Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 111: what you’re looking at

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G8 PICKWICK ABROAD. “Ves, Mr, Pickwick, it is a fine morning: frosty—cold—crisp— and healthy. Of course you will exhibit yourself in a sledge on such a day as this?” ‘A sledge!” exclaimed Mr. Pickwick. “A sledge, Sir,” coolly replied Mr. Walker. “ And if you have no objection, I will join the party. Sociability is the fundamental basis of my system.” ‘‘Do you really mean to say that people go about in sledges in Paris 2?” enquired Mr. Tupman. “T conld not tell a falsehood, Sir,” solemnly responded Mr. Walker; while Mr. Pickwick expressed his admiration at the senti- ment, by a whole catalogue of his most philanthropic smiles, ‘Then I should very much lke to try one,” said Mr. Tupman, alluding to the sledges, and glancing towards his leader, ‘¢We will, Tupman!” cried that excellent gentleman, with the firm- ness and decision he was ever wont to exemplify in affairs of gravity and moment. ‘“ Boozie and Winkle will of course join us,’ suggested Mr. Tup- ‘s Are they friends of your’s ?” enquired Mr. Walker. ‘They are so,” returned Mr. Pickwick. ‘‘1 shall, moreover, take my servant with me.” ‘‘We are six in all, then,” said Mr. Hook Walker. “ And a very excellent number it is, too—seeing that a sledge holds three people— so you had better leave the matter to me—and I’ji manage it to the satisfaction of all concerned. Have you breakfasted ?” | ‘< We have not,” said Mr. ‘Tupman. ‘¢ Well, then,’ continued Mr. Walker, “‘ go and get your breakfasts ; and in an hour I will join you. All shall be prepared: regularity is one of the most essential parts of my system.” Mr. Walker bade Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Tupman a temporary adieu, and departed to execute the commission with which he had charged himself, while the two friends exchanged a few hasty obser- vations, and Mr. Tupman gave a short, but correct account, of his adventures of the preceding day; atter which they sought their sit- ting-apartment, where Messieurs Boozie and Winkie were already waiting for them to commence breakfast. The projected amusement for the morning was soon made known to the two last-named gentle- men, and a hearty concurrence in the eligibility of the scheme was the iramediate result of the communication. ‘“‘Wery singular oc-currence took place last night, to a gen’leman as hangs out in this ’ere hot-tel, Sir,” began Mr. Weller, when he came to receive his master’s orders, as soon as the breakfast had been disposed of. “ Was there, Sam ?” enquired Mr. Pickwick, encouragingly. ‘Yes, there where, Sir,” answered Mr. Weller; ‘‘an’ this 1s vot it vos. Want of money, Sir, appears, in these times, to be nothin’ more or less than a out-an’-out epidemic disease, as the farmer said ven his pigs vos afflicted vith the measles: so, in order to remedy this incon- wenience, a young gen’leman o’ the name o’ Wincent must needs go to a gaming ’ouse, vich they calls Friskcarter’s ; and there, if so be as hig ac-count is cor-rect, he vins a pretty tidy sum in a inconcel-wable - a Eomichbooks.co =)