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As Jackson hurried away in company with the man with the ash stick another man, with a key in his hand, who had been looking on, led the bewildered female to a second short flight of steps leading to a doorway. Mrs. Bardell screamed violently; Tommy roared; Mrs. Cluppins shrunk within herself; and Mrs. Sanders made off, without more ado. For there stood the injured Mr.
"What were you doing in the back room, ma'am?" inquired the little judge. "My lord and jury," said Mrs. Cluppins, "I will not deceive you." "You had better not, ma'am," said the little judge. "I was there," resumed Mrs. Cluppins, "unbeknown to Mrs. Bardell; I had been out with a little basket, gentlemen, to buy three pounds of red kidney pertaties, which was tuppence ha'penny, when I see Mrs.
Sanders, whose eyes were 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. 'Mrs. Cluppins, said Serjeant Buzfuz, 'pray compose yourself, ma'am. Of course, directly Mrs.
Cluppins having once broken the ice, thought it a favourable opportunity for entering into a short dissertation on her own domestic affairs; so she straightway proceeded to inform the court that she was the mother of eight children at that present speaking, and that she entertained confident expectations of presenting Mr. Cluppins with a ninth, somewhere about that day six months.
Pickwick was regarding the chemist with feelings of the deepest horror, when a slight sensation was perceptible in the body of the court; and immediately afterwards Mrs. Bardell, supported by Mrs. Cluppins, was led in, and placed, in a drooping state, at the other end of the seat on which Mr. Pickwick sat. An extra-sized umbrella was then handed in by Mr. Dodson, and a pair of pattens by Mr.
And, as if well contented to rest under the spell, these antique towns have made no effort at change, but remain much as they were. And this prompts the question: Where did Mrs. Cluppins live? At the trial we learned that she was a friend and neighbour of Mrs. Bardell's, one of her commeres.
Cluppins, or Serjeant Buzfuz, or than all the rest of those engaged in any capacity in the trial, put together, was the irascible little Judge, with the blinking eyes and the monotonous voice himself, in his very pose, obviously, "all face and waistcoat." Than Mr. Justice Stareleigh there was, in the whole of this most humorous of all the Readings, no more highly comic impersonation.
It was after this, however, that the true fun of the Reading began with the examination and cross-examination of the different witnesses. These, as a matter of course, were acted, not described. Mrs. Cluppins first entered the box, with her feelings, so far as they could be judged from her voice, evidently all but too many for her.
Jackson's friend had said. Shrewd creatures, those lawyers. Lord bless us, how they find people out! '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. 'I'm very sorry they can't get them, replied Mrs. Bardell.
Sanders is going, she is, replied Tommy; 'I'm going too, I am. 'Drat the boy, said little Mrs. Cluppins. 'He thinks of nobody but himself. Here, Tommy, dear. 'Well, said Master Bardell. 'Who else is a-goin', lovey? said Mrs. Cluppins, in an insinuating manner. 'Oh! Mrs. Rogers is a-goin', replied Master Bardell, opening his eyes very wide as he delivered the intelligence. 'What?
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