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But
Mr
.
Pickwick
cared
not
for
appearances
in
such
an
extreme
case
,
and
urged
on
by
Sam
Weller
,
he
kept
at
the
very
top
of
his
speed
until
he
reached
the
door
of
Manor
Farm
,
where
Mr
.
Tupman
had
arrived
some
five
minutes
before
,
and
had
frightened
the
old
lady
into
palpitations
of
the
heart
by
impressing
her
with
the
unalterable
conviction
that
the
kitchen
chimney
was
on
fire
—
a
calamity
which
always
presented
itself
in
glowing
colours
to
the
old
lady
’
s
mind
,
when
anybody
about
her
evinced
the
smallest
agitation
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
paused
not
an
instant
until
he
was
snug
in
bed
.
Sam
Weller
lighted
a
blazing
fire
in
the
room
,
and
took
up
his
dinner
;
a
bowl
of
punch
was
carried
up
afterwards
,
and
a
grand
carouse
held
in
honour
of
his
safety
.
Old
Wardle
would
not
hear
of
his
rising
,
so
they
made
the
bed
the
chair
,
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
presided
.
A
second
and
a
third
bowl
were
ordered
in
;
and
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
awoke
next
morning
,
there
was
not
a
symptom
of
rheumatism
about
him
;
which
proves
,
as
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
very
justly
observed
,
that
there
is
nothing
like
hot
punch
in
such
cases
;
and
that
if
ever
hot
punch
did
fail
to
act
as
a
preventive
,
it
was
merely
because
the
patient
fell
into
the
vulgar
error
of
not
taking
enough
of
it
.
The
jovial
party
broke
up
next
morning
.
Breakings
-
up
are
capital
things
in
our
school
-
days
,
but
in
after
life
they
are
painful
enough
.
Death
,
self
-
interest
,
and
fortune
’
s
changes
,
are
every
day
breaking
up
many
a
happy
group
,
and
scattering
them
far
and
wide
;
and
the
boys
and
girls
never
come
back
again
.
We
do
not
mean
to
say
that
it
was
exactly
the
case
in
this
particular
instance
;
all
we
wish
to
inform
the
reader
is
,
that
the
different
members
of
the
party
dispersed
to
their
several
homes
;
that
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
friends
once
more
took
their
seats
on
the
top
of
the
Muggleton
coach
;
and
that
Arabella
Allen
repaired
to
her
place
of
destination
,
wherever
it
might
have
been
—
we
dare
say
Mr
.
Winkle
knew
,
but
we
confess
we
don
’
t
—
under
the
care
and
guardianship
of
her
brother
Benjamin
,
and
his
most
intimate
and
particular
friend
,
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
.
Before
they
separated
,
however
,
that
gentleman
and
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
drew
Mr
.
Pickwick
aside
with
an
air
of
some
mystery
;
and
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
thrusting
his
forefinger
between
two
of
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
ribs
,
and
thereby
displaying
his
native
drollery
,
and
his
knowledge
of
the
anatomy
of
the
human
frame
,
at
one
and
the
same
time
,
inquired
—
‘
I
say
,
old
boy
,
where
do
you
hang
out
?
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
replied
that
he
was
at
present
suspended
at
the
George
and
Vulture
.
‘
I
wish
you
’
d
come
and
see
me
,
’
said
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
Nothing
would
give
me
greater
pleasure
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
‘
There
’
s
my
lodgings
,
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
producing
a
card
.
‘
Lant
Street
,
Borough
;
it
’
s
near
Guy
’
s
,
and
handy
for
me
,
you
know
.
Little
distance
after
you
’
ve
passed
St
.
George
’
s
Church
—
turns
out
of
the
High
Street
on
the
right
hand
side
the
way
.
’
‘
I
shall
find
it
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Come
on
Thursday
fortnight
,
and
bring
the
other
chaps
with
you
,
’
said
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
;
‘
I
’
m
going
to
have
a
few
medical
fellows
that
night
.
’
