"And when," said Mr. Pickwick, "when is this villainous design to be carried into execution—when is this elopement to take place?"
"To-night, sir," replied Job.
"To-night!" exclaimed Mr. Pickwick "This very night, sir," replied Job Trotter. "That is what alarms me so much."
"Instant measures must be taken," said Mr. Pickwick. "I will see the lady who keeps the establishment immediately,"
"I beg your pardon, sir," said Job, "but that course of proceeding will never do."
"Why not?" inquired Mr. Pickwick.
"My master, sir, is a very artful man."
"I know he is," said Mr. Pickwick.
"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."
"What had better be done, then?" said Mr. Pickwick.
"Nothing but taking him in the very fact of eloping, will convince the old lady, sir," replied Job.
"All them old cats will run their heads agin mile-stones," observed Mr. Weller in a parenthesis.
"But this taking him in the very act of elopement, would be a very difficult thing to accomplish, I fear," said Mr. Pickwick.
"I don't know, sir," said Mr. Trotter, after a few moments' reflection. "I think it might be very easily done."
"How?" was Mr. Pickwick's inquiry.
"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
