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To tell you the truth, I have made up my mind. You'll think it very strange now that I never consulted you about this matter till I sent your little boy out this morning, eh?" Mrs. Bardell had long worshipped Mr. Pickwick at a distance, and now she thought he 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!
She was awakened, after some time, by the stopping of the coach. 'Bless us! said the lady.'Are we at Freeman's Court? 'We're not going quite so far, replied Jackson. 'Have the goodness to step out. Mrs. Bardell, not yet thoroughly awake, complied. It was a curious place: a large wall, with a gate in the middle, and a gas-light burning inside.
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? Mrs. Bardell could only reply by a look. She had long worshipped 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." Did it remain there long? No.
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 his fullest trust and confidence.
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 more wine-glasses, and filled them too. 'Lauk, Mrs. Bardell, said Mrs. Cluppins, 'see what you've been and done! 'Well, that is a good one! ejaculated Mrs. Sanders. 'Ah, my poor head! said Mrs.
Bardell, who, as a matter of form, had given them a cognovit for the amount of their costs. Mr. Pickwick was taking his evening walk in the grounds of the Fleet when Mrs. Bardell was brought in, and Sam Weller, seeing the lady, took off his hat in mock reverence. Mr. Pickwick turned indignantly away. "Don't bother the woman," said the turnkey to Weller; "she's just come in."
Pickwick!" said Mrs. Bardell, colouring, as she fancied she observed a species of matrimonial twinkle in the eyes of her lodger. "La, Mr. Pickwick, what a question!" "Well, but do you?" inquired Mr. Pickwick. "That depends," said Mrs. Bardell, "a good deal upon the person, you know, Mr. Pickwick; and whether it's a saving and careful person, sir." "That's very true," said Mr.
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. '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. 'Perhaps I am, ma'am. Perhaps I am, sighed the first-floor lodger.
The "Spaniards" is still a favourite resort of the pleasure-seeking pedestrian, and a halting-place for refreshment for pilgrims across the Heath. The arbours and rustic corners of its pleasant tea gardens still attract holiday-makers, as they attracted Mrs. Bardell and her friends on that day long since gone by. The inn itself is spacious and offers the comforts expected of an ancient hostelry.
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