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'You mean yes, I think, said the little man, turning to the sideboard for a decanter and glasses. As Lowten DID mean yes, he said no more on the subject, but inquired of Job, in an audible whisper, whether the portrait of Perker, which hung opposite the fireplace, wasn't a wonderful likeness, to which Job of course replied that it was. The wine being by this time poured out, Lowten drank to Mrs.
'Very well, my dear Sir, very well, replied Perker, 'I can only say that if you expect either Dodson or Fogg to exhibit any symptom of shame or confusion at having to look you, or anybody else, in the face, you are the most sanguine man in your expectations that I ever met with. Show them in, Mr. Lowten. Mr.
Pickwick and Sam descended the rickety staircase in safety, and issued forth in quest of the Magpie and Stump. This favoured tavern, sacred to the evening orgies of Mr. Lowten and his companions, was what ordinary people would designate a public-house.
'Well, interposed Perker, 'is that all? 'It is all summed up in that, rejoined Mr. Pickwick; 'they are mean, rascally, pettifogging robbers. 'There! said Perker, in a most conciliatory tone. 'My dear sirs, he has said all he has to say. Now pray go. Lowten, is that door open? Mr. Lowten, with a distant giggle, replied in the affirmative.
'It went the half hour as I came through the Polygon. I'm here before him, though, so I don't mind. Comforting himself with this reflection, Mr. Lowten extracted the plug from the door-key; having opened the door, replugged and repocketed his Bramah, and picked up the letters which the postman had dropped through the box, he ushered Mr. Pickwick into the office.
Lowten's eyes from a distance, and expressed his opinion that no unusual queerness was perceptible in those features. 'I'm glad of it, said Lowten. 'We were keeping it up pretty tolerably at the Stump last night, and I'm rather out of sorts this morning. Perker's been about that business of yours, by the bye. 'What business? inquired Mr. Pickwick. 'Mrs. Bardell's costs?
'There, there good-morning good-morning now pray, my dear sirs Mr. Lowten, the door! cried the little man, pushing Dodson & Fogg, nothing loath, out of the office; 'this way, my dear sirs now pray don't prolong this Dear me Mr. Lowten the door, sir why don't you attend? 'If there's law in England, sir, said Dodson, looking towards Mr. Pickwick, as he put on his hat, 'you shall smart for this.
'That's the witness-box, my dear sir, replied Perker, disinterring a quantity of papers from the blue bag, which Lowten had just deposited at his feet. 'And that, said Mr. Pickwick, pointing to a couple of enclosed seats on his right, 'that's where the jurymen sit, is it not? 'The identical place, my dear Sir, replied Perker, tapping the lid of his snuff-box. Mr.
Lowten disappeared with a grin, and immediately returned ushering in the firm, in due form of precedence Dodson first, and Fogg afterwards. 'You have seen Mr. Pickwick, I believe? said Perker to Dodson, inclining his pen in the direction where that gentleman was seated. 'How do you do, Mr. Pickwick? said Dodson, in a loud voice. 'Dear me,'cried Fogg, 'how do you do, Mr. Pickwick?
Pickwick immediately rang the bell, and a coach having been procured, the four Pickwickians and Mr. Perker ensconced themselves therein, and drove to Guildhall; Sam Weller, Mr. Lowten, and the blue bag, following in a cab. 'Lowten, said Perker, when they reached the outer hall of the court, 'put Mr. Pickwick's friends in the students' box; Mr. Pickwick himself had better sit by me.
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