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He threw away the extinguished candle, which, all this time he had held above his head, and fairly bolted into the sedan-chair where Mrs. Dowler was. Now, Mrs. Craddock had heard the knocking and the voices at last; and, only waiting to put something smarter on her head than her nightcap, ran down into the front drawing-room to make sure that it was the right party.
Pickwick and his friends are strangers. They must put their names down. Where's the book? '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? 'I will, rejoined Dowler. 'This is a long call. It's time to go.
Dowler, suddenly dropping her voice to a mysterious whisper. "It has been so long and so tedious off and on for at least three years. She has been worse the last four months, and indeed ever since you went up to May Myo. It is not a malignant growth, please God?" "Oh, no, nothing of that sort; just weakness and this relaxing climate." "She should have returned home years ago," said Mrs.
At last silence was obtained, and Dowler exclaimed, "Sir," to which Crashington replied, "Sir," and several of the company cried, laughingly, "Sit down, Dowler." It is certain that Dowler would not have obeyed the order, had not his pert young friend caught him by the coat-tails and pulled him down with such violence that he sat still astonished!
Oliver Twist was his encore. It was the second opportunity given to him by those who had rolled about with laughter over Tupman and Jingle, Weller and Dowler. Under such circumstances a stagey reciter will sometimes take care to give a pathetic piece after his humorous one; and with all his many moral merits, there was much that was stagey about Dickens.
'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. 'To whom? inquired Mr. Winkle. '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?" 'Who? inquired Mr. Winkle. 'You, replied Dowler. 'I went downstairs.
'You must knock again, if you please. 'There ain't a bell, is there, ma'am? said the short chairman. 'Yes, there is, interposed the link-boy, 'I've been a-ringing at it ever so long. 'It's only a handle, said Mrs. Dowler, 'the wire's broken. 'I wish the servants' heads wos, growled the long man. 'I must trouble you to knock again, if you please, said Mrs.
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, 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 more.
"I feel sure," said she, "that Celebrate Fourth will soon git something better to do than make a hand in the field. He has idees of makin' all kinds of money, if he could git Mr. Gowdy to lis'en to him. But Surrager Dowler is right where he orto be. He has got a patent corn-planter all worked out, and I guess Mr. Gowdy'll help him make and sell it. Mr. Gowdy is awful good to us ain't he, Rowena."
Whilst taking his breakfast therein, Mr. Pickwick made the acquaintance of Mr. and Mrs. Dowler, also bound for Bath, who were to play such an unexpected part in his sojourn in the famous watering-place. It was outside the "White Horse Cellar" that Sam Weller made that discovery about the use of Mr. Pickwick's name which so annoyed him.
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