Pickwick Abroad; or, The Tour in France — page 85: what you’re looking at

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a”) PICKWICK ABROAD. merely a prison in fact, without being one in aspect. This is, however, but meagre consoiation for its inmates, and may probably be deemed an Over-uice distinction. Mr. Pickwick, having taken notes of the names of Mr. Crashem’s creditors, and the partic Ati of the debts, promised to write to Lon- don that ver Vv day, at the same time hinting the necessity OL paying the Calais t adesmail in full, as it would be ahead useless to expect to compromise with au utter stranger. Mr, Adolphus Crashem expressed his gratitude 1 due terms, suid. to evince 1t the more efiectually, gave Mr. Pickwick so violent a slap on the back, that the tears came into his eyes, and dimmed the visual organs of that philanthropic man. Mr. Tims intimated his intention of staying with his particular friend, Mr. Crashem, for the remainder of the day, ‘‘ just to see him snug and comfortably settled,” as he tastefully expressed himself; upon which Mr. Pickwic ok, followed by Mr, Boozie, Mr. Tupman, Mr. Winkle, and Mr. ¥ eller, took his leave for the moment, and returned to Meurice’s hotel, to settle his account, and remove to other quarters. CHAPTER X. MR. SAMUNL WELLER IS NOMINATED AMBASSADOR-PLENIPOTENTIARY BETWEEN Mi. PICKWICK AND M. CAILLIEZ.—MR,. TUPMAN AND MR, BOOZIE ViIsil THE PALAIS ROYAL.—LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT,—A BREACIL BETWEEN TWO GREAT MEN. SAM,” sald Mr. Pickwick, when they wey once more arrived at the hotel, ‘‘ tell the dandlord I wish to speak to him immediately.” “Wery good, Sir,” returned that gentleman; “but I rayther think he’s en-gaged for the vn oment, Sir, as the lawyer's clerkesaid to the poor client.” * What makes you think so, Sam?” enquiréd Mr. Pickwick. ‘Gos.T see him lookin’ at two dancin’ bears, Sir,” responded Mr, Weller, * rust as ve drove into the yard o’ the hot- tel. Sur??? “Tn the street, Sam ?” exclaimed Mr. Winkle, start ting as if a mouse had suddenly galloped up his leg. “No vere else, Sir,” replied Mr. Weller, dogmatically; “an? t morrow night—vich is Sunday, Sur—he an’ all his family and frientls seventeen on ’em—is a-goin’ to the theayter, I heerd say.” ‘‘ The theatre on a Sunday ‘ 2” ejaculated Mr. Pickwick, starting up from Jiis chair in an excess of the most virtuous indignation :—“ I shall protest against it, Sam !—Winkle—I shall protest against it !— No—Tupma n—do not attempt to dissuade me from my purpose—I re- peat my words, I shall protest against it! The eyes of our couniry- men are pon tis—our actionsare watched—Snodgrass himself is ready to relate them to the world— —and, as a true philanthropist, I shall pro- test against 2M Here Mr, Pickwick, fatigued by the ardour with which he had spoken, es into his chair, and rang the bell violently. Eomichooks.co