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To
any
one
acquainted
with
these
points
of
the
domestic
economy
of
the
establishment
,
and
conversant
with
the
admirable
regulation
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
mind
,
his
appearance
and
behaviour
on
the
morning
previous
to
that
which
had
been
fixed
upon
for
the
journey
to
Eatanswill
would
have
been
most
mysterious
and
unaccountable
.
He
paced
the
room
to
and
fro
with
hurried
steps
,
popped
his
head
out
of
the
window
at
intervals
of
about
three
minutes
each
,
constantly
referred
to
his
watch
,
and
exhibited
many
other
manifestations
of
impatience
very
unusual
with
him
.
It
was
evident
that
something
of
great
importance
was
in
contemplation
,
but
what
that
something
was
,
not
even
Mrs
.
Bardell
had
been
enabled
to
discover
.
‘
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
at
last
,
as
that
amiable
female
approached
the
termination
of
a
prolonged
dusting
of
the
apartment
.
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
Your
little
boy
is
a
very
long
time
gone
.
’
‘
Why
it
’
s
a
good
long
way
to
the
Borough
,
sir
,
’
remonstrated
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
Ah
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
very
true
;
so
it
is
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
relapsed
into
silence
,
and
Mrs
.
Bardell
resumed
her
dusting
.
‘
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
at
the
expiration
of
a
few
minutes
.
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
again
.
‘
Do
you
think
it
a
much
greater
expense
to
keep
two
people
,
than
to
keep
one
?
’
‘
La
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
colouring
up
to
the
very
border
of
her
cap
,
as
she
fancied
she
observed
a
species
of
matrimonial
twinkle
in
the
eyes
of
her
lodger
;
‘
La
,
Mr
.
