Pickwick Abroad: or, The Tour in France — page 341: what you’re looking at

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380 | Pickwick Abroad. ‘“ Then wuy do you sit there and talk such confounded nonsense’ cried the individual who had roused his excitement. ‘I paid my franc to hear something good—I only come to obleege you, because you said, says you, ‘Pray, Mr. Bellamy, don’t fail—and now you okkipy my walyable time in preaching the most confounded humbug in the world.” ‘‘My dear Mr. Bellamy !”’ exclaimed the professor in a pacific tone of voice. ‘No—no,” returned the individual thus addressed, ‘‘ I’m not to be oned by them honied ways of your’n, Mr. Craniologist, But Tu just make one observation and then I'll a-done. You a wast deal about bumps, and nobs on the head; and you bring a postilion here to prove your assertions. Now I says,” continued Mr. Bellamy, striking his thigh with his right hand and with exceeding violence, “that I’ve been a ’orse-dealer for the last twenty-two year come next Janivary, and blowed if I ever see any bumps upon the ’orse’s heads as indicated their travelling perpensities.” ‘‘ Hear, hear !’’ shouted a lanky gentleman in one corner of the room and in an especially dirty shirt. ‘‘ Allow me to explain, ”’ cried the professor, darting looks of the most sublime hatred at the horse-dealer. ‘“‘Explain away,” said Mr. Bellamy, turning round, and winking to the audience. ‘‘Had it been Possible to have introduced a horse up five or six flights of stairs,” began Mr. Goble, “I might have presented one upon this stage to illustrate my subject. But I maintain that there are bumps upon the heads of horses— particularly those inflicted by the handles of whips—” The professor, at this period, was most unseasonably and shame- fully interrupted by aloud vociferation of the dissyllable “ gammon !” which emanated from the lips of the unceremonious Mr. Bellamy. All glances were immediately directed towards that individual, who, with the utmost calmness and presence of mind, buttoned up his breeches’ ockets, gave one look of unmitigated disgust at the astounded pro- essor, cocked his hat jauntily over his right ear, and strolled leisurely out of the room, muttering some audible maledictions against the pro- fessor's “‘ sanguinary eyes’’ (as he termed that gentleman's optics in synonymous, though less genteel, language) if ever he attended his lectures again. ) Mr. Tupman having now received, as he thought, a sufficient guan- tum of edification on the subject of craniology, proposed to withdraw —an Offer that was most readily acceded to by his companions; and as it was nearly one of the clock, p. u., Mr. Hook Walker, declared it a part of his system to imbibe some luncheon at that hour. An ad- journment to the Rocher de Cancale—themost celebrated restaxrant in the world —in the Rue Mont Orgueil, was accordingly effected ; and Mr. Walker undertook to order the repast. The best Ostend oysters were speedily served up, with a couple of bottles of Sauterne ; and the little party commenced a most desperate attack thereupon. At an adjaceut table, there was a young English gen- tleman, who had entered the room a few minutes after Mr. Chitty and his friends, and who was busily occupied in conning over a maaual COL (a) NOOO KS (c@