Pickwick Abroad: or, The Tour in France — page 47: what you’re looking at

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18 F Pichopiel Abeond. hang me if I ain’t; but this honour was so unexpected—so unlooked for—taking one so infernally by surprise—” “No apology, my dear Sir,” said Mr. Pickwick with a benignant smile, ‘*And now that you are acquainted with my name—allow me to introduce you to my friend and companion, Mr. Nathaniel Winkle!” “Winkle!” exclaimed the young gentleman, turning suddenly to _ that individual, who winced a little, and sate uneasily on his chair, afraid of undergoing a similar series of embracings and huggings to the one already experienced by his great leader; ‘‘ most happy to know you also, Mr, Winkle. My name is Crashem, gentlemen—Adolphus Crashem— son of the general of that name.” | ‘Ah! indeed,” said Mr. Pickwick, with a half-bow and placid smile, | 3 “The name must be familiar to you,” observed Mr, Adolphus Crashem, with peculiar emphasis on the pronoun. ; “Not very familiar,” reyomed Mr. Pickwick, with an appealing glance at Mr. Winkle. Indeed it would have been very singular if it were; for in the several editions of the army list, Mr. Murray has un- accountably forgotten to mention General Crashem’s name. | ‘“‘Not on very good terms with my father, though—” said the young gentleman. ‘‘ The old boy has a will of his own, Mr. Pick- wick—like all very old men—he is past ninety —and I am his only son. Forty thousand pounds a-year sure—all entailed, and no mis- take.”’ ‘That is very lucky,” observed Mr. Pickwick, alluding to the ab- sence of any irregularity in the nature of the entail. ‘¢ No—no—ail right in that quarter, thank God,” continued Mr. Adolphus Crashem—“ right as the mail, my boy. But this old father of mine must needs interfere in my matrimonial intentions—and a very lovely girl—daughter of an illustrious baronet—pines after me at this moment. Don’t dare offend the old boy—else quarterly supplies d—d soon cut off, you know;’—and Mr. Crashem smiled in a peculiarly cunning manner. | ‘‘Ah! that’s it, is it?” said Mr. Winkle, with an equally cunning smile and chuckle, probably occasioned by certain reminiscences, the nature of which the reader is already acquainted with. ‘¢Sir William Grinwell, of Grinwell Park, Somersetshire, is the father of my intended,” said Mr, Crashem; “and a devilish good fellow he is too. Was arrested six months ago for’a cool fifty thou- sand—lost at play—on a bill, mind—and he stumped down in a jiffey to prevent my father from knowing it. Will give his daughter four times as much on her wedding-day—without settlement, too—_ that’s the best of it, ha! ha! ha!” At this moment the waiter entered the room, and imformed Mr. Adolphus Crashem that the landlord of the hotel would be glad to | say two words to him in the passage. Mr. Adolphus Crashem made a wry face at this communication, which private reasons, however, did not allow him to neglect. He accordingly went to meet the landlord in the passage, as he was desired. | “Nice young man, that,” said Mr. Pickwick, when he and Mr. Winkle were again alone. m | EORNIELIOO KS, (EC)