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All
this
was
very
snug
and
pleasant
.
And
when
the
difficulties
of
the
stile
were
at
last
surmounted
,
and
they
once
more
entered
on
the
open
field
,
old
Wardle
informed
Mr
.
Pickwick
how
they
had
all
been
down
in
a
body
to
inspect
the
furniture
and
fittings
-
up
of
the
house
,
which
the
young
couple
were
to
tenant
,
after
the
Christmas
holidays
;
at
which
communication
Bella
and
Trundle
both
coloured
up
,
as
red
as
the
fat
boy
after
the
taproom
fire
;
and
the
young
lady
with
the
black
eyes
and
the
fur
round
the
boots
,
whispered
something
in
Emily
’
s
ear
,
and
then
glanced
archly
at
Mr
.
Snodgrass
;
to
which
Emily
responded
that
she
was
a
foolish
girl
,
but
turned
very
red
,
notwithstanding
;
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
who
was
as
modest
as
all
great
geniuses
usually
are
,
felt
the
crimson
rising
to
the
crown
of
his
head
,
and
devoutly
wished
,
in
the
inmost
recesses
of
his
own
heart
,
that
the
young
lady
aforesaid
,
with
her
black
eyes
,
and
her
archness
,
and
her
boots
with
the
fur
round
the
top
,
were
all
comfortably
deposited
in
the
adjacent
county
.
But
if
they
were
social
and
happy
outside
the
house
,
what
was
the
warmth
and
cordiality
of
their
reception
when
they
reached
the
farm
!
The
very
servants
grinned
with
pleasure
at
sight
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
;
and
Emma
bestowed
a
half
-
demure
,
half
-
impudent
,
and
all
-
pretty
look
of
recognition
,
on
Mr
.
Tupman
,
which
was
enough
to
make
the
statue
of
Bonaparte
in
the
passage
,
unfold
his
arms
,
and
clasp
her
within
them
.
The
old
lady
was
seated
with
customary
state
in
the
front
parlour
,
but
she
was
rather
cross
,
and
,
by
consequence
,
most
particularly
deaf
.
She
never
went
out
herself
,
and
like
a
great
many
other
old
ladies
of
the
same
stamp
,
she
was
apt
to
consider
it
an
act
of
domestic
treason
,
if
anybody
else
took
the
liberty
of
doing
what
she
couldn
’
t
.
So
,
bless
her
old
soul
,
she
sat
as
upright
as
she
could
,
in
her
great
chair
,
and
looked
as
fierce
as
might
be
—
and
that
was
benevolent
after
all
.
‘
Mother
,
’
said
Wardle
,
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
You
recollect
him
?
’
‘
Never
mind
,
’
replied
the
old
lady
,
with
great
dignity
.
‘
Don
’
t
trouble
Mr
.
Pickwick
about
an
old
creetur
like
me
.
Nobody
cares
about
me
now
,
and
it
’
s
very
nat
’
ral
they
shouldn
’
t
.
’
Here
the
old
lady
tossed
her
head
,
and
smoothed
down
her
lavender
-
coloured
silk
dress
with
trembling
hands
.
‘
Come
,
come
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
I
can
’
t
let
you
cut
an
old
friend
in
this
way
.
I
have
come
down
expressly
to
have
a
long
talk
,
and
another
rubber
with
you
;
and
we
’
ll
show
these
boys
and
girls
how
to
dance
a
minuet
,
before
they
’
re
eight
-
and
–
forty
hours
older
.
’
The
old
lady
was
rapidly
giving
way
,
but
she
did
not
like
to
do
it
all
at
once
;
so
she
only
said
,
‘
Ah
!
I
can
’
t
hear
him
!
’
‘
Nonsense
,
mother
,
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
Come
,
come
,
don
’
t
be
cross
,
there
’
s
a
good
soul
.
Recollect
Bella
;
come
,
you
must
keep
her
spirits
up
,
poor
girl
.
’
The
good
old
lady
heard
this
,
for
her
lip
quivered
as
her
son
said
it
.
But
age
has
its
little
infirmities
of
temper
,
and
she
was
not
quite
brought
round
yet
.
So
,
she
smoothed
down
the
lavender
-
coloured
dress
again
,
and
turning
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
said
,
‘
Ah
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
young
people
was
very
different
,
when
I
was
a
girl
.
’
‘
No
doubt
of
that
,
ma
’
am
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
and
that
’
s
the
reason
why
I
would
make
much
of
the
few
that
have
any
traces
of
the
old
stock
’
—
and
saying
this
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
gently
pulled
Bella
towards
him
,
and
bestowing
a
kiss
upon
her
forehead
,
bade
her
sit
down
on
the
little
stool
at
her
grandmother
’
s
feet
.
Whether
the
expression
of
her
countenance
,
as
it
was
raised
towards
the
old
lady
’
s
face
,
called
up
a
thought
of
old
times
,
or
whether
the
old
lady
was
touched
by
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
affectionate
good
-
nature
,
or
whatever
was
the
cause
,
she
was
fairly
melted
;
so
she
threw
herself
on
her
granddaughter
’
s
neck
,
and
all
the
little
ill
-
humour
evaporated
in
a
gush
of
silent
tears
.
