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’
‘
Finely
expressed
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
All
point
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Leo
Hunter
;
‘
but
you
shall
hear
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
repeat
it
.
She
can
do
justice
to
it
,
Sir
.
She
will
repeat
it
,
in
character
,
Sir
,
to
-
morrow
morning
.
’
‘
In
character
!
’
‘
As
Minerva
.
But
I
forgot
—
it
’
s
a
fancy
-
dress
DEJEUNE
.
’
‘
Dear
me
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
glancing
at
his
own
figure
—
‘
I
can
’
t
possibly
—
’
‘
Can
’
t
,
sir
;
can
’
t
!
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Leo
Hunter
.
‘
Solomon
Lucas
,
the
Jew
in
the
High
Street
,
has
thousands
of
fancy
-
dresses
.
Consider
,
Sir
,
how
many
appropriate
characters
are
open
for
your
selection
.
Plato
,
Zeno
,
Epicurus
,
Pythagoras
—
all
founders
of
clubs
.
’
‘
I
know
that
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
‘
but
as
I
cannot
put
myself
in
competition
with
those
great
men
,
I
cannot
presume
to
wear
their
dresses
.
’
The
grave
man
considered
deeply
,
for
a
few
seconds
,
and
then
said
—
‘
On
reflection
,
Sir
,
I
don
’
t
know
whether
it
would
not
afford
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
greater
pleasure
,
if
her
guests
saw
a
gentleman
of
your
celebrity
in
his
own
costume
,
rather
than
in
an
assumed
one
.
I
may
venture
to
promise
an
exception
in
your
case
,
sir
—
yes
,
I
am
quite
certain
that
,
on
behalf
of
Mrs
.
Leo
Hunter
,
I
may
venture
to
do
so
.
’
