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276 ~ Pickwick Abroad. has hada meetin’ too, and woted not to put their-selves to the wexa- tion an’ trouble o’ layin’ eggs for ten cents a dozen.’ ” “And do you believe that, Sam?” enquired Mr. Pickwick, in un- feigned astonishment. : Mr. Weller pretended to be very busy in gazing out of the window at nothing; and as Mr. Pickwick did not repeat the question, no answer was given. , | So soon as breakfast was cleared away, Mr. Pickwick retired to his study; and Mr. Chitty proposed that the party should set outon its way to the phrenologist’s abode, which was situate in the Rue Montmartre. — | é “ We will walk, if you please,” said Mr. Septimus Chitty, investing himself with the command of the squadron: ‘‘because it’s allin our road to pass through the court-yard of the Messageries Royales, where I want to stop for a moment.” ‘¢ And what the deuce are you going to do there??? enquired Mr. Walker, who had just systematically devoured seven eggs. “To hirea postilion,” said Mr. Chitty. ‘‘So egnzs vzd—fire away.” “To hire a postilion !’” exclaimed Messieurs Walker, Tupman, and Winkle in a breath. | ‘““ Yes,” returned Mr. Chitty, gravely; “‘a postilion! He is to ac- company us to the lectures. A postscript to my friend Goble’s note requested me to do him this service on my way to his house. But what he wants with the man, I really cannot say.” a Farther discussion of the matter was deemed useless: and the four gentlemen proceeded leisurely to the Rue Notre Dame des Victoires, whence they turned into the spacious court-yard of the great Diligence Office. ‘This 1s one of the richest companies in the world,’’ observed Mr. —<——- — eo SSS eee eee 5 = —=S = lt — il me _—_— =——SS = afl} wae _— — 'S ss — yes = — OF —s= 2 ey 1 ii iw lak vit | N RT| WT), ‘a | Wy || ba a " i i i g ai 43 toe mr mitt Muesli iis ri \, 2 2 Peete Say, A 3 aN tiem ee a Py) Sia aD {a TAA Od ee eS: es) oa Wis (Se J EANIBS reNys eal a i) fy Cat Ne DAMIAN ett th Ki as zs Mp 2Ne ——— 25 BONNER’ © ; t “ i} ‘y Satan ‘ S ? = -% ( ‘ i H \ i ae Chitty, alluding to the proprietors of that vast establishment. * They pay the shareholders thirty-two and a half per cent for their money originally invested.” ‘ That’s true-—perfectly true,” said Mr. Walker.. “‘ When the com- pany of Laffitte and Cailliard was first formed, it was nearly ruined in six months by this one: and how do you think it was done 2” Eomicbooks.co