Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 351: what you’re looking at

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B08 PICKWICK ABROAD. Count Boloski, after a momentary pause: ‘‘and I should like to know what would become of tlie splendour of the throne without such lovely ornaments ?” In such conversation as this the time was passed agreeably away and every moment served to convince Mr. Snodgrass that he might consider himself exceedingly happy in having formed the acquaint. — ance of his fellow-travellers. A slight repast ‘at Clermont put them — all in a better humour still; and ata late hour in the evening the Entered Paris by the faubourg Saint Denis, the splendid gate of which attracted Mr. Snodgrass’s most particular attention. E ll ? e | 4 | lg i am {(t} HH Sail ee i ~—) SS —=—=—=— ——- = = = ————— —— SS —— ——7) 4 —— — = ane Fr fe =A >| ——— ———— . PRS), i H | _——_——— [a oe gui = i \ Nar ‘You had better sleep at the hotel to which we are going, to- night,” suggested the Count; ‘‘and to-morrow morning you can join your friends.” Mr. Srfodgrass reflected that it was just probable that there might be no spare- -bed for him at Mr, Pickwick’s lodgings ; and he therefore accepted this proposition. ‘“ Which hotel are we to put up at—Meutice's ;2”” enquired Mr. Snoderass. FF No—hang Meurice’s,” cried the Count Boloski, who had evi- dently some deeply-r ooted aversion to that splendid caravanserail. ‘¢ Lawson’s Bedford Hotel—to be sure; Rue Saint Honore 323. I have already ordered the postilion to drive there.” ) In due time the carriage entered the yard of Mr. Lawson’s extensive establishment; and the landlord himself, together with his wife, Mr. Lane (the commissioner), and a dozen w aiters, chambermaids, “boots,” porters, &c., rushed out to welcome the travellers. ‘* Now then, Count Boloski—now then,” cried the real nobleman, at the top of his voice, to Mr, Snodgrass ; « take care of the steps, my lord—there—now you ‘have it—that’s right, my lord ;” and in alow © whisper, as Mr. Snodgrass descended from the chaise, he added— “< Keep up your title for the fun of the thing.” - comilcbooks.con