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The whole, to the great wonderment of Mr. Pickwick, were divided into little groups, who were chatting and discussing the news of the day in the most unfeeling manner possible just as if no trial at all were coming on. A bow from Mr. Phunky, as he entered, and took his seat behind the row appropriated to the King's Counsel, attracted Mr.
Phunky should have professed to have forgotten all about the merits of the case; but as he had read such papers as had been laid before him in the course of the action, and had thought of nothing else, waking or sleeping, throughout the two months during which he had been retained as Mr. Serjeant Snubbin's junior, he turned a deeper red and bowed again. 'This is Mr.
'Ah, I thought not, said the Serjeant, in that sort of pitying tone in which ordinary folks would speak of a very helpless little child. 'Mr. Mallard, send round to Mr. Mr. 'Phunky's Holborn Court, Gray's Inn, interposed Perker. Phunky, and say I should be glad if he'd step here, a moment. Mr. Mallard departed to execute his commission; and Serjeant Snubbin relapsed into abstraction until Mr.
Pickwick's case had not gone off in so particularly happy a manner, up to this point, that it could very well afford to have any additional suspicion cast upon it. But as it could afford to be placed in a rather better light, if possible, Mr. Phunky rose for the purpose of getting something important out of Mr. Winkle in cross-examination.
Phunky himself was introduced. Although an infant barrister, he was a full-grown man. He had a very nervous manner, and a painful hesitation in his speech; it did not appear to be a natural defect, but seemed rather the result of timidity, arising from the consciousness of being 'kept down' by want of means, or interest, or connection, or impudence, as the case might be.
He was overawed by the Serjeant, and profoundly courteous to the attorney. 'I have not had the pleasure of seeing you before, Mr. Phunky, said Serjeant Snubbin, with haughty condescension. Mr. Phunky bowed. He HAD had the pleasure of seeing the Serjeant, and of envying him too, with all a poor man's envy, for eight years and a quarter.
'You have never known anything in his behaviour towards Mrs. Bardell, or any other female, in the least degree suspicious? said Mr. Phunky, preparing to sit down; for Serjeant Snubbin was winking at him. 'N-n-no, replied Mr. Winkle, 'except on one trifling occasion, which, I have no doubt, might be easily explained. Now, if the unfortunate Mr. The moment the words fell from Mr.
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