Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 392: what you’re looking at

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— «sae 7 PICKWICK ABROAD. 379 as yet alouw commenced an attack upon the viands: ‘‘and then we must be off to Scuttle’s.” : “Notice in Galignant this mornin’,” said Mr. Weller, drawing a paper from his pocket; and without any farther preface, he read the following extract: ‘‘ Ve understand that Mr. Samivel Pickvick, the celebrated traveller and antikvarian, is about to lead to the himmyneal haltar the lovely vidder, Mrs. Sophia Veston, niece of Mr. Jeremiah Scuttle, who has so long been a distinguished resident in Paris.’— Vell, that ain’t nothin’, I don’t think, as the doctor said ven the gen’le- man womited the kitchen poker.” Mr. Weller was interrupted by a violent rmg at the front-door bell; and, having disappeared for a moment, he returned, escorting into the breakfast room Mr. Lipman and Mr. Jopling. “Well, how are you, my tulip?” said Mr. Lipman, slapping Mr. Pickwick so violently upon the back, that our hero’s spectacles fell off mto his plate. ** Yes—how are you, old fellow?” demanded Mr. Jopling, inflict- ing another blow upon Mr. Pickwick’s shoulders, probably with a view of ascertaining if it were not possible to push his head into the plate to vick up the spectacles. ‘We told you we’d come again, old file,” politely remarked Mr. Lipman, as he drew a chair to the table. ‘**T should think we’ve kept our words, too,” added Mr. Jopling, imitating his friend’s example in respect to the chair, ** Come now—iniroduce us, old fellow,” whispered Mr. Lipman, as he glanced towards Mr. Snodgrass, Mr. Kallaway, Mr. Walker, and Mr. Chitty. An introduction was accordingly effected as desired. “Very glad to see you, Snodgrass,” said Mr. Lipman, extending his hand to that gentleman across the table. ‘So am I, Kallaway,”’ observed Mr. Jopling. *“* Pass the toast, Walker,’ cried Mr. Lipman. *¢Fork me over that roll, old fellow,” said Mr. Jopling, addressing himself to Mr. Chitty. ‘You won't take any ham, will you, Jopling?” facetiously remarked Mr. Lipman, helping himself to about a pound and a_ half of that edible. ‘** Nor you any cold pie?” retorted Mr, Jopling, filling his plate from the dish before him. “We saw the notice in Galignant this morning, Lipman to Mr. Pickwick. «* As we supposed there would bea spree going on, we thought we’d come,” added Mr. Jopling. ‘‘ We knew we should be welcome.” He might have said that he knew he could behave as if he were welcome, and that instead of a ‘‘ spree” there would bea breakfast, of which both he and Mr. Lipman stood ia very great need, it being generally recommended by the faculty to imbibe a meal at least once in eight-and-forty hours, and the two gentlemen upon this occasion having imprudently suffered about fifty-six to pass over their heads without consulting the cravings of their appetites. ““Wery good leg o’ mutton in the house, and a piece o’ biled pork,” said Mr. Weller to Mr. Lipman, with an ironical smile, $9 observed Mr. (E(0) = Eomichbooks