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‘
My
wishing
to
wait
upon
you
,
for
such
a
purpose
as
this
,
Sir
,
appears
,
I
have
no
doubt
,
to
a
gentleman
who
sees
so
much
of
these
matters
as
you
must
necessarily
do
,
a
very
extraordinary
circumstance
.
’
The
Serjeant
tried
to
look
gravely
at
the
fire
,
but
the
smile
came
back
again
.
‘
Gentlemen
of
your
profession
,
Sir
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
see
the
worst
side
of
human
nature
.
All
its
disputes
,
all
its
ill
-
will
and
bad
blood
,
rise
up
before
you
.
You
know
from
your
experience
of
juries
(
I
mean
no
disparagement
to
you
,
or
them
)
how
much
depends
upon
effect
;
and
you
are
apt
to
attribute
to
others
,
a
desire
to
use
,
for
purposes
of
deception
and
Self
-
interest
,
the
very
instruments
which
you
,
in
pure
honesty
and
honour
of
purpose
,
and
with
a
laudable
desire
to
do
your
utmost
for
your
client
,
know
the
temper
and
worth
of
so
well
,
from
constantly
employing
them
yourselves
.
I
really
believe
that
to
this
circumstance
may
be
attributed
the
vulgar
but
very
general
notion
of
your
being
,
as
a
body
,
suspicious
,
distrustful
,
and
over
-
cautious
.
Conscious
as
I
am
,
sir
,
of
the
disadvantage
of
making
such
a
declaration
to
you
,
under
such
circumstances
,
I
have
come
here
,
because
I
wish
you
distinctly
to
understand
,
as
my
friend
Mr
.
Perker
has
said
,
that
I
am
innocent
of
the
falsehood
laid
to
my
charge
;
and
although
I
am
very
well
aware
of
the
inestimable
value
of
your
assistance
,
Sir
,
I
must
beg
to
add
,
that
unless
you
sincerely
believe
this
,
I
would
rather
be
deprived
of
the
aid
of
your
talents
than
have
the
advantage
of
them
.
’
Long
before
the
close
of
this
address
,
which
we
are
bound
to
say
was
of
a
very
prosy
character
for
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
the
Serjeant
had
relapsed
into
a
state
of
abstraction
.
After
some
minutes
,
however
,
during
which
he
had
reassumed
his
pen
,
he
appeared
to
be
again
aware
of
the
presence
of
his
clients
;
raising
his
head
from
the
paper
,
he
said
,
rather
snappishly
—
‘
Who
is
with
me
in
this
case
?
’
‘
Mr
.
Phunky
,
Serjeant
Snubbin
,
’
replied
the
attorney
.
‘
Phunky
—
Phunky
,
’
said
the
Serjeant
,
‘
I
never
heard
the
name
before
.
He
must
be
a
very
young
man
.
’
‘
Yes
,
he
is
a
very
young
man
,
’
replied
the
attorney
.
‘
He
was
only
called
the
other
day
.
Let
me
see
—
he
has
not
been
at
the
Bar
eight
years
yet
.
’
‘
Ah
,
I
thought
not
,
’
said
the
Serjeant
,
in
that
sort
of
pitying
tone
in
which
ordinary
folks
would
speak
of
a
very
helpless
little
child
.
‘
Mr
.
Mallard
,
send
round
to
Mr
.
—
Mr
.
—
’
‘
Phunky
’
s
—
Holborn
Court
,
Gray
’
s
Inn
,
’
interposed
Perker
.
(
Holborn
Court
,
by
the
bye
,
is
South
Square
now
.
)
‘
Mr
.
Phunky
,
and
say
I
should
be
glad
if
he
’
d
step
here
,
a
moment
.
’
