Pickwick Abroad: or, The Tour in France — page 313: what you’re looking at

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206 Pickwick Abroad. The consul nodded an assent, ‘‘ Well, he sent this morning to say that he should arrest me—arrest me, Lord Logmore—yes, arrest me—’”’ ‘* Arrest you!” exclaimed Mr. Whickford. ‘Yes, arrest me this afternoon,” proceeded his lordship, ‘‘if I don’t cash up, and pay him every farthing.” ‘‘ The rascal!” cried Mr. Whickford, most energetically. ‘But what do you mean to do ?” ‘Why cut—run—bolt, to be sure,’’ returned his lordship. ‘I've already ordered the horses. and only want the passport.” ‘‘ Certainly,” said Mr. Whickford; and he immediately ordered Mr. Simcox to prepare the document required. ; In five minutes the passport was ready, and at one o’clock P. m. Lord Logmore left Paris in his chaise and four, about the same time that the unfortunate applicant for a passport above mentioned was con- veyed to St. Pelagie, where he died of a broken heart in the course of three or four months, leaving a wife and large family without the means of obtaining a morsel of bread. When Lord Logmore had departed, Mr. Weller made known his business, and the abilities of Mr. Simcox were again put into requisi- tion. “It would have been more regular, bad Mr. Winkle and Mr. Tup- man called themselves,” observed the consul carelessly, as he glanced his eye over the documents: ‘“‘ but I know that they are gentlemen— indeed, they visit the Ambassador—and that is quite enough for me.” ‘An’ wery right you air to think so too, Sir,’”’ said Mr. Weller, con- signing the documents to his pocket. ‘‘ But vot a wery great pity it where that the poor feller as come jist now for his passport didn’t wisit the hambassador also.” ‘‘Ah! ah! ah! you're a facetious fellow, I see,” cried the consul. ‘* But really one is so annoyed with one’s poor fellow-countrymen in a foreign land, I’m sure it is enough to drive one mad.” ‘Their distress 28 calkilated to produce that effect, Sir,” said Mr. Weller; ‘‘an’ I vouldn’t adwise you to be too liberal to ’em, vich vos the hint given by the owerseer to the mas’er of the vorkus ven he took the three starved paupers to him. I vish you a wery good day, Sir;” —and with these words Mr. Weller departed from the consular office, followed by the astonished looks of the upright and impartial Mr. Whickford, and the forlorn stare of the subordinate Mr. Simcox. Messieurs Brandenbergh and Peacock were not behind their time at the place of rendez-vous; nor were they a little delighted with the a >pearance of the long folds of paper which Mr. Weller waved y to the wind so soon as he caught sight of them at the end of the avenue. A farther reward of two Napoleons was the affecting manner in which the young gentlemen acknowledged their gratitude towards their able friend; and as the hours were waxing on toward mid-day, and creditors on one side and coaches on the other stayed for no one’s convenience, Mr. Weller took leave of Messieurs Branden- bergh and Peacock, who next evening supped at the Hotel du Nord in ‘Boulogne, and the evening after at Long’s in London. COL q) NOOO KS (c@