dear me—only think.’ </p> <p> These indications of a musing spirit were addressed to the mottled-faced @@ -43296,97 +43228,97 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger difficult to encounter in argument, was controverted by nobody. </p> <p> - ‘I have heard it remarked that she was a very fine woman, Mr. Weller,’ + ‘I have heard it remarked that she was a very fine woman, Mr. Weller,’ said Pell, in a sympathising manner. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir, she wos,’ replied the elder Mr. Weller, not much relishing this + ‘Yes, sir, she wos,’ replied the elder Mr. Weller, not much relishing this mode of discussing the subject, and yet thinking that the attorney, from his long intimacy with the late Lord Chancellor, must know best on all - matters of polite breeding. ‘She wos a wery fine ‘ooman, sir, ven I first - know’d her. She wos a widder, sir, at that time.’ + matters of polite breeding. ‘She wos a wery fine ‘ooman, sir, ven I first + know’d her. She wos a widder, sir, at that time.’ </p> <p> - ‘Now, it’s curious,’ said Pell, looking round with a sorrowful smile; - ‘Mrs. Pell was a widow.’ + ‘Now, it’s curious,’ said Pell, looking round with a sorrowful smile; + ‘Mrs. Pell was a widow.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s very extraordinary,’ said the mottled-faced man. + ‘That’s very extraordinary,’ said the mottled-faced man. </p> <p> - ‘Well, it is a curious coincidence,’ said Pell. + ‘Well, it is a curious coincidence,’ said Pell. </p> <p> - ‘Not at all,’ gruffly remarked the elder Mr. Weller. ‘More widders is - married than single wimin.’ + ‘Not at all,’ gruffly remarked the elder Mr. Weller. ‘More widders is + married than single wimin.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good, very good,’ said Pell, ‘you’re quite right, Mr. Weller. Mrs. + ‘Very good, very good,’ said Pell, ‘you’re quite right, Mr. Weller. Mrs. Pell was a very elegant and accomplished woman; her manners were the theme of universal admiration in our neighbourhood. I was proud to see that woman dance; there was something so firm and dignified, and yet natural, in her motion. Her cutting, gentlemen, was simplicity itself. Ah! well, - well! Excuse my asking the question, Mr. Samuel,’ continued the attorney - in a lower voice, ‘was your mother-in-law tall?’ + well! Excuse my asking the question, Mr. Samuel,’ continued the attorney + in a lower voice, ‘was your mother-in-law tall?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not wery,’ replied Sam. + ‘Not wery,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Pell was a tall figure,’ said Pell, ‘a splendid woman, with a noble + ‘Mrs. Pell was a tall figure,’ said Pell, ‘a splendid woman, with a noble shape, and a nose, gentlemen, formed to command and be majestic. She was - very much attached to me—very much—highly connected, too. Her - mother’s brother, gentlemen, failed for eight hundred pounds, as a law - stationer.’ + very much attached to me—very much—highly connected, too. Her + mother’s brother, gentlemen, failed for eight hundred pounds, as a law + stationer.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Mr. Weller, who had grown rather restless during this - discussion, ‘vith regard to bis’ness.’ + ‘Vell,’ said Mr. Weller, who had grown rather restless during this + discussion, ‘vith regard to bis’ness.’ </p> <p> - The word was music to Pell’s ears. He had been revolving in his mind + The word was music to Pell’s ears. He had been revolving in his mind whether any business was to be transacted, or whether he had been merely invited to partake of a glass of brandy-and-water, or a bowl of punch, or any similar professional compliment, and now the doubt was set at rest without his appearing at all eager for its solution. His eyes glistened as - he laid his hat on the table, and said— + he laid his hat on the table, and said— </p> <p> - ‘What is the business upon which—um? Either of these gentlemen wish + ‘What is the business upon which—um? Either of these gentlemen wish to go through the court? We require an arrest; a friendly arrest will do, - you know; we are all friends here, I suppose?’ + you know; we are all friends here, I suppose?’ </p> <p> - ‘Give me the dockyment, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, taking the will from his - son, who appeared to enjoy the interview amazingly. ‘Wot we rekvire, sir, - is a probe o’ this here.’ + ‘Give me the dockyment, Sammy,’ said Mr. Weller, taking the will from his + son, who appeared to enjoy the interview amazingly. ‘Wot we rekvire, sir, + is a probe o’ this here.’ </p> <p> - ‘Probate, my dear Sir, probate,’ said Pell. + ‘Probate, my dear Sir, probate,’ said Pell. </p> <p> - ‘Well, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller sharply, ‘probe and probe it, is wery much - the same; if you don’t understand wot I mean, sir, I des-say I can find - them as does.’ + ‘Well, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller sharply, ‘probe and probe it, is wery much + the same; if you don’t understand wot I mean, sir, I des-say I can find + them as does.’ </p> <p> - ‘No offence, I hope, Mr. Weller,’ said Pell meekly. ‘You are the executor, - I see,’ he added, casting his eyes over the paper. + ‘No offence, I hope, Mr. Weller,’ said Pell meekly. ‘You are the executor, + I see,’ he added, casting his eyes over the paper. </p> <p> - ‘I am, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘I am, sir,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘These other gentlemen, I presume, are legatees, are they?’ inquired Pell, + ‘These other gentlemen, I presume, are legatees, are they?’ inquired Pell, with a congratulatory smile. </p> <p> - ‘Sammy is a leg-at-ease,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘these other gen’l’m’n is - friends o’ mine, just come to see fair; a kind of umpires.’ + ‘Sammy is a leg-at-ease,’ replied Mr. Weller; ‘these other gen’l’m’n is + friends o’ mine, just come to see fair; a kind of umpires.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh!’ said Pell, ‘very good. I have no objections, I’m sure. I shall want - a matter of five pound of you before I begin, ha! ha! ha!’ + ‘Oh!’ said Pell, ‘very good. I have no objections, I’m sure. I shall want + a matter of five pound of you before I begin, ha! ha! ha!’ </p> <p> It being decided by the committee that the five pound might be advanced, @@ -43397,13 +43329,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger gone wrong, for reasons not clearly made out, but no doubt sufficient. This important point being despatched, Mr. Pell refreshed himself with three chops, and liquids both malt and spirituous, at the expense of the - estate; and then they all went away to Doctors’ Commons. + estate; and then they all went away to Doctors’ Commons. </p> <p> - The next day there was another visit to Doctors’ Commons, and a great + The next day there was another visit to Doctors’ Commons, and a great to-do with an attesting hostler, who, being inebriated, declined swearing anything but profane oaths, to the great scandal of a proctor and - surrogate. Next week, there were more visits to Doctors’ Commons, and + surrogate. Next week, there were more visits to Doctors’ Commons, and there was a visit to the Legacy Duty Office besides, and there were treaties entered into, for the disposal of the lease and business, and ratifications of the same, and inventories to be made out, and lunches to @@ -43421,13 +43353,13 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> It was a kind of festive occasion, and the parties were attired - accordingly. Mr. Weller’s tops were newly cleaned, and his dress was + accordingly. Mr. Weller’s tops were newly cleaned, and his dress was arranged with peculiar care; the mottled-faced gentleman wore at his button-hole a full-sized dahlia with several leaves; and the coats of his two friends were adorned with nosegays of laurel and other evergreens. All three were habited in strict holiday costume; that is to say, they were wrapped up to the chins, and wore as many clothes as possible, which is, - and has been, a stage-coachman’s idea of full dress ever since + and has been, a stage-coachman’s idea of full dress ever since stage-coaches were invented. </p> <p> @@ -43436,27 +43368,27 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger and wristbands by frequent washings. </p> <p> - ‘A quarter to two,’ said Pell, looking at the parlour clock. ‘If we are - with Mr. Flasher at a quarter past, we shall just hit the best time.’ + ‘A quarter to two,’ said Pell, looking at the parlour clock. ‘If we are + with Mr. Flasher at a quarter past, we shall just hit the best time.’ </p> <p> - ‘What should you say to a drop o’ beer, gen’l’m’n?’ suggested the + ‘What should you say to a drop o’ beer, gen’l’m’n?’ suggested the mottled-faced man. </p> <p> - ‘And a little bit o’ cold beef,’ said the second coachman. + ‘And a little bit o’ cold beef,’ said the second coachman. </p> <p> - ‘Or a oyster,’ added the third, who was a hoarse gentleman, supported by + ‘Or a oyster,’ added the third, who was a hoarse gentleman, supported by very round legs. </p> <p> - ‘Hear, hear!’ said Pell; ‘to congratulate Mr. Weller, on his coming into - possession of his property, eh? Ha! ha!’ + ‘Hear, hear!’ said Pell; ‘to congratulate Mr. Weller, on his coming into + possession of his property, eh? Ha! ha!’ </p> <p> - ‘I’m quite agreeable, gen’l’m’n,’ answered Mr. Weller. ‘Sammy, pull the - bell.’ + ‘I’m quite agreeable, gen’l’m’n,’ answered Mr. Weller. ‘Sammy, pull the + bell.’ </p> <p> Sammy complied; and the porter, cold beef, and oysters being promptly @@ -43467,24 +43399,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger without betraying the least emotion. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pell, Sir,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, stirring a glass of + ‘Mr. Pell, Sir,’ said the elder Mr. Weller, stirring a glass of brandy-and-water, of which one was placed before every gentleman when the - oyster shells were removed—‘Mr. Pell, Sir, it wos my intention to - have proposed the funs on this occasion, but Samivel has vispered to me—’ + oyster shells were removed—‘Mr. Pell, Sir, it wos my intention to + have proposed the funs on this occasion, but Samivel has vispered to me—’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Samuel Weller, who had silently eaten his oysters with tranquil - smiles, cried, ‘Hear!’ in a very loud voice. + smiles, cried, ‘Hear!’ in a very loud voice. </p> <p> - ‘—Has vispered to me,’ resumed his father, ‘that it vould be better - to dewote the liquor to vishin’ you success and prosperity, and thankin’ - you for the manner in which you’ve brought this here business through. - Here’s your health, sir.’ + ‘—Has vispered to me,’ resumed his father, ‘that it vould be better + to dewote the liquor to vishin’ you success and prosperity, and thankin’ + you for the manner in which you’ve brought this here business through. + Here’s your health, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Hold hard there,’ interposed the mottled-faced gentleman, with sudden - energy; ‘your eyes on me, gen’l’m’n!’ + ‘Hold hard there,’ interposed the mottled-faced gentleman, with sudden + energy; ‘your eyes on me, gen’l’m’n!’ </p> <div class="fig" style="width:50%;"> <img width="100%" src="images/20498m.jpg" alt="20498m " /><br /> @@ -43503,25 +43435,25 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger combined every element of grandeur. </p> <p> - ‘Well, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pell, ‘all I can say is, that such marks of - confidence must be very gratifying to a professional man. I don’t wish to - say anything that might appear egotistical, gentlemen, but I’m very glad, - for your own sakes, that you came to me; that’s all. If you had gone to - any low member of the profession, it’s my firm conviction, and I assure + ‘Well, gentlemen,’ said Mr. Pell, ‘all I can say is, that such marks of + confidence must be very gratifying to a professional man. I don’t wish to + say anything that might appear egotistical, gentlemen, but I’m very glad, + for your own sakes, that you came to me; that’s all. If you had gone to + any low member of the profession, it’s my firm conviction, and I assure you of it as a fact, that you would have found yourselves in Queer Street before this. I could have wished my noble friend had been alive to have - seen my management of this case. I don’t say it out of pride, but I think—However, - gentlemen, I won’t trouble you with that. I’m generally to be found here, - gentlemen, but if I’m not here, or over the way, that’s my address. You’ll + seen my management of this case. I don’t say it out of pride, but I think—However, + gentlemen, I won’t trouble you with that. I’m generally to be found here, + gentlemen, but if I’m not here, or over the way, that’s my address. You’ll find my terms very cheap and reasonable, and no man attends more to his clients than I do, and I hope I know a little of my profession besides. If you have any opportunity of recommending me to any of your friends, gentlemen, I shall be very much obliged to you, and so will they too, when - they come to know me. Your healths, gentlemen.’ + they come to know me. Your healths, gentlemen.’ </p> <p> With this expression of his feelings, Mr. Solomon Pell laid three small - written cards before Mr. Weller’s friends, and, looking at the clock + written cards before Mr. Weller’s friends, and, looking at the clock again, feared it was time to be walking. Upon this hint Mr. Weller settled the bill, and, issuing forth, the executor, legatee, attorney, and umpires, directed their steps towards the city. @@ -43533,19 +43465,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, were at an adjacent livery stable; the groom of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, was on his way to the West End to deliver some game; the clerk of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, had gone to his dinner; and - so Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, himself, cried, ‘Come in,’ when Mr. Pell and + so Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, himself, cried, ‘Come in,’ when Mr. Pell and his companions knocked at the counting-house door. </p> <p> - ‘Good-morning, Sir,’ said Pell, bowing obsequiously. ‘We want to make a - little transfer, if you please.’ + ‘Good-morning, Sir,’ said Pell, bowing obsequiously. ‘We want to make a + little transfer, if you please.’ </p> <p> - ‘Oh, just come in, will you?’ said Mr. Flasher. ‘Sit down a minute; I’ll - attend to you directly.’ + ‘Oh, just come in, will you?’ said Mr. Flasher. ‘Sit down a minute; I’ll + attend to you directly.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank you, Sir,’ said Pell, ‘there’s no hurry. Take a chair, Mr. Weller.’ + ‘Thank you, Sir,’ said Pell, ‘there’s no hurry. Take a chair, Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller took a chair, and Sam took a box, and the umpires took what @@ -43554,8 +43486,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger been the finest efforts of the old masters. </p> <p> - ‘Well, I’ll bet you half a dozen of claret on it; come!’ said Wilkins - Flasher, Esquire, resuming the conversation to which Mr. Pell’s entrance + ‘Well, I’ll bet you half a dozen of claret on it; come!’ said Wilkins + Flasher, Esquire, resuming the conversation to which Mr. Pell’s entrance had caused a momentary interruption. </p> <p> @@ -43570,58 +43502,58 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger scented pocket-handkerchiefs. </p> <p> - ‘I never bet half a dozen!’ said the other gentleman. ‘I’ll take a dozen.’ + ‘I never bet half a dozen!’ said the other gentleman. ‘I’ll take a dozen.’ </p> <p> - ‘Done, Simmery, done!’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. + ‘Done, Simmery, done!’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. </p> <p> - ‘P. P., mind,’ observed the other. + ‘P. P., mind,’ observed the other. </p> <p> - ‘Of course,’ replied Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, + ‘Of course,’ replied Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, entered it in a little book, with a gold pencil-case, and the other gentleman entered it also, in another little book with another gold pencil-case. </p> <p> - ‘I see there’s a notice up this morning about Boffer,’ observed Mr. - Simmery. ‘Poor devil, he’s expelled the house!’ + ‘I see there’s a notice up this morning about Boffer,’ observed Mr. + Simmery. ‘Poor devil, he’s expelled the house!’ </p> <p> - ‘I’ll bet you ten guineas to five, he cuts his throat,’ said Wilkins + ‘I’ll bet you ten guineas to five, he cuts his throat,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. </p> <p> - ‘Done,’ replied Mr. Simmery. + ‘Done,’ replied Mr. Simmery. </p> <p> - ‘Stop! I bar,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, thoughtfully. ‘Perhaps he - may hang himself.’ + ‘Stop! I bar,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, thoughtfully. ‘Perhaps he + may hang himself.’ </p> <p> - ‘Very good,’ rejoined Mr. Simmery, pulling out the gold pencil-case again. - ‘I’ve no objection to take you that way. Say, makes away with himself.’ + ‘Very good,’ rejoined Mr. Simmery, pulling out the gold pencil-case again. + ‘I’ve no objection to take you that way. Say, makes away with himself.’ </p> <p> - ‘Kills himself, in fact,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. + ‘Kills himself, in fact,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. </p> <p> - ‘Just so,’ replied Mr. Simmery, putting it down. ‘“Flasher—ten - guineas to five, Boffer kills himself.” Within what time shall we say?’ + ‘Just so,’ replied Mr. Simmery, putting it down. ‘“Flasher—ten + guineas to five, Boffer kills himself.” Within what time shall we say?’ </p> <p> - ‘A fortnight?’ suggested Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. + ‘A fortnight?’ suggested Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. </p> <p> - ‘Con-found it, no,’ rejoined Mr. Simmery, stopping for an instant to smash - a fly with the ruler. ‘Say a week.’ + ‘Con-found it, no,’ rejoined Mr. Simmery, stopping for an instant to smash + a fly with the ruler. ‘Say a week.’ </p> <p> - ‘Split the difference,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. ‘Make it ten days.’ + ‘Split the difference,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. ‘Make it ten days.’ </p> <p> - ‘Well; ten days,’ rejoined Mr. Simmery. + ‘Well; ten days,’ rejoined Mr. Simmery. </p> <p> So it was entered down on the little books that Boffer was to kill himself @@ -43631,19 +43563,19 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Flasher, Esquire, five guineas, instead. </p> <p> - ‘I’m very sorry he has failed,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. ‘Capital - dinners he gave.’ + ‘I’m very sorry he has failed,’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. ‘Capital + dinners he gave.’ </p> <p> - ‘Fine port he had too,’ remarked Mr. Simmery. ‘We are going to send our - butler to the sale to-morrow, to pick up some of that sixty-four.’ + ‘Fine port he had too,’ remarked Mr. Simmery. ‘We are going to send our + butler to the sale to-morrow, to pick up some of that sixty-four.’ </p> <p> - ‘The devil you are!’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. ‘My man’s going too. - Five guineas my man outbids your man.’ + ‘The devil you are!’ said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire. ‘My man’s going too. + Five guineas my man outbids your man.’ </p> <p> - ‘Done.’ + ‘Done.’ </p> <p> Another entry was made in the little books, with the gold pencil-cases; @@ -43652,7 +43584,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger forward. </p> <p> - Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, now condescended to receive Mr. Solomon Pell’s + Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, now condescended to receive Mr. Solomon Pell’s instructions, and having filled up some printed forms, requested the party to follow him to the bank, which they did: Mr. Weller and his three friends staring at all they beheld in unbounded astonishment, and Sam @@ -43666,55 +43598,55 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger standing for a few moments, while they went upstairs into the Will Office. </p> <p> - ‘Wot place is this here?’ whispered the mottled-faced gentleman to the + ‘Wot place is this here?’ whispered the mottled-faced gentleman to the elder Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Counsel’s Office,’ replied the executor in a whisper. + ‘Counsel’s Office,’ replied the executor in a whisper. </p> <p> - ‘Wot are them gen’l’men a-settin’ behind the counters?’ asked the hoarse + ‘Wot are them gen’l’men a-settin’ behind the counters?’ asked the hoarse coachman. </p> <p> - ‘Reduced counsels, I s’pose,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Ain’t they the reduced - counsels, Samivel?’ + ‘Reduced counsels, I s’pose,’ replied Mr. Weller. ‘Ain’t they the reduced + counsels, Samivel?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wy, you don’t suppose the reduced counsels is alive, do you?’ inquired + ‘Wy, you don’t suppose the reduced counsels is alive, do you?’ inquired Sam, with some disdain. </p> <p> - ‘How should I know?’ retorted Mr. Weller; ‘I thought they looked wery like - it. Wot are they, then?’ + ‘How should I know?’ retorted Mr. Weller; ‘I thought they looked wery like + it. Wot are they, then?’ </p> <p> - ‘Clerks,’ replied Sam. + ‘Clerks,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> - ‘Wot are they all a-eatin’ ham sangwidges for?’ inquired his father. + ‘Wot are they all a-eatin’ ham sangwidges for?’ inquired his father. </p> <p> - ‘’Cos it’s in their dooty, I suppose,’ replied Sam, ‘it’s a part o’ the - system; they’re alvays a-doin’ it here, all day long!’ + ‘’Cos it’s in their dooty, I suppose,’ replied Sam, ‘it’s a part o’ the + system; they’re alvays a-doin’ it here, all day long!’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller and his friends had scarcely had a moment to reflect upon this singular regulation as connected with the monetary system of the country, when they were rejoined by Pell and Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, who led them to a part of the counter above which was a round blackboard with a large - ‘W.’ on it. + ‘W.’ on it. </p> <p> - ‘Wot’s that for, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller, directing Pell’s attention to + ‘Wot’s that for, Sir?’ inquired Mr. Weller, directing Pell’s attention to the target in question. </p> <p> - ‘The first letter of the name of the deceased,’ replied Pell. + ‘The first letter of the name of the deceased,’ replied Pell. </p> <p> - ‘I say,’ said Mr. Weller, turning round to the umpires, there’s somethin’ - wrong here. We’s our letter—this won’t do.’ + ‘I say,’ said Mr. Weller, turning round to the umpires, there’s somethin’ + wrong here. We’s our letter—this won’t do.’ </p> <p> The referees at once gave it as their decided opinion that the business @@ -43723,7 +43655,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger for the prompt, though, at first sight, undutiful behaviour of Sam, who, seizing his father by the skirt of the coat, dragged him to the counter, and pinned him there, until he had affixed his signature to a couple of - instruments; which, from Mr. Weller’s habit of printing, was a work of so + instruments; which, from Mr. Weller’s habit of printing, was a work of so much labour and time, that the officiating clerk peeled and ate three Ribstone pippins while it was performing. </p> @@ -43733,8 +43665,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, after a short absence, returned with a cheque on Smith, Payne, & Smith, for five hundred and thirty pounds; that being the money to which Mr. Weller, at the market price of the day, was - entitled, in consideration of the balance of the second Mrs. Weller’s - funded savings. Sam’s two hundred pounds stood transferred to his name, + entitled, in consideration of the balance of the second Mrs. Weller’s + funded savings. Sam’s two hundred pounds stood transferred to his name, and Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, having been paid his commission, dropped the money carelessly into his coat pocket, and lounged back to his office. </p> @@ -43745,15 +43677,15 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger consented to receive the amount in five-pound notes. </p> <p> - ‘My son,’ said Mr. Weller, as they came out of the banking-house—‘my + ‘My son,’ said Mr. Weller, as they came out of the banking-house—‘my son and me has a wery partickler engagement this arternoon, and I should - like to have this here bis’ness settled out of hand, so let’s jest go - straight avay someveres, vere ve can hordit the accounts.’ + like to have this here bis’ness settled out of hand, so let’s jest go + straight avay someveres, vere ve can hordit the accounts.’ </p> <p> A quiet room was soon found, and the accounts were produced and audited. - Mr. Pell’s bill was taxed by Sam, and some charges were disallowed by the - umpires; but, notwithstanding Mr. Pell’s declaration, accompanied with + Mr. Pell’s bill was taxed by Sam, and some charges were disallowed by the + umpires; but, notwithstanding Mr. Pell’s declaration, accompanied with many solemn asseverations that they were really too hard upon him, it was by very many degrees the best professional job he had ever had, and one on which he boarded, lodged, and washed, for six months afterwards. @@ -43765,10 +43697,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger a friendly leave, and Sam and his father were left alone. </p> <p> - ‘There!’ said Mr. Weller, thrusting his pocket-book in his side pocket. - ‘Vith the bills for the lease, and that, there’s eleven hundred and eighty - pound here. Now, Samivel, my boy, turn the horses’ heads to the George and - Wulter!’ + ‘There!’ said Mr. Weller, thrusting his pocket-book in his side pocket. + ‘Vith the bills for the lease, and that, there’s eleven hundred and eighty + pound here. Now, Samivel, my boy, turn the horses’ heads to the George and + Wulter!’ </p> <p> <a name="link2HCH0056" id="link2HCH0056"> @@ -43779,7 +43711,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </div> <h2> CHAPTER LVI. AN IMPORTANT CONFERENCE TAKES PLACE BETWEEN MR. PICKWICK AND - SAMUEL WELLER, AT WHICH HIS PARENT ASSISTS—AN OLD GENTLEMAN IN A + SAMUEL WELLER, AT WHICH HIS PARENT ASSISTS—AN OLD GENTLEMAN IN A SNUFF-COLOURED SUIT ARRIVES UNEXPECTEDLY </h2> <p class="pfirst"> @@ -43788,24 +43720,24 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger considerations how he could best provide for the young couple whose present unsettled condition was matter of constant regret and anxiety to him, when Mary stepped lightly into the room, and, advancing to the table, - said, rather hastily— + said, rather hastily— </p> <p> - ‘Oh, if you please, Sir, Samuel is downstairs, and he says may his father - see you?’ + ‘Oh, if you please, Sir, Samuel is downstairs, and he says may his father + see you?’ </p> <p> - ‘Surely,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Surely,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Thank you, Sir,’ said Mary, tripping towards the door again. + ‘Thank you, Sir,’ said Mary, tripping towards the door again. </p> <p> - ‘Sam has not been here long, has he?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Sam has not been here long, has he?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Oh, no, Sir,’ replied Mary eagerly. ‘He has only just come home. He is - not going to ask you for any more leave, Sir, he says.’ + ‘Oh, no, Sir,’ replied Mary eagerly. ‘He has only just come home. He is + not going to ask you for any more leave, Sir, he says.’ </p> <p> Mary might have been conscious that she had communicated this last @@ -43816,7 +43748,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger there appeared any absolute occasion for. </p> <p> - ‘Tell them they can come up at once, by all means,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Tell them they can come up at once, by all means,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Mary, apparently much relieved, hurried away with her message. @@ -43826,14 +43758,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his chin with his left hand as he did so, appeared lost in thought. </p> <p> - ‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, at length in a kind but somewhat - melancholy tone, ‘it is the best way in which I could reward him for his - attachment and fidelity; let it be so, in Heaven’s name. It is the fate of + ‘Well, well,’ said Mr. Pickwick, at length in a kind but somewhat + melancholy tone, ‘it is the best way in which I could reward him for his + attachment and fidelity; let it be so, in Heaven’s name. It is the fate of a lonely old man, that those about him should form new and different attachments and leave him. I have no right to expect that it should be - otherwise with me. No, no,’ added Mr. Pickwick more cheerfully, ‘it would + otherwise with me. No, no,’ added Mr. Pickwick more cheerfully, ‘it would be selfish and ungrateful. I ought to be happy to have an opportunity of - providing for him so well. I am. Of course I am.’ + providing for him so well. I am. Of course I am.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick had been so absorbed in these reflections, that a knock at @@ -43842,33 +43774,33 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger required permission, and Sam Weller entered, followed by his father. </p> <p> - ‘Glad to see you back again, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘How do you do, Mr. - Weller?’ + ‘Glad to see you back again, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘How do you do, Mr. + Weller?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery hearty, thank’ee, sir,’ replied the widower; ‘hope I see you well, - sir.’ + ‘Wery hearty, thank’ee, sir,’ replied the widower; ‘hope I see you well, + sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Quite, I thank you,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Quite, I thank you,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘I wanted to have a little bit o’ conwersation with you, sir,’ said Mr. - Weller, ‘if you could spare me five minits or so, sir.’ + ‘I wanted to have a little bit o’ conwersation with you, sir,’ said Mr. + Weller, ‘if you could spare me five minits or so, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Sam, give your father a chair.’ + ‘Certainly,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Sam, give your father a chair.’ </p> <p> - ‘Thank’ee, Samivel, I’ve got a cheer here,’ said Mr. Weller, bringing one - forward as he spoke; ‘uncommon fine day it’s been, sir,’ added the old + ‘Thank’ee, Samivel, I’ve got a cheer here,’ said Mr. Weller, bringing one + forward as he spoke; ‘uncommon fine day it’s been, sir,’ added the old gentleman, laying his hat on the floor as he sat himself down. </p> <p> - ‘Remarkably so, indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Very seasonable.’ + ‘Remarkably so, indeed,’ replied Mr. Pickwick. ‘Very seasonable.’ </p> <p> - ‘Seasonablest veather I ever see, sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. Here, the old + ‘Seasonablest veather I ever see, sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. Here, the old gentleman was seized with a violent fit of coughing, which, being terminated, he nodded his head and winked and made several supplicatory and threatening gestures to his son, all of which Sam Weller steadily @@ -43876,44 +43808,44 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick, perceiving that there was some embarrassment on the old - gentleman’s part, affected to be engaged in cutting the leaves of a book + gentleman’s part, affected to be engaged in cutting the leaves of a book that lay beside him, and waited patiently until Mr. Weller should arrive at the object of his visit. </p> <p> - ‘I never see sich a aggrawatin’ boy as you are, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller, - looking indignantly at his son; ‘never in all my born days.’ + ‘I never see sich a aggrawatin’ boy as you are, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller, + looking indignantly at his son; ‘never in all my born days.’ </p> <p> - ‘What is he doing, Mr. Weller?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘What is he doing, Mr. Weller?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘He von’t begin, sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller; ‘he knows I ain’t ekal to - ex-pressin’ myself ven there’s anythin’ partickler to be done, and yet - he’ll stand and see me a-settin’ here taking up your walable time, and - makin’ a reg’lar spectacle o’ myself, rayther than help me out vith a - syllable. It ain’t filial conduct, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller, wiping his - forehead; ‘wery far from it.’ + ‘He von’t begin, sir,’ rejoined Mr. Weller; ‘he knows I ain’t ekal to + ex-pressin’ myself ven there’s anythin’ partickler to be done, and yet + he’ll stand and see me a-settin’ here taking up your walable time, and + makin’ a reg’lar spectacle o’ myself, rayther than help me out vith a + syllable. It ain’t filial conduct, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller, wiping his + forehead; ‘wery far from it.’ </p> <p> - ‘You said you’d speak,’ replied Sam; ‘how should I know you wos done up at - the wery beginnin’?’ + ‘You said you’d speak,’ replied Sam; ‘how should I know you wos done up at + the wery beginnin’?’ </p> <p> - ‘You might ha’ seen I warn’t able to start,’ rejoined his father; ‘I’m on - the wrong side of the road, and backin’ into the palin’s, and all manner - of unpleasantness, and yet you von’t put out a hand to help me. I’m - ashamed on you, Samivel.’ + ‘You might ha’ seen I warn’t able to start,’ rejoined his father; ‘I’m on + the wrong side of the road, and backin’ into the palin’s, and all manner + of unpleasantness, and yet you von’t put out a hand to help me. I’m + ashamed on you, Samivel.’ </p> <p> - ‘The fact is, Sir,’ said Sam, with a slight bow, ‘the gov’nor’s been - a-drawin’ his money.’ + ‘The fact is, Sir,’ said Sam, with a slight bow, ‘the gov’nor’s been + a-drawin’ his money.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, Samivel, wery good,’ said Mr. Weller, nodding his head with a - satisfied air, ‘I didn’t mean to speak harsh to you, Sammy. Wery good. - That’s the vay to begin. Come to the pint at once. Wery good indeed, - Samivel.’ + ‘Wery good, Samivel, wery good,’ said Mr. Weller, nodding his head with a + satisfied air, ‘I didn’t mean to speak harsh to you, Sammy. Wery good. + That’s the vay to begin. Come to the pint at once. Wery good indeed, + Samivel.’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller nodded his head an extraordinary number of times, in the excess @@ -43921,161 +43853,161 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger his statement. </p> <p> - ‘You may sit down, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, apprehending that the + ‘You may sit down, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, apprehending that the interview was likely to prove rather longer than he had expected. </p> <p> - Sam bowed again and sat down; his father looking round, he continued— + Sam bowed again and sat down; his father looking round, he continued— </p> <p> - ‘The gov’nor, sir, has drawn out five hundred and thirty pound.’ + ‘The gov’nor, sir, has drawn out five hundred and thirty pound.’ </p> <p> - ‘Reduced counsels,’ interposed Mr. Weller, senior, in an undertone. + ‘Reduced counsels,’ interposed Mr. Weller, senior, in an undertone. </p> <p> - ‘It don’t much matter vether it’s reduced counsels, or wot not,’ said Sam; - ‘five hundred and thirty pounds is the sum, ain’t it?’ + ‘It don’t much matter vether it’s reduced counsels, or wot not,’ said Sam; + ‘five hundred and thirty pounds is the sum, ain’t it?’ </p> <p> - ‘All right, Samivel,’ replied Mr. Weller. + ‘All right, Samivel,’ replied Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘To vich sum, he has added for the house and bisness—’ + ‘To vich sum, he has added for the house and bisness—’ </p> <p> - ‘Lease, good-vill, stock, and fixters,’ interposed Mr. Weller. + ‘Lease, good-vill, stock, and fixters,’ interposed Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘As much as makes it,’ continued Sam, ‘altogether, eleven hundred and - eighty pound.’ + ‘As much as makes it,’ continued Sam, ‘altogether, eleven hundred and + eighty pound.’ </p> <p> - ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am delighted to hear it. I congratulate - you, Mr. Weller, on having done so well.’ + ‘Indeed!’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘I am delighted to hear it. I congratulate + you, Mr. Weller, on having done so well.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vait a minit, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, raising his hand in a deprecatory - manner. ‘Get on, Samivel.’ + ‘Vait a minit, Sir,’ said Mr. Weller, raising his hand in a deprecatory + manner. ‘Get on, Samivel.’ </p> <p> - ‘This here money,’ said Sam, with a little hesitation, ‘he’s anxious to - put someveres, vere he knows it’ll be safe, and I’m wery anxious too, for - if he keeps it, he’ll go a-lendin’ it to somebody, or inwestin’ property - in horses, or droppin’ his pocket-book down an airy, or makin’ a Egyptian - mummy of his-self in some vay or another.’ + ‘This here money,’ said Sam, with a little hesitation, ‘he’s anxious to + put someveres, vere he knows it’ll be safe, and I’m wery anxious too, for + if he keeps it, he’ll go a-lendin’ it to somebody, or inwestin’ property + in horses, or droppin’ his pocket-book down an airy, or makin’ a Egyptian + mummy of his-self in some vay or another.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, Samivel,’ observed Mr. Weller, in as complacent a manner as if + ‘Wery good, Samivel,’ observed Mr. Weller, in as complacent a manner as if Sam had been passing the highest eulogiums on his prudence and foresight. - ‘Wery good.’ + ‘Wery good.’ </p> <p> - ‘For vich reasons,’ continued Sam, plucking nervously at the brim of his - hat—‘for vich reasons, he’s drawn it out to-day, and come here vith - me to say, leastvays to offer, or in other vords—’ + ‘For vich reasons,’ continued Sam, plucking nervously at the brim of his + hat—‘for vich reasons, he’s drawn it out to-day, and come here vith + me to say, leastvays to offer, or in other vords—’ </p> <p> - ‘To say this here,’ said the elder Mr. Weller impatiently, ‘that it ain’t - o’ no use to me. I’m a-goin’ to vork a coach reg’lar, and ha’n’t got - noveres to keep it in, unless I vos to pay the guard for takin’ care on - it, or to put it in vun o’ the coach pockets, vich ‘ud be a temptation to - the insides. If you’ll take care on it for me, sir, I shall be wery much - obliged to you. P’raps,’ said Mr. Weller, walking up to Mr. Pickwick and - whispering in his ear—‘p’raps it’ll go a little vay towards the - expenses o’ that ‘ere conwiction. All I say is, just you keep it till I - ask you for it again.’ With these words, Mr. Weller placed the pocket-book - in Mr. Pickwick’s hands, caught up his hat, and ran out of the room with a + ‘To say this here,’ said the elder Mr. Weller impatiently, ‘that it ain’t + o’ no use to me. I’m a-goin’ to vork a coach reg’lar, and ha’n’t got + noveres to keep it in, unless I vos to pay the guard for takin’ care on + it, or to put it in vun o’ the coach pockets, vich ‘ud be a temptation to + the insides. If you’ll take care on it for me, sir, I shall be wery much + obliged to you. P’raps,’ said Mr. Weller, walking up to Mr. Pickwick and + whispering in his ear—‘p’raps it’ll go a little vay towards the + expenses o’ that ‘ere conwiction. All I say is, just you keep it till I + ask you for it again.’ With these words, Mr. Weller placed the pocket-book + in Mr. Pickwick’s hands, caught up his hat, and ran out of the room with a celerity scarcely to be expected from so corpulent a subject. </p> <p> - ‘Stop him, Sam!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick earnestly. ‘Overtake him; bring - him back instantly! Mr. Weller—here—come back!’ + ‘Stop him, Sam!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick earnestly. ‘Overtake him; bring + him back instantly! Mr. Weller—here—come back!’ </p> <p> - Sam saw that his master’s injunctions were not to be disobeyed; and, + Sam saw that his master’s injunctions were not to be disobeyed; and, catching his father by the arm as he was descending the stairs, dragged him back by main force. </p> <p> - ‘My good friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick, taking the old man by the hand, ‘your - honest confidence overpowers me.’ + ‘My good friend,’ said Mr. Pickwick, taking the old man by the hand, ‘your + honest confidence overpowers me.’ </p> <p> - ‘I don’t see no occasion for nothin’ o’ the kind, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller + ‘I don’t see no occasion for nothin’ o’ the kind, Sir,’ replied Mr. Weller obstinately. </p> <p> - ‘I assure you, my good friend, I have more money than I can ever need; far - more than a man at my age can ever live to spend,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I assure you, my good friend, I have more money than I can ever need; far + more than a man at my age can ever live to spend,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘No man knows how much he can spend, till he tries,’ observed Mr. Weller. + ‘No man knows how much he can spend, till he tries,’ observed Mr. Weller. </p> <p> - ‘Perhaps not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘but as I have no intention of trying + ‘Perhaps not,’ replied Mr. Pickwick; ‘but as I have no intention of trying any such experiments, I am not likely to come to want. I must beg you to - take this back, Mr. Weller.’ + take this back, Mr. Weller.’ </p> <p> - Wery well,’ said Mr. Weller, with a discontented look. ‘Mark my vords, - Sammy, I’ll do somethin’ desperate vith this here property; somethin’ - desperate!’ + Wery well,’ said Mr. Weller, with a discontented look. ‘Mark my vords, + Sammy, I’ll do somethin’ desperate vith this here property; somethin’ + desperate!’ </p> <p> - ‘You’d better not,’ replied Sam. + ‘You’d better not,’ replied Sam. </p> <p> Mr. Weller reflected for a short time, and then, buttoning up his coat - with great determination, said— + with great determination, said— </p> <p> - ‘I’ll keep a pike.’ + ‘I’ll keep a pike.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wot!’ exclaimed Sam. + ‘Wot!’ exclaimed Sam. </p> <p> - ‘A pike!’ rejoined Mr. Weller, through his set teeth; ‘I’ll keep a pike. + ‘A pike!’ rejoined Mr. Weller, through his set teeth; ‘I’ll keep a pike. Say good-bye to your father, Samivel. I dewote the remainder of my days to - a pike.’ + a pike.’ </p> <p> This threat was such an awful one, and Mr. Weller, besides appearing fully resolved to carry it into execution, seemed so deeply mortified by Mr. - Pickwick’s refusal, that that gentleman, after a short reflection, said— + Pickwick’s refusal, that that gentleman, after a short reflection, said— </p> <p> - ‘Well, well, Mr. Weller, I will keep your money. I can do more good with - it, perhaps, than you can.’ + ‘Well, well, Mr. Weller, I will keep your money. I can do more good with + it, perhaps, than you can.’ </p> <p> - ‘Just the wery thing, to be sure,’ said Mr. Weller, brightening up; ‘o’ - course you can, sir.’ + ‘Just the wery thing, to be sure,’ said Mr. Weller, brightening up; ‘o’ + course you can, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Say no more about it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, locking the pocket-book in his - desk; ‘I am heartily obliged to you, my good friend. Now sit down again. I - want to ask your advice.’ + ‘Say no more about it,’ said Mr. Pickwick, locking the pocket-book in his + desk; ‘I am heartily obliged to you, my good friend. Now sit down again. I + want to ask your advice.’ </p> <p> The internal laughter occasioned by the triumphant success of his visit, - which had convulsed not only Mr. Weller’s face, but his arms, legs, and + which had convulsed not only Mr. Weller’s face, but his arms, legs, and body also, during the locking up of the pocket-book, suddenly gave place to the most dignified gravity as he heard these words. </p> <p> - ‘Wait outside a few minutes, Sam, will you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Wait outside a few minutes, Sam, will you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Sam immediately withdrew. </p> <p> Mr. Weller looked uncommonly wise and very much amazed, when Mr. Pickwick - opened the discourse by saying— + opened the discourse by saying— </p> <p> - ‘You are not an advocate for matrimony, I think, Mr. Weller?’ + ‘You are not an advocate for matrimony, I think, Mr. Weller?’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller shook his head. He was wholly unable to speak; vague thoughts @@ -44083,26 +44015,26 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Pickwick, choked his utterance. </p> <p> - ‘Did you happen to see a young girl downstairs when you came in just now - with your son?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Did you happen to see a young girl downstairs when you came in just now + with your son?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Yes. I see a young gal,’ replied Mr. Weller shortly. + ‘Yes. I see a young gal,’ replied Mr. Weller shortly. </p> <p> - ‘What did you think of her, now? Candidly, Mr. Weller, what did you think - of her?’ + ‘What did you think of her, now? Candidly, Mr. Weller, what did you think + of her?’ </p> <p> - ‘I thought she wos wery plump, and vell made,’ said Mr. Weller, with a + ‘I thought she wos wery plump, and vell made,’ said Mr. Weller, with a critical air. </p> <p> - ‘So she is,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘so she is. What did you think of her - manners, from what you saw of her?’ + ‘So she is,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘so she is. What did you think of her + manners, from what you saw of her?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery pleasant,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘Wery pleasant and comformable.’ + ‘Wery pleasant,’ rejoined Mr. Weller. ‘Wery pleasant and comformable.’ </p> <p> The precise meaning which Mr. Weller attached to this last-mentioned @@ -44111,165 +44043,165 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger satisfied as if he had been thoroughly enlightened on the subject. </p> <p> - ‘I take a great interest in her, Mr. Weller,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I take a great interest in her, Mr. Weller,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> Mr. Weller coughed. </p> <p> - ‘I mean an interest in her doing well,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick; ‘a desire - that she may be comfortable and prosperous. You understand?’ + ‘I mean an interest in her doing well,’ resumed Mr. Pickwick; ‘a desire + that she may be comfortable and prosperous. You understand?’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery clearly,’ replied Mr. Weller, who understood nothing yet. + ‘Wery clearly,’ replied Mr. Weller, who understood nothing yet. </p> <p> - ‘That young person,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘is attached to your son.’ + ‘That young person,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘is attached to your son.’ </p> <p> - ‘To Samivel Veller!’ exclaimed the parent. + ‘To Samivel Veller!’ exclaimed the parent. </p> <p> - ‘Yes,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Yes,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘It’s nat’ral,’ said Mr. Weller, after some consideration, ‘nat’ral, but - rayther alarmin’. Sammy must be careful.’ + ‘It’s nat’ral,’ said Mr. Weller, after some consideration, ‘nat’ral, but + rayther alarmin’. Sammy must be careful.’ </p> <p> - ‘How do you mean?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. + ‘How do you mean?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Wery careful that he don’t say nothin’ to her,’ responded Mr. Weller. - ‘Wery careful that he ain’t led avay, in a innocent moment, to say - anythin’ as may lead to a conwiction for breach. You’re never safe vith - ‘em, Mr. Pickwick, ven they vunce has designs on you; there’s no knowin’ - vere to have ‘em; and vile you’re a-considering of it, they have you. I - wos married fust, that vay myself, Sir, and Sammy wos the consekens o’ the - manoover.’ + ‘Wery careful that he don’t say nothin’ to her,’ responded Mr. Weller. + ‘Wery careful that he ain’t led avay, in a innocent moment, to say + anythin’ as may lead to a conwiction for breach. You’re never safe vith + ‘em, Mr. Pickwick, ven they vunce has designs on you; there’s no knowin’ + vere to have ‘em; and vile you’re a-considering of it, they have you. I + wos married fust, that vay myself, Sir, and Sammy wos the consekens o’ the + manoover.’ </p> <p> - ‘You give me no great encouragement to conclude what I have to say,’ - observed Mr. Pickwick, ‘but I had better do so at once. This young person + ‘You give me no great encouragement to conclude what I have to say,’ + observed Mr. Pickwick, ‘but I had better do so at once. This young person is not only attached to your son, Mr. Weller, but your son is attached to - her.’ + her.’ </p> <p> - ‘Vell,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘this here’s a pretty sort o’ thing to come to a - father’s ears, this is!’ + ‘Vell,’ said Mr. Weller, ‘this here’s a pretty sort o’ thing to come to a + father’s ears, this is!’ </p> <p> - ‘I have observed them on several occasions,’ said Mr. Pickwick, making no - comment on Mr. Weller’s last remark; ‘and entertain no doubt at all about + ‘I have observed them on several occasions,’ said Mr. Pickwick, making no + comment on Mr. Weller’s last remark; ‘and entertain no doubt at all about it. Supposing I were desirous of establishing them comfortably as man and wife in some little business or situation, where they might hope to obtain - a decent living, what should you think of it, Mr. Weller?’ + a decent living, what should you think of it, Mr. Weller?’ </p> <p> At first, Mr. Weller received with wry faces a proposition involving the marriage of anybody in whom he took an interest; but, as Mr. Pickwick argued the point with him, and laid great stress on the fact that Mary was not a widow, he gradually became more tractable. Mr. Pickwick had great - influence over him, and he had been much struck with Mary’s appearance; + influence over him, and he had been much struck with Mary’s appearance; having, in fact, bestowed several very unfatherly winks upon her, already. - At length he said that it was not for him to oppose Mr. Pickwick’s + At length he said that it was not for him to oppose Mr. Pickwick’s inclination, and that he would be very happy to yield to his advice; upon which, Mr. Pickwick joyfully took him at his word, and called Sam back into the room. </p> <p> - ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, clearing his throat, ‘your father and I have - been having some conversation about you.’ + ‘Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, clearing his throat, ‘your father and I have + been having some conversation about you.’ </p> <p> - ‘About you, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller, in a patronising and impressive + ‘About you, Samivel,’ said Mr. Weller, in a patronising and impressive voice. </p> <p> - ‘I am not so blind, Sam, as not to have seen, a long time since, that you - entertain something more than a friendly feeling towards Mrs. Winkle’s - maid,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘I am not so blind, Sam, as not to have seen, a long time since, that you + entertain something more than a friendly feeling towards Mrs. Winkle’s + maid,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘You hear this, Samivel?’ said Mr. Weller, in the same judicial form of + ‘You hear this, Samivel?’ said Mr. Weller, in the same judicial form of speech as before. </p> <p> - ‘I hope, Sir,’ said Sam, addressing his master, ‘I hope there’s no harm in - a young man takin’ notice of a young ‘ooman as is undeniably good-looking - and well-conducted.’ + ‘I hope, Sir,’ said Sam, addressing his master, ‘I hope there’s no harm in + a young man takin’ notice of a young ‘ooman as is undeniably good-looking + and well-conducted.’ </p> <p> - ‘Certainly not,’ said Mr. Pickwick. + ‘Certainly not,’ said Mr. Pickwick. </p> <p> - ‘Not by no means,’ acquiesced Mr. Weller, affably but magisterially. + ‘Not by no means,’ acquiesced Mr. Weller, affably but magisterially. </p> <p> - ‘So far from thinking there is anything wrong in conduct so natural,’ - resumed Mr. Pickwick, ‘it is my wish to assist and promote your wishes in + ‘So far from thinking there is anything wrong in conduct so natural,’ + resumed Mr. Pickwick, ‘it is my wish to assist and promote your wishes in this respect. With this view, I have had a little conversation with your - father; and finding that he is of my opinion—’ + father; and finding that he is of my opinion—’ </p> <p> - ‘The lady not bein’ a widder,’ interposed Mr. Weller in explanation. + ‘The lady not bein’ a widder,’ interposed Mr. Weller in explanation. </p> <p> - ‘The lady not being a widow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling. ‘I wish to free + ‘The lady not being a widow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, smiling. ‘I wish to free you from the restraint which your present position imposes upon you, and to mark my sense of your fidelity and many excellent qualities, by enabling you to marry this girl at once, and to earn an independent - livelihood for yourself and family. I shall be proud, Sam,’ said Mr. + livelihood for yourself and family. I shall be proud, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, whose voice had faltered a little hitherto, but now resumed its - customary tone, ‘proud and happy to make your future prospects in life my - grateful and peculiar care.’ + customary tone, ‘proud and happy to make your future prospects in life my + grateful and peculiar care.’ </p> <p> There was a profound silence for a short time, and then Sam said, in a - low, husky sort of voice, but firmly withal— + low, husky sort of voice, but firmly withal— </p> <p> - ‘I’m very much obliged to you for your goodness, Sir, as is only like - yourself; but it can’t be done.’ + ‘I’m very much obliged to you for your goodness, Sir, as is only like + yourself; but it can’t be done.’ </p> <p> - ‘Can’t be done!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick in astonishment. + ‘Can’t be done!’ ejaculated Mr. Pickwick in astonishment. </p> <p> - ‘Samivel!’ said Mr. Weller, with dignity. + ‘Samivel!’ said Mr. Weller, with dignity. </p> <p> - ‘I say it can’t be done,’ repeated Sam in a louder key. ‘Wot’s to become - of you, Sir?’ + ‘I say it can’t be done,’ repeated Sam in a louder key. ‘Wot’s to become + of you, Sir?’ </p> <p> - ‘My good fellow,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘the recent changes among my + ‘My good fellow,’ replied Mr. Pickwick, ‘the recent changes among my friends will alter my mode of life in future, entirely; besides, I am - growing older, and want repose and quiet. My rambles, Sam, are over.’ + growing older, and want repose and quiet. My rambles, Sam, are over.’ </p> <p> - ‘How do I know that ‘ere, sir?’ argued Sam. ‘You think so now! S’pose you - wos to change your mind, vich is not unlikely, for you’ve the spirit o’ - five-and-twenty in you still, what ‘ud become on you vithout me? It can’t - be done, Sir, it can’t be done.’ + ‘How do I know that ‘ere, sir?’ argued Sam. ‘You think so now! S’pose you + wos to change your mind, vich is not unlikely, for you’ve the spirit o’ + five-and-twenty in you still, what ‘ud become on you vithout me? It can’t + be done, Sir, it can’t be done.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good, Samivel, there’s a good deal in that,’ said Mr. Weller + ‘Wery good, Samivel, there’s a good deal in that,’ said Mr. Weller encouragingly. </p> <p> - ‘I speak after long deliberation, Sam, and with the certainty that I shall - keep my word,’ said Mr. Pickwick, shaking his head. ‘New scenes have - closed upon me; my rambles are at an end.’ + ‘I speak after long deliberation, Sam, and with the certainty that I shall + keep my word,’ said Mr. Pickwick, shaking his head. ‘New scenes have + closed upon me; my rambles are at an end.’ </p> <p> - ‘Wery good,’ rejoined Sam. ‘Then, that’s the wery best reason wy you + ‘Wery good,’ rejoined Sam. ‘Then, that’s the wery best reason wy you should alvays have somebody by you as understands you, to keep you up and - make you comfortable. If you vant a more polished sort o’ feller, vell and + make you comfortable. If you vant a more polished sort o’ feller, vell and good, have him; but vages or no vages, notice or no notice, board or no - board, lodgin’ or no lodgin’, Sam Veller, as you took from the old inn in - the Borough, sticks by you, come what may; and let ev’rythin’ and - ev’rybody do their wery fiercest, nothin’ shall ever perwent it!’ + board, lodgin’ or no lodgin’, Sam Veller, as you took from the old inn in + the Borough, sticks by you, come what may; and let ev’rythin’ and + ev’rybody do their wery fiercest, nothin’ shall ever perwent it!’ </p> <p> At the close of this declaration, which Sam made with great emotion, the @@ -44278,17 +44210,17 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger vehement cheers. </p> <p> - ‘My good fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, when Mr. Weller had sat down again, - rather abashed at his own enthusiasm, ‘you are bound to consider the young - woman also.’ + ‘My good fellow,’ said Mr. Pickwick, when Mr. Weller had sat down again, + rather abashed at his own enthusiasm, ‘you are bound to consider the young + woman also.’ </p> <p> - ‘I do consider the young ‘ooman, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘I have considered the - young ‘ooman. I’ve spoke to her. I’ve told her how I’m sitivated; she’s - ready to vait till I’m ready, and I believe she vill. If she don’t, she’s - not the young ‘ooman I take her for, and I give her up vith readiness. - You’ve know’d me afore, Sir. My mind’s made up, and nothin’ can ever alter - it.’ + ‘I do consider the young ‘ooman, Sir,’ said Sam. ‘I have considered the + young ‘ooman. I’ve spoke to her. I’ve told her how I’m sitivated; she’s + ready to vait till I’m ready, and I believe she vill. If she don’t, she’s + not the young ‘ooman I take her for, and I give her up vith readiness. + You’ve know’d me afore, Sir. My mind’s made up, and nothin’ can ever alter + it.’ </p> <p> Who could combat this resolution? Not Mr. Pickwick. He derived, at that @@ -44297,7 +44229,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger men living could have awakened in his heart. </p> <p> - While this conversation was passing in Mr. Pickwick’s room, a little old + While this conversation was passing in Mr. Pickwick’s room, a little old gentleman in a suit of snuff-coloured clothes, followed by a porter carrying a small portmanteau, presented himself below; and, after securing a bed for the night, inquired of the waiter whether one Mrs. Winkle was @@ -44305,52 +44237,52 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger affirmative. </p> <p> - ‘Is she alone?’ inquired the old gentleman. + ‘Is she alone?’ inquired the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘I believe she is, Sir,’ replied the waiter; ‘I can call her own maid, - Sir, if you—’ + ‘I believe she is, Sir,’ replied the waiter; ‘I can call her own maid, + Sir, if you—’ </p> <p> - ‘No, I don’t want her,’ said the old gentleman quickly. ‘Show me to her - room without announcing me.’ + ‘No, I don’t want her,’ said the old gentleman quickly. ‘Show me to her + room without announcing me.’ </p> <p> - ‘Eh, Sir?’ said the waiter. + ‘Eh, Sir?’ said the waiter. </p> <p> - ‘Are you deaf?’ inquired the little old gentleman. + ‘Are you deaf?’ inquired the little old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘No, sir.’ + ‘No, sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘Then listen, if you please. Can you hear me now?’ + ‘Then listen, if you please. Can you hear me now?’ </p> <p> - ‘Yes, Sir.’ + ‘Yes, Sir.’ </p> <p> - ‘That’s well. Show me to Mrs. Winkle’s room, without announcing me.’ + ‘That’s well. Show me to Mrs. Winkle’s room, without announcing me.’ </p> <p> As the little old gentleman uttered this command, he slipped five - shillings into the waiter’s hand, and looked steadily at him. + shillings into the waiter’s hand, and looked steadily at him. </p> <p> - ‘Really, sir,’ said the waiter, ‘I don’t know, sir, whether—’ + ‘Really, sir,’ said the waiter, ‘I don’t know, sir, whether—’ </p> <p> - ‘Ah! you’ll do it, I see,’ said the little old gentleman. ‘You had better - do it at once. It will save time.’ + ‘Ah! you’ll do it, I see,’ said the little old gentleman. ‘You had better + do it at once. It will save time.’ </p> <p> - There was something so very cool and collected in the gentleman’s manner, + There was something so very cool and collected in the gentleman’s manner, that the waiter put the five shillings in his pocket, and led him upstairs without another word. </p> <p> - ‘This is the room, is it?’ said the gentleman. ‘You may go.’ + ‘This is the room, is it?’ said the gentleman. ‘You may go.’ </p> <p> The waiter complied, wondering much who the gentleman could be, and what @@ -44358,23 +44290,23 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger tapped at the door. </p> <p> - ‘Come in,’ said Arabella. + ‘Come in,’ said Arabella. </p> <p> - ‘Um, a pretty voice, at any rate,’ murmured the little old gentleman; ‘but - that’s nothing.’ As he said this, he opened the door and walked in. - Arabella, who was sitting at work, rose on beholding a stranger—a - little confused—but by no means ungracefully so. + ‘Um, a pretty voice, at any rate,’ murmured the little old gentleman; ‘but + that’s nothing.’ As he said this, he opened the door and walked in. + Arabella, who was sitting at work, rose on beholding a stranger—a + little confused—but by no means ungracefully so. </p> <p> - ‘Pray don’t rise, ma’am,’ said the unknown, walking in, and closing the - door after him. ‘Mrs. Winkle, I believe?’ + ‘Pray don’t rise, ma’am,’ said the unknown, walking in, and closing the + door after him. ‘Mrs. Winkle, I believe?’ </p> <p> Arabella inclined her head. </p> <p> - ‘Mrs. Nathaniel Winkle, who married the son of the old man at Birmingham?’ + ‘Mrs. Nathaniel Winkle, who married the son of the old man at Birmingham?’ said the stranger, eyeing Arabella with visible curiosity. </p> <p> @@ -44382,172 +44314,172 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger uncertain whether to call for assistance. </p> <p> - ‘I surprise you, I see, ma’am,’ said the old gentleman. + ‘I surprise you, I see, ma’am,’ said the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘Rather, I confess,’ replied Arabella, wondering more and more. + ‘Rather, I confess,’ replied Arabella, wondering more and more. </p> <p> - ‘I’ll take a chair, if you’ll allow me, ma’am,’ said the stranger. + ‘I’ll take a chair, if you’ll allow me, ma’am,’ said the stranger. </p> <p> He took one; and drawing a spectacle-case from his pocket, leisurely pulled out a pair of spectacles, which he adjusted on his nose. </p> <p> - ‘You don’t know me, ma’am?’ he said, looking so intently at Arabella that + ‘You don’t know me, ma’am?’ he said, looking so intently at Arabella that she began to feel alarmed. </p> <p> - ‘No, sir,’ she replied timidly. + ‘No, sir,’ she replied timidly. </p> <p> - ‘No,’ said the gentleman, nursing his left leg; ‘I don’t know how you - should. You know my name, though, ma’am.’ + ‘No,’ said the gentleman, nursing his left leg; ‘I don’t know how you + should. You know my name, though, ma’am.’ </p> <p> - ‘Do I?’ said Arabella, trembling, though she scarcely knew why. ‘May I ask - what it is?’ + ‘Do I?’ said Arabella, trembling, though she scarcely knew why. ‘May I ask + what it is?’ </p> <p> - ‘Presently, ma’am, presently,’ said the stranger, not having yet removed - his eyes from her countenance. ‘You have been recently married, ma’am?’ + ‘Presently, ma’am, presently,’ said the stranger, not having yet removed + his eyes from her countenance. ‘You have been recently married, ma’am?’ </p> <p> - ‘I have,’ replied Arabella, in a scarcely audible tone, laying aside her + ‘I have,’ replied Arabella, in a scarcely audible tone, laying aside her work, and becoming greatly agitated as a thought, that had occurred to her before, struck more forcibly upon her mind. </p> <p> - ‘Without having represented to your husband the propriety of first - consulting his father, on whom he is dependent, I think?’ said the + ‘Without having represented to your husband the propriety of first + consulting his father, on whom he is dependent, I think?’ said the stranger. </p> <p> Arabella applied her handkerchief to her eyes. </p> <p> - ‘Without an endeavour, even, to ascertain, by some indirect appeal, what - were the old man’s sentiments on a point in which he would naturally feel - much interested?’ said the stranger. + ‘Without an endeavour, even, to ascertain, by some indirect appeal, what + were the old man’s sentiments on a point in which he would naturally feel + much interested?’ said the stranger. </p> <p> - ‘I cannot deny it, Sir,’ said Arabella. + ‘I cannot deny it, Sir,’ said Arabella. </p> <p> - ‘And without having sufficient property of your own to afford your husband + ‘And without having sufficient property of your own to afford your husband any permanent assistance in exchange for the worldly advantages which you - knew he would have gained if he had married agreeably to his father’s - wishes?’ said the old gentleman. ‘This is what boys and girls call + knew he would have gained if he had married agreeably to his father’s + wishes?’ said the old gentleman. ‘This is what boys and girls call disinterested affection, till they have boys and girls of their own, and - then they see it in a rougher and very different light!’ + then they see it in a rougher and very different light!’ </p> <p> - Arabella’s tears flowed fast, as she pleaded in extenuation that she was + Arabella’s tears flowed fast, as she pleaded in extenuation that she was young and inexperienced; that her attachment had alone induced her to take the step to which she had resorted; and that she had been deprived of the counsel and guidance of her parents almost from infancy. </p> <p> - ‘It was wrong,’ said the old gentleman in a milder tone, ‘very wrong. It - was romantic, unbusinesslike, foolish.’ + ‘It was wrong,’ said the old gentleman in a milder tone, ‘very wrong. It + was romantic, unbusinesslike, foolish.’ </p> <p> - ‘It was my fault; all my fault, Sir,’ replied poor Arabella, weeping. + ‘It was my fault; all my fault, Sir,’ replied poor Arabella, weeping. </p> <p> - ‘Nonsense,’ said the old gentleman; ‘it was not your fault that he fell in - love with you, I suppose? Yes it was, though,’ said the old gentleman, - looking rather slily at Arabella. ‘It was your fault. He couldn’t help - it.’ + ‘Nonsense,’ said the old gentleman; ‘it was not your fault that he fell in + love with you, I suppose? Yes it was, though,’ said the old gentleman, + looking rather slily at Arabella. ‘It was your fault. He couldn’t help + it.’ </p> <p> - This little compliment, or the little gentleman’s odd way of paying it, or - his altered manner—so much kinder than it was, at first—or all + This little compliment, or the little gentleman’s odd way of paying it, or + his altered manner—so much kinder than it was, at first—or all three together, forced a smile from Arabella in the midst of her tears. </p> <p> - ‘Where’s your husband?’ inquired the old gentleman, abruptly; stopping a + ‘Where’s your husband?’ inquired the old gentleman, abruptly; stopping a smile which was just coming over his own face. </p> <p> - ‘I expect him every instant, sir,’ said Arabella. ‘I persuaded him to take + ‘I expect him every instant, sir,’ said Arabella. ‘I persuaded him to take a walk this morning. He is very low and wretched at not having heard from - his father.’ + his father.’ </p> <p> - ‘Low, is he?’ said the old gentlemen. ‘Serve him right!’ + ‘Low, is he?’ said the old gentlemen. ‘Serve him right!’ </p> <p> - ‘He feels it on my account, I am afraid,’ said Arabella; ‘and indeed, Sir, + ‘He feels it on my account, I am afraid,’ said Arabella; ‘and indeed, Sir, I feel it deeply on his. I have been the sole means of bringing him to his - present condition.’ + present condition.’ </p> <p> - ‘Don’t mind it on his account, my dear,’ said the old gentleman. ‘It - serves him right. I am glad of it—actually glad of it, as far as he - is concerned.’ + ‘Don’t mind it on his account, my dear,’ said the old gentleman. ‘It + serves him right. I am glad of it—actually glad of it, as far as he + is concerned.’ </p> <p> - The words were scarcely out of the old gentleman’s lips, when footsteps + The words were scarcely out of the old gentleman’s lips, when footsteps were heard ascending the stairs, which he and Arabella seemed both to recognise at the same moment. The little gentleman turned pale; and, making a strong effort to appear composed, stood up, as Mr. Winkle entered the room. </p> <p> - ‘Father!’ cried Mr. Winkle, recoiling in amazement. + ‘Father!’ cried Mr. Winkle, recoiling in amazement. </p> <p> - ‘Yes, sir,’ replied the little old gentleman. ‘Well, Sir, what have you - got to say to me?’ + ‘Yes, sir,’ replied the little old gentleman. ‘Well, Sir, what have you + got to say to me?’ </p> <p> Mr. Winkle remained silent. </p> <p> - ‘You are ashamed of yourself, I hope, Sir?’ said the old gentleman. + ‘You are ashamed of yourself, I hope, Sir?’ said the old gentleman. </p> <p> Still Mr. Winkle said nothing. </p> <p> - ‘Are you ashamed of yourself, Sir, or are you not?’ inquired the old + ‘Are you ashamed of yourself, Sir, or are you not?’ inquired the old gentleman. </p> <p> - ‘No, Sir,’ replied Mr. Winkle, drawing Arabella’s arm through his. ‘I am - not ashamed of myself, or of my wife either.’ + ‘No, Sir,’ replied Mr. Winkle, drawing Arabella’s arm through his. ‘I am + not ashamed of myself, or of my wife either.’ </p> <p> - ‘Upon my word!’ cried the old gentleman ironically. + ‘Upon my word!’ cried the old gentleman ironically. </p> <p> - ‘I am very sorry to have done anything which has lessened your affection - for me, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle; ‘but I will say, at the same time, that I + ‘I am very sorry to have done anything which has lessened your affection + for me, Sir,’ said Mr. Winkle; ‘but I will say, at the same time, that I have no reason to be ashamed of having this lady for my wife, nor you of - having her for a daughter.’ + having her for a daughter.’ </p> <p> - ‘Give me your hand, Nat,’ said the old gentleman, in an altered voice. - ‘Kiss me, my love. You are a very charming little daughter-in-law after - all!’ + ‘Give me your hand, Nat,’ said the old gentleman, in an altered voice. + ‘Kiss me, my love. You are a very charming little daughter-in-law after + all!’ </p> <p> - In a few minutes’ time Mr. Winkle went in search of Mr. Pickwick, and + In a few minutes’ time Mr. Winkle went in search of Mr. Pickwick, and returning with that gentleman, presented him to his father, whereupon they shook hands for five minutes incessantly. </p> <p> - ‘Mr. Pickwick, I thank you most heartily for all your kindness to my son,’ - said old Mr. Winkle, in a bluff, straightforward way. ‘I am a hasty + ‘Mr. Pickwick, I thank you most heartily for all your kindness to my son,’ + said old Mr. Winkle, in a bluff, straightforward way. ‘I am a hasty fellow, and when I saw you last, I was vexed and taken by surprise. I have judged for myself now, and am more than satisfied. Shall I make any more - apologies, Mr. Pickwick?’ + apologies, Mr. Pickwick?’ </p> <p> - ‘Not one,’ replied that gentleman. ‘You have done the only thing wanting - to complete my happiness.’ + ‘Not one,’ replied that gentleman. ‘You have done the only thing wanting + to complete my happiness.’ </p> <p> Hereupon there was another shaking of hands for five minutes longer, @@ -44561,8 +44493,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with the delivery of a note from Emily Wardle. </p> <p> - ‘I say,’ said Joe, who was unusually loquacious, ‘what a pretty girl Mary - is, isn’t she? I am <i>so</i> fond of her, I am!’ + ‘I say,’ said Joe, who was unusually loquacious, ‘what a pretty girl Mary + is, isn’t she? I am <i>so</i> fond of her, I am!’ </p> <p> Mr. Weller made no verbal remark in reply; but eyeing the fat boy for a @@ -44606,22 +44538,22 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger business. </p> <p> - ‘We are all anxious to know,’ said the old gentleman, ‘what we have done + ‘We are all anxious to know,’ said the old gentleman, ‘what we have done to offend you, and to induce you to desert us and devote yourself to these - solitary walks.’ + solitary walks.’ </p> <p> - ‘Are you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘It is singular enough that I had intended + ‘Are you?’ said Mr. Pickwick. ‘It is singular enough that I had intended to volunteer a full explanation this very day; so, if you will give me - another glass of wine, I will satisfy your curiosity.’ + another glass of wine, I will satisfy your curiosity.’ </p> <p> The decanters passed from hand to hand with unwonted briskness, and Mr. Pickwick, looking round on the faces of his friends with a cheerful smile, - proceeded— + proceeded— </p> <p> - ‘All the changes that have taken place among us,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I + ‘All the changes that have taken place among us,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘I mean the marriage that <i>has </i>taken place, and the marriage that WILL take place, with the changes they involve, rendered it necessary for me to think, soberly and at once, upon my future plans. I determined on retiring @@ -44630,48 +44562,48 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger is fully prepared for my reception, and I intend entering upon it at once, trusting that I may yet live to spend many quiet years in peaceful retirement, cheered through life by the society of my friends, and - followed in death by their affectionate remembrance.’ + followed in death by their affectionate remembrance.’ </p> <p> Here Mr. Pickwick paused, and a low murmur ran round the table. </p> <p> - ‘The house I have taken,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘is at Dulwich. It has a + ‘The house I have taken,’ said Mr. Pickwick, ‘is at Dulwich. It has a large garden, and is situated in one of the most pleasant spots near London. It has been fitted up with every attention to substantial comfort; perhaps to a little elegance besides; but of that you shall judge for - yourselves. Sam accompanies me there. I have engaged, on Perker’s - representation, a housekeeper—a very old one—and such other + yourselves. Sam accompanies me there. I have engaged, on Perker’s + representation, a housekeeper—a very old one—and such other servants as she thinks I shall require. I propose to consecrate this little retreat, by having a ceremony in which I take a great interest, performed there. I wish, if my friend Wardle entertains no objection, that his daughter should be married from my new house, on the day I take - possession of it. The happiness of young people,’ said Mr. Pickwick, a - little moved, ‘has ever been the chief pleasure of my life. It will warm + possession of it. The happiness of young people,’ said Mr. Pickwick, a + little moved, ‘has ever been the chief pleasure of my life. It will warm my heart to witness the happiness of those friends who are dearest to me, - beneath my own roof.’ + beneath my own roof.’ </p> <p> Mr. Pickwick paused again: Emily and Arabella sobbed audibly. </p> <p> - ‘I have communicated, both personally and by letter, with the club,’ - resumed Mr. Pickwick, ‘acquainting them with my intention. During our long + ‘I have communicated, both personally and by letter, with the club,’ + resumed Mr. Pickwick, ‘acquainting them with my intention. During our long absence, it has suffered much from internal dissentions; and the withdrawal of my name, coupled with this and other circumstances, has occasioned its dissolution. The Pickwick Club exists no longer. </p> <p> - ‘I shall never regret,’ said Mr. Pickwick in a low voice, ‘I shall never + ‘I shall never regret,’ said Mr. Pickwick in a low voice, ‘I shall never regret having devoted the greater part of two years to mixing with different varieties and shades of human character, frivolous as my pursuit of novelty may have appeared to many. Nearly the whole of my previous life having been devoted to business and the pursuit of wealth, numerous scenes - of which I had no previous conception have dawned upon me—I hope to + of which I had no previous conception have dawned upon me—I hope to the enlargement of my mind, and the improvement of my understanding. If I have done but little good, I trust I have done less harm, and that none of my adventures will be other than a source of amusing and pleasant - recollection to me in the decline of life. God bless you all!’ + recollection to me in the decline of life. God bless you all!’ </p> <p> With these words, Mr. Pickwick filled and drained a bumper with a @@ -44681,12 +44613,12 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger <p> There were few preparatory arrangements to be made for the marriage of Mr. Snodgrass. As he had neither father nor mother, and had been in his - minority a ward of Mr. Pickwick’s, that gentleman was perfectly well + minority a ward of Mr. Pickwick’s, that gentleman was perfectly well acquainted with his possessions and prospects. His account of both was - quite satisfactory to Wardle—as almost any other account would have + quite satisfactory to Wardle—as almost any other account would have been, for the good old gentleman was overflowing with hilarity and - kindness—and a handsome portion having been bestowed upon Emily, the - marriage was fixed to take place on the fourth day from that time—the + kindness—and a handsome portion having been bestowed upon Emily, the + marriage was fixed to take place on the fourth day from that time—the suddenness of which preparations reduced three dressmakers and a tailor to the extreme verge of insanity. </p> @@ -44720,8 +44652,8 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger In addition to these points of distraction, Wardle was intrusted with two small letters to two small young ladies who were to act as bridesmaids; upon the receipt of which, the two young ladies were driven to despair by - having no ‘things’ ready for so important an occasion, and no time to make - them in—a circumstance which appeared to afford the two worthy papas + having no ‘things’ ready for so important an occasion, and no time to make + them in—a circumstance which appeared to afford the two worthy papas of the two small young ladies rather a feeling of satisfaction than otherwise. However, old frocks were trimmed, and new bonnets made, and the young ladies looked as well as could possibly have been expected of them. @@ -44730,10 +44662,10 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger of all beholders. </p> <p> - How the two poor relations ever reached London—whether they walked, + How the two poor relations ever reached London—whether they walked, or got behind coaches, or procured lifts in wagons, or carried each other - by turns—is uncertain; but there they were, before Wardle; and the - very first people that knocked at the door of Mr. Pickwick’s house, on the + by turns—is uncertain; but there they were, before Wardle; and the + very first people that knocked at the door of Mr. Pickwick’s house, on the bridal morning, were the two poor relations, all smiles and shirt collar. </p> <p> @@ -44750,7 +44682,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger lady-love, and clad in a new and gorgeous suit of livery invented for the occasion. They were met by the Wardles, and the Winkles, and the bride and bridesmaids, and the Trundles; and the ceremony having been performed, the - coaches rattled back to Mr. Pickwick’s to breakfast, where little Mr. + coaches rattled back to Mr. Pickwick’s to breakfast, where little Mr. Perker already awaited them. </p> <p> @@ -44780,7 +44712,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger Breakfast is announced. Mr. Pickwick leads the old lady (who has been very eloquent on the subject of Lady Tollimglower) to the top of a long table; Wardle takes the bottom; the friends arrange themselves on either side; - Sam takes his station behind his master’s chair; the laughter and talking + Sam takes his station behind his master’s chair; the laughter and talking cease; Mr. Pickwick, having said grace, pauses for an instant and looks round him. As he does so, the tears roll down his cheeks, in the fullness of his joy. @@ -44804,14 +44736,14 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger besides. </p> <p> - In compliance with this custom—unquestionably a bad one—we + In compliance with this custom—unquestionably a bad one—we subjoin a few biographical words, in relation to the party at Mr. - Pickwick’s assembled. + Pickwick’s assembled. </p> <p> Mr. and Mrs. Winkle, being fully received into favour by the old gentleman, were shortly afterwards installed in a newly-built house, not - half a mile from Mr. Pickwick’s. Mr. Winkle, being engaged in the city as + half a mile from Mr. Pickwick’s. Mr. Winkle, being engaged in the city as agent or town correspondent of his father, exchanged his old costume for the ordinary dress of Englishmen, and presented all the external appearance of a civilised Christian ever afterwards. @@ -44857,7 +44789,7 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger with the gout, was compelled to retire. The contents of the pocket-book had been so well invested for him, however, by Mr. Pickwick, that he had a handsome independence to retire on, upon which he still lives at an - excellent public-house near Shooter’s Hill, where he is quite reverenced + excellent public-house near Shooter’s Hill, where he is quite reverenced as an oracle, boasting very much of his intimacy with Mr. Pickwick, and retaining a most unconquerable aversion to widows. </p> @@ -44880,383 +44812,11 @@ Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger poor people about, who never fail to take their hats off, as he passes, with great respect. The children idolise him, and so indeed does the whole neighbourhood. Every year he repairs to a large family merry-making at Mr. - Wardle’s; on this, as on all other occasions, he is invariably attended by + Wardle’s; on this, as on all other occasions, he is invariably attended by the faithful Sam, between whom and his master there exists a steady and reciprocal attachment which nothing but death will terminate. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> - </p> -<pre xml:space="preserve"> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Pickwick Papers, by Charles Dickens - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE PICKWICK PAPERS *** - -***** This file should be named 580-h.htm or 580-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/8/580/ - -Produced by Jo Churcher, and David Widger - - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions -will be renamed. - -Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no -one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation -(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without -permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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