Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 78: what you’re looking at

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AS CHAPPER ?X AN ELEGANT PANTOMIME, VULGARLY CALLED “A LARK. GOT UP AND ENACTED BY MR. ADOLPHUS CRASHEM AND MR. Tiwts.——A PARTY OF GENTLEMEN OBLIGINGLY SUPPLY MR. CRASHEM WITH | ODGINGS GRATIS. Wuie the younger members of the party were engaged, as we left them at the end of the preceding chapier, in mirthful conv ersation, the following dialogue took place between Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Boozie. ‘* How do you like your quarters?” eng™ired the former sevens in the true spirit of philanthropic curiosity. ‘‘ Have von a comfort- able bed-room—and can you manage to sleep in a French bed? : ‘“ Why—to tell you the truth,” ‘responded Mr. Goozie, ‘my bed- room is as comfortable as one could expect in a house like this. No —it isn’t, though,’ exclaimed Mr. Boozie after a moime ntary pause, — ‘“* im telling a confounded fib, when i think of it—’tisn’t at all com- fortable. It looks on the front—and the carriages ee such a Clat- tering, I only got ten—no, I didn’t, though—I only mauaged to get two short naps all night.”’ ‘How very provoking! !’’ cried the good-natured Mr. Pickwick, swallowing a bumper of claret. “And I can sleep auvwhere alice --in the midst of disturbances of every kind—‘tis all the same to me!” *““ Indeed !” cried Mr. Boozie. “I once knew aman in the West Indies—no, it wasn’t, though—l’m again telling a talsehood— twas in the East Indies, when I recollect—who slept while a whole regiment of English—of | Native Infantry, £ mean—walked over hiis body. But which is your room ?” “The one behind your’s,” answered Mr. Pickwick, who ee it mu uch more facile to swallow Meurice’s claret than Mr. Roozie’stales : ‘it looks upon the court-yard of the hotel.” ‘“* How I envy you!” ened My. Boozie. “I should be most happy to change,” cbserved Nir. Hickwick, emp- tying his.glass, and summoning the Graater for another bottle, to the astonishment of Mr. ‘Tupman, who alt eady saw double, and the horror of Mr. Winkle, who felt a great inclination to deposit himself quietly ll under the sahil. ec} ** Really, you are too good,” modestly remarked Mv. Boosie: “but fit were not asking too much—” “Oh! not at all,” interrupted Mr. Pickwick. ‘‘ Say no more upon the subject: I will give orders to Sam, presently, to change our re- spective trunks, and only hope you will slumber weil to-night in your new quarters.” This matter being settled to the mutual satisfaciion of the two par- ties principally interested in the arrangement, the hotile of wine, that had been ordered, was duly dispatched, and the conversation became as general as the exceedingly edifying remarks of Mr, Tupmanand the EORAICELOOC) cS (EO)