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Pickwick, proud of having once more "put him down," assumed his "customary benign expression." This did not promise well. In all the Manor Farm jollity, we hear little or nothing of Tupman, who seems to have been thought a cypher. No doubt he felt that the girls could never look at him without a smile thinking of the spinster aunt.

The old gentleman laid one gun on the ground, and loaded the other. 'Here they are, said Mr. Pickwick; and, as he spoke, the forms of Mr. Tupman, Mr. Snodgrass, and Mr. Winkle appeared in the distance. The fat boy, not being quite certain which gentleman he was directed to call, had with peculiar sagacity, and to prevent the possibility of any mistake, called them all.

Tupman, advancing, and speaking in his most seductive tones. The woman looked very hard at the whole party; and the red-headed man whispered something in her ear. 'No, replied the woman, after a little consideration, 'I'm afeerd on it. 'Afraid! exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, 'what's the woman afraid of?

The spinster aunt took up a large watering-pot which lay in one corner, and was about to leave the arbour. Mr. Tupman detained her, and drew her to a seat beside him. 'Miss Wardle! said he. The spinster aunt trembled, till some pebbles which had accidentally found their way into the large watering-pot shook like an infant's rattle. 'Miss Wardle, said Mr. Tupman, 'you are an angel. 'Mr.

'And if any further ground of objection be wanting, continued Mr. Pickwick, 'you are too fat, sir. 'Sir, said Mr. Tupman, his face suffused with a crimson glow, 'this is an insult. 'Sir, replied Mr. Pickwick, in the same tone, 'it is not half the insult to you, that your appearance in my presence in a green velvet jacket, with a two-inch tail, would be to me. 'Sir, said Mr.

'What is the matter? said the three tongue-tied Pickwickians. 'I don't know, replied Mr. Pickwick pettishly. 'Oh, I am better now, said Mrs. Bardell faintly. 'Let me lead you downstairs, said the ever-gallant Mr. Tupman. 'Thank you, sir thank you; exclaimed Mrs. Bardell hysterically. And downstairs she was led accordingly, accompanied by her affectionate son. 'I cannot conceive, said Mr.

'I am not quite certain whether I have any friends here or not, though. Is there any gentleman of the name of Tupman here, waiter? A corpulent man, with a fortnight's napkin under his arm, and coeval stockings on his legs, slowly desisted from his occupation of staring down the street, on this question being put to him by Mr.

"I cannot conceive what has been the matter with the woman. I merely told her of my intention of keeping a manservant, when she fell into an extraordinary paroxysm. Very remarkable thing." "Very," said his three friends. "There's a man in the passage now," said Mr. Tupman. "It's the man I've sent for from the Borough," said Mr. Pickwick. "Have the goodness to call him up." Mr.

Yet, from the same, Colonel Tupman deduced 8·81", implying a distance 700,000 miles greater than Stone had obtained. The best French observations of contacts gave a parallax of about 8·88"; French micrometric measures the obviously exaggerated one of 9·05". Photography, as practised by most of the European parties, was a total failure.

His head was sunk upon his bosom, and perpetual snoring, with a partial choke occasionally, were the only audible indications of the great man's presence. The temptation to be present at the ball, and to form his first impressions of the beauty of the Kentish ladies, was strong upon Mr. Tupman. The temptation to take the stranger with him was equally great.