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Miss
Witherfield
retired
,
deeply
impressed
with
the
magistrate
’
s
learning
and
research
;
Mr
.
Nupkins
retired
to
lunch
;
Mr
.
Jinks
retired
within
himself
—
that
being
the
only
retirement
he
had
,
except
the
sofa
-
bedstead
in
the
small
parlour
which
was
occupied
by
his
landlady
’
s
family
in
the
daytime
—
and
Mr
.
Grummer
retired
,
to
wipe
out
,
by
his
mode
of
discharging
his
present
commission
,
the
insult
which
had
been
fastened
upon
himself
,
and
the
other
representative
of
his
Majesty
—
the
beadle
—
in
the
course
of
the
morning
.
While
these
resolute
and
determined
preparations
for
the
conservation
of
the
king
’
s
peace
were
pending
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
friends
,
wholly
unconscious
of
the
mighty
events
in
progress
,
had
sat
quietly
down
to
dinner
;
and
very
talkative
and
companionable
they
all
were
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
in
the
very
act
of
relating
his
adventure
of
the
preceding
night
,
to
the
great
amusement
of
his
followers
,
Mr
.
Tupman
especially
,
when
the
door
opened
,
and
a
somewhat
forbidding
countenance
peeped
into
the
room
.
The
eyes
in
the
forbidding
countenance
looked
very
earnestly
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
for
several
seconds
,
and
were
to
all
appearance
satisfied
with
their
investigation
;
for
the
body
to
which
the
forbidding
countenance
belonged
,
slowly
brought
itself
into
the
apartment
,
and
presented
the
form
of
an
elderly
individual
in
top
-
boots
—
not
to
keep
the
reader
any
longer
in
suspense
,
in
short
,
the
eyes
were
the
wandering
eyes
of
Mr
.
Grummer
,
and
the
body
was
the
body
of
the
same
gentleman
.
Mr
.
Grummer
’
s
mode
of
proceeding
was
professional
,
but
peculiar
.
His
first
act
was
to
bolt
the
door
on
the
inside
;
his
second
,
to
polish
his
head
and
countenance
very
carefully
with
a
cotton
handkerchief
;
his
third
,
to
place
his
hat
,
with
the
cotton
handkerchief
in
it
,
on
the
nearest
chair
;
and
his
fourth
,
to
produce
from
the
breast
-
pocket
of
his
coat
a
short
truncheon
,
surmounted
by
a
brazen
crown
,
with
which
he
beckoned
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
with
a
grave
and
ghost
-
like
air
.
Mr
.
Snodgrass
was
the
first
to
break
the
astonished
silence
.
He
looked
steadily
at
Mr
.
Grummer
for
a
brief
space
,
and
then
said
emphatically
,
‘
This
is
a
private
room
,
Sir
.
A
private
room
.
’
Mr
.
Grummer
shook
his
head
,
and
replied
,
‘
No
room
’
s
private
to
his
Majesty
when
the
street
door
’
s
once
passed
.
That
’
s
law
.
Some
people
maintains
that
an
Englishman
’
s
house
is
his
castle
.
That
’
s
gammon
.
’
The
Pickwickians
gazed
on
each
other
with
wondering
eyes
.
‘
Which
is
Mr
.
Tupman
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Grummer
.
He
had
an
intuitive
perception
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
he
knew
him
at
once
.
‘
My
name
’
s
Tupman
,
’
said
that
gentleman
.
