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Smangle might have entertained, his thoughts were speedily diverted by the unpacking of the portmanteau; the contents of which appeared to impress him at once with a most favourable opinion, not only of Mr.
Pickwick could cry 'Come in! was followed by the appearance of a head of hair and a cotton-velvet cap, both of which articles of dress he had no difficulty in recognising as the personal property of Mr. Smangle. 'How are you? said that worthy, accompanying the inquiry with a score or two of nods; 'I say do you expect anybody this morning?
Smangle dispensed in two little cracked mugs; considerately remarking, with reference to himself, that a gentleman must not be particular under such circumstances, and that, for his part, he was not too proud to drink out of the jug. In which, to show his sincerity, he forthwith pledged the company in a draught which half emptied it.
'And there's nothing I can send in my little box to the washer-woman's, is there? said Smangle, turning from Sam to Mr. Pickwick, with an air of some discomfiture. 'Nothin' whatever, Sir, retorted Sam; 'I'm afeered the little box must be chock full o' your own as it is. This speech was accompanied with such a very expressive look at that particular portion of Mr.
'What's the office? replied that gentleman from his couch. 'Who the devil is this fellow? ''Gad, said Mr. Mivins, looking lazily out from under the bed-clothes, 'I ought to ask YOU that. Hasn't he any business here? 'No, replied Mr. Smangle. 'Then knock him downstairs, and tell him not to presume to get up till I come and kick him, rejoined Mr.
'There's nothing you want to give out for the man to brush, my dear creature, is there? resumed Smangle. 'Nothin' whatever, my fine feller, rejoined Sam, taking the reply into his own mouth. 'P'raps if vun of us wos to brush, without troubling the man, it 'ud be more agreeable for all parties, as the schoolmaster said when the young gentleman objected to being flogged by the butler.
The great body of the prison population appeared to be Mivins, and Smangle, and the parson, and the butcher, and the leg, over and over, and over again. There were the same squalor, the same turmoil and noise, the same general characteristics, in every corner; in the best and the worst alike.
Roker "muttered certain unpleasant invocations concerning his own eyes, limbs, and circulating fluids;" or where the drunken man who is singing comic songs in the Fleet received from Mr. Smangle "a gentle intimation, through the medium of the water-jug, that his audience were not musically disposed."
Smangle himself, who was already partially dressed, was seated on his bedstead, occupied in the desperately hopeless attempt of staring Mr. Weller out of countenance. We say desperately hopeless, because Sam, with a comprehensive gaze which took in Mr.
Smangle's cap, feet, head, face, legs, and whiskers, all at the same time, continued to look steadily on, with every demonstration of lively satisfaction, but with no more regard to Mr. Smangle's personal sentiments on the subject than he would have displayed had he been inspecting a wooden statue, or a straw-embowelled Guy Fawkes. 'Well; will you know me again? said Mr. Smangle, with a frown.
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