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of it, on Mr. Pickwick with his left, *' I had better serve you with a copy of tbfs writ. Sir. Here is the original, Sir."

    • Very well, gentlemen, very well," said Mr. Pickwick, rising in

person and wrath at the same time ; " you shall hear from my solicitor, gentlemen."

  • « We shall be very happy to do so," said Fogg, rubbing his hands.

♦' Very," said Dodson, opening the door.

    • And before I go, gentlemen," said the excited Mr. Pickwick, turn-

ing round on the landing, " permit me to say, that of all the disgraceful and rascally proceedings — "

" Stay, Sir, stay," interposed Dodson, with great politeness. " Mr. Jackson — Mr. Wicks."

" Sir," said the two clerks, appearing at the bottom of the stairs.

" I just want you to hear what this gentleman says," replied Dod- son. " Pray, go on. Sir — disgraceful and rascally proceedings, I think you said."

" 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."

" You hear that, Mr. Wicks ? " said Dodson.

" You won't forget these expressions, Mr. Jackson ? " said Fogg.

" Perhaps you would like to call us swindlers, Sir," said Dodson. " Pray do. Sir, if you feel disposed — now pray do, Sir."

" I do," said Mr. Pickwick. " You are swindlers."

" Very good," said Dodson. " You can hear down there, I hope, Mr. Wicks."

'^ Oh yes. Sir," said Wricks.

" 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 us. Pray do it. Sir, if you would ; we will not make the smallest resistance. Pray do it. Sir."

As Fogg put himself very temptingly within the reach of Mr. Pick- wick'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.

" You just come avay," said Mr. Weller. " Battledore and shuttle- cock's a wery good game, vhen you an't the shuttlecock and two lawyers the battledores, in vich case it get's 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 blowup me ; but it's rayther too expensive work to be carried on here."

And without the slightest ceremony, Mr. Weller hauled his master down the stairs, and down the court, and having safely deposited him in Cornhill, fell behind, prepared to follow whithersoever he should lead.

Mr. Pickwick walked on abstractedly, crossed opposite the Mansion House, and bent his steps up Cheapside. Sam began to wonder where lliey were going, when his master turned round, and said —