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‘
She
’
s
pretty
well
,
’
replied
Master
Bardell
,
‘
so
am
I
.
’
‘
Well
,
that
’
s
a
mercy
,
’
said
Sam
;
‘
tell
her
I
want
to
speak
to
her
,
will
you
,
my
hinfant
fernomenon
?
’
Master
Bardell
,
thus
adjured
,
placed
the
refractory
flat
candle
on
the
bottom
stair
,
and
vanished
into
the
front
parlour
with
his
message
.
The
two
caps
,
reflected
on
the
window
-
blind
,
were
the
respective
head
-
dresses
of
a
couple
of
Mrs
.
Bardell
’
s
most
particular
acquaintance
,
who
had
just
stepped
in
,
to
have
a
quiet
cup
of
tea
,
and
a
little
warm
supper
of
a
couple
of
sets
of
pettitoes
and
some
toasted
cheese
.
The
cheese
was
simmering
and
browning
away
,
most
delightfully
,
in
a
little
Dutch
oven
before
the
fire
;
the
pettitoes
were
getting
on
deliciously
in
a
little
tin
saucepan
on
the
hob
;
and
Mrs
.
Bardell
and
her
two
friends
were
getting
on
very
well
,
also
,
in
a
little
quiet
conversation
about
and
concerning
all
their
particular
friends
and
acquaintance
;
when
Master
Bardell
came
back
from
answering
the
door
,
and
delivered
the
message
intrusted
to
him
by
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
servant
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
turning
pale
.
‘
Bless
my
soul
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Cluppins
.
‘
Well
,
I
raly
would
not
ha
’
believed
it
,
unless
I
had
ha
’
happened
to
ha
’
been
here
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Sanders
.
Mrs
.
Cluppins
was
a
little
,
brisk
,
busy
-
looking
woman
;
Mrs
.
Sanders
was
a
big
,
fat
,
heavy
-
faced
personage
;
and
the
two
were
the
company
.
Mrs
.
Bardell
felt
it
proper
to
be
agitated
;
and
as
none
of
the
three
exactly
knew
whether
under
existing
circumstances
,
any
communication
,
otherwise
than
through
Dodson
&
Fogg
,
ought
to
be
held
with
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
servant
,
they
were
all
rather
taken
by
surprise
.
In
this
state
of
indecision
,
obviously
the
first
thing
to
be
done
,
was
to
thump
the
boy
for
finding
Mr
.
Weller
at
the
door
.
So
his
mother
thumped
him
,
and
he
cried
melodiously
.
