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This was the favoured tavern, sacred to the evening orgies of Mr. Lowten and his companions, and by ordinary people would be designated a public-house. The object of Mr. Pickwick's visit was to discover Mr. Lowten, and on enquiry, found him presiding over a sing-song and actually engaged in obliging with a comic song at the moment. After a brief interview with that worthy, Mr.
'I wish you would repeat it, Sir, said Mr. Pickwick. 'Ah, do, said Lowten, 'nobody has heard it but me, and I have nearly forgotten it. The old man looked round the table, and leered more horribly than ever, as if in triumph, at the attention which was depicted in every face.
'Sharp! echoed Perker. 'There's no knowing where to have them. 'Very true, Sir, there is not, replied Lowten; and then, both master and man pondered for a few seconds, with animated countenances, as if they were reflecting upon one of the most beautiful and ingenious discoveries that the intellect of man had ever made.
'I think it is a knock at the door, said Mr. Pickwick, as if there could be the smallest doubt of the fact. The knocker made a more energetic reply than words could have yielded, for it continued to hammer with surprising force and noise, without a moment's cessation. 'Dear me! said Perker, ringing his bell, 'we shall alarm the inn. Mr. Lowten, don't you hear a knock?
Lowten took up his hat, and begging the assembled company to appoint a deputy-chairman during his temporary absence, led the way to the nearest coach-stand. Summoning the cab of most promising appearance, he directed the driver to repair to Montague Place, Russell Square. Mr.
'He's downstairs, rejoined the boy. 'Who? 'Master. He wants to know whether you're at home. Mr. Lowten bethought himself, at this juncture, of looking out of the window. Seeing an open carriage with a hearty old gentleman in it, looking up very anxiously, he ventured to beckon him; on which, the old gentleman jumped out directly. 'That's your master in the carriage, I suppose? said Lowten.
'Foolish fellow, said Mr. Pickwick, with glistening eyes. 'Foolish fellow. 'Oh, it's worse than foolish; it's downright sneaking, you know, replied Lowten, nibbing the pen with a contemptuous face. 'He says that he's the only friend he ever had, and he's attached to him, and all that.
Lowten had still to be ferreted out from the back parlour of the Magpie and Stump; and Job had scarcely accomplished this object, and communicated Sam Weller's message, when the clock struck ten. 'There, said Lowten, 'it's too late now. You can't get in to-night; you've got the key of the street, my friend. 'Never mind me, replied Job. 'I can sleep anywhere. But won't it be better to see Mr.
Lowten concluded with a loud laugh, half in jocularity, and half in derision, which was prematurely cut short by the sound of Perker's footsteps on the stairs, at the first approach of which, he vaulted on his stool with an agility most remarkable, and wrote intensely. The greeting between Mr.
The boy nodded. All further inquiries were superseded by the appearance of old Wardle, who, running upstairs and just recognising Lowten, passed at once into Mr. Perker's room. 'Pickwick! said the old gentleman. 'Your hand, my boy! Why have I never heard until the day before yesterday of your suffering yourself to be cooped up in jail? And why did you let him do it, Perker?
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