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‘
It
will
give
me
great
pleasure
,
I
am
sure
,
’
replied
Doctor
Slammer
,
little
suspecting
who
Mr
.
Tupman
was
.
‘
You
will
be
sure
to
come
?
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
‘
Oh
,
certainly
.
’
By
this
time
they
had
reached
the
road
Cordial
farewells
were
exchanged
,
and
the
party
separated
.
Doctor
Slammer
and
his
friends
repaired
to
the
barracks
,
and
Mr
.
Winkle
,
accompanied
by
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
returned
to
their
inn
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
felt
some
apprehensions
in
consequence
of
the
unusual
absence
of
his
two
friends
,
which
their
mysterious
behaviour
during
the
whole
morning
had
by
no
means
tended
to
diminish
.
It
was
,
therefore
,
with
more
than
ordinary
pleasure
that
he
rose
to
greet
them
when
they
again
entered
;
and
with
more
than
ordinary
interest
that
he
inquired
what
had
occurred
to
detain
them
from
his
society
.
In
reply
to
his
questions
on
this
point
,
Mr
.
Snodgrass
was
about
to
offer
an
historical
account
of
the
circumstances
just
now
detailed
,
when
he
was
suddenly
checked
by
observing
that
there
were
present
,
not
only
Mr
.
Tupman
and
their
stage
-
coach
companion
of
the
preceding
day
,
but
another
stranger
of
equally
singular
appearance
.
It
was
a
careworn
-
looking
man
,
whose
sallow
face
,
and
deeply
-
sunken
eyes
,
were
rendered
still
more
striking
than
Nature
had
made
them
,
by
the
straight
black
hair
which
hung
in
matted
disorder
half
-
way
down
his
face
.
His
eyes
were
almost
unnaturally
bright
and
piercing
;
his
cheek
-
bones
were
high
and
prominent
;
and
his
jaws
were
so
long
and
lank
,
that
an
observer
would
have
supposed
that
he
was
drawing
the
flesh
of
his
face
in
,
for
a
moment
,
by
some
contraction
of
the
muscles
,
if
his
half
-
opened
mouth
and
immovable
expression
had
not
announced
that
it
was
his
ordinary
appearance
.
Round
his
neck
he
wore
a
green
shawl
,
with
the
large
ends
straggling
over
his
chest
,
and
making
their
appearance
occasionally
beneath
the
worn
button
-
holes
of
his
old
waistcoat
.
His
upper
garment
was
a
long
black
surtout
;
and
below
it
he
wore
wide
drab
trousers
,
and
large
boots
,
running
rapidly
to
seed
.
It
was
on
this
uncouth
-
looking
person
that
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
eye
rested
,
and
it
was
towards
him
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
extended
his
hand
when
he
said
,
‘
A
friend
of
our
friend
’
s
here
.
We
discovered
this
morning
that
our
friend
was
connected
with
the
theatre
in
this
place
,
though
he
is
not
desirous
to
have
it
generally
known
,
and
this
gentleman
is
a
member
of
the
same
profession
.
He
was
about
to
favour
us
with
a
little
anecdote
connected
with
it
,
when
you
entered
.
’
‘
Lots
of
anecdote
,
’
said
the
green
-
coated
stranger
of
the
day
before
,
advancing
to
Mr
.
Winkle
and
speaking
in
a
low
and
confidential
tone
.
‘
Rum
fellow
—
does
the
heavy
business
—
no
actor
—
strange
man
—
all
sorts
of
miseries
—
Dismal
Jemmy
,
we
call
him
on
the
circuit
.
’
Mr
.
Winkle
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
politely
welcomed
the
gentleman
,
elegantly
designated
as
‘
Dismal
Jemmy
’
;
and
calling
for
brandy
-
and
-
water
,
in
imitation
of
the
remainder
of
the
company
,
seated
themselves
at
the
table
.
‘
Now
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
will
you
oblige
us
by
proceeding
with
what
you
were
going
to
relate
?
’
The
dismal
individual
took
a
dirty
roll
of
paper
from
his
pocket
,
and
turning
to
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
who
had
just
taken
out
his
note
-
book
,
said
in
a
hollow
voice
,
perfectly
in
keeping
with
his
outward
man
—
‘
Are
you
the
poet
?
’
