Pickwick Abroad: or, The Tour in France — page 107: what you’re looking at

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74 Pickwick Abroad. of establishing a correspondence and agency for his father’s com- mercial business. | But as no extraordinary degree of interest is attached to these ar- rangements, we shall now leave Messieurs Pickwick and Winkle, and follow Messieurs Tupman and Boozie in an agreeable perambulation, which they manfully and fearlessly accomplished together—alone and unattended—in the Deedalian mazes of Paris. Wandering forth at hazard from the portal of Meurice’s hotel, arm- in-arm, and feeling that they were Englishmen upon French ground —and a most satisfactory feeling it must be, too—Mr. Tupman and Mr. Boozie passed up the Rue de Rivoli, grinning in at shop-windows, ogling the girls, and maintaining their heads erect, with a most bliss- ful recklessness of whither they were going, and whom they were taken for. By dint of extraordinary navigation, they speedily arrived at the Palais Royal; and a species of instinct prompted them to enter © ei a — —— ‘ a . 3mm ee 99 ———— —— : SE if =. ~ fi = —————— sat eeerestepesse. a —— — > * . - _ erserrr +e 55s a © ~~ = thw ee ay i a + ° ii ~ oT | i J > ‘~y ~*~ > a 'y t _ ~« i WE , : - <- j | a i} . o~ er } : 7 Ny _ F sf , o. hl i = ; HIT Taa% ; j a - © * ’ | — ” ry \ “ | > : | a = ~ i Th —_ pe _ — -——— aa = /_ - at = c — -= = = that vast assemblage cf splendour and of wealth—that mart in the vicinity of a palace—that palace overlooking shops—that unique lounge which has no rival in the world! ‘What an extraordinary place!’ exclaimed Mr. Tupman, half afraid that he had entered upon holy ground. ‘Singular!’ echoed Mr. Boozie. ‘‘ But I was once—no, I wasn’t, though—what a lie I am telling—” ** 1 thought you had been in Paris before,” remonstrated Mr. Tup- man with his usual native mildness. ‘¢ Never farther from the frontiers than Abbeville,” lied Mr. Boozie, with an uneasy motion of his arm. “TI think I told you that I had been here before—but ’twas false—I made a mistake—I meant Brussels, when I said Paris.”’ ‘* Fine girl, that,” cried Mr. Tupman, indicating with his dexter hand a young female who had just passed, and was a few yards in front of them. ‘“‘ Devilish fine girl, to be sure!” ‘Is she, though ?” exclaimed Mr. Boozie, squinting most horribly at a brace of pheasants displayed in the windows of Chevot’s shop, the gastronomic vicinity of which our two peregrinators were now in. pore is, indeed,” rejoined Mr. Tupman, with a sigh: “ let us follow er.” ‘I once knew a young lady,” said Mr. Boozie, redoubling his pace to keep military time with Mr. Tupman, who had assumed a young, DGoe 4) On) cS CO