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‘
This
is
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
’
said
the
Serjeant
,
waving
his
pen
in
the
direction
in
which
that
gentleman
was
standing
.
Mr
.
Phunky
bowed
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
a
reverence
which
a
first
client
must
ever
awaken
;
and
again
inclined
his
head
towards
his
leader
.
‘
Perhaps
you
will
take
Mr
.
Pickwick
away
,
’
said
the
Serjeant
,
‘
and
—
and
—
and
—
hear
anything
Mr
.
Pickwick
may
wish
to
communicate
.
We
shall
have
a
consultation
,
of
course
.
’
With
that
hint
that
he
had
been
interrupted
quite
long
enough
,
Mr
.
Serjeant
Snubbin
,
who
had
been
gradually
growing
more
and
more
abstracted
,
applied
his
glass
to
his
eyes
for
an
instant
,
bowed
slightly
round
,
and
was
once
more
deeply
immersed
in
the
case
before
him
,
which
arose
out
of
an
interminable
lawsuit
,
originating
in
the
act
of
an
individual
,
deceased
a
century
or
so
ago
,
who
had
stopped
up
a
pathway
leading
from
some
place
which
nobody
ever
came
from
,
to
some
other
place
which
nobody
ever
went
to
.
Mr
.
Phunky
would
not
hear
of
passing
through
any
door
until
Mr
Pickwick
and
his
solicitor
had
passed
through
before
him
,
so
it
was
some
time
before
they
got
into
the
Square
;
and
when
they
did
reach
it
,
they
walked
up
and
down
,
and
held
a
long
conference
,
the
result
of
which
was
,
that
it
was
a
very
difficult
matter
to
say
how
the
verdict
would
go
;
that
nobody
could
presume
to
calculate
on
the
issue
of
an
action
;
that
it
was
very
lucky
they
had
prevented
the
other
party
from
getting
Serjeant
Snubbin
;
and
other
topics
of
doubt
and
consolation
,
common
in
such
a
position
of
affairs
.
Mr
.
Weller
was
then
roused
by
his
master
from
a
sweet
sleep
of
an
hour
’
s
duration
;
and
,
bidding
adieu
to
Lowten
,
they
returned
to
the
city
.
There
is
a
repose
about
Lant
Street
,
in
the
Borough
,
which
sheds
a
gentle
melancholy
upon
the
soul
.
There
are
always
a
good
many
houses
to
let
in
the
street
:
it
is
a
by
-
street
too
,
and
its
dulness
is
soothing
.
A
house
in
Lant
Street
would
not
come
within
the
denomination
of
a
first
-
rate
residence
,
in
the
strict
acceptation
of
the
term
;
but
it
is
a
most
desirable
spot
nevertheless
.
If
a
man
wished
to
abstract
himself
from
the
world
—
to
remove
himself
from
within
the
reach
of
temptation
—
to
place
himself
beyond
the
possibility
of
any
inducement
to
look
out
of
the
window
—
we
should
recommend
him
by
all
means
go
to
Lant
Street
.
In
this
happy
retreat
are
colonised
a
few
clear
-
starchers
,
a
sprinkling
of
journeymen
bookbinders
,
one
or
two
prison
agents
for
the
Insolvent
Court
,
several
small
housekeepers
who
are
employed
in
the
Docks
,
a
handful
of
mantua
-
makers
,
and
a
seasoning
of
jobbing
tailors
.
The
majority
of
the
inhabitants
either
direct
their
energies
to
the
letting
of
furnished
apartments
,
or
devote
themselves
to
the
healthful
and
invigorating
pursuit
of
mangling
.
The
chief
features
in
the
still
life
of
the
street
are
green
shutters
,
lodging
-
bills
,
brass
door
-
plates
,
and
bell
-
handles
;
the
principal
specimens
of
animated
nature
,
the
pot
-
boy
,
the
muffin
youth
,
and
the
baked
-
potato
man
.
The
population
is
migratory
,
usually
disappearing
on
the
verge
of
quarter
-
day
,
and
generally
by
night
.
His
Majesty
’
s
revenues
are
seldom
collected
in
this
happy
valley
;
the
rents
are
dubious
;
and
the
water
communication
is
very
frequently
cut
off
.
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
embellished
one
side
of
the
fire
,
in
his
first
-
floor
front
,
early
on
the
evening
for
which
he
had
invited
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
the
other
.
The
preparations
for
the
reception
of
visitors
appeared
to
be
completed
.
The
umbrellas
in
the
passage
had
been
heaped
into
the
little
corner
outside
the
back
-
parlour
door
;
the
bonnet
and
shawl
of
the
landlady
’
s
servant
had
been
removed
from
the
bannisters
;
there
were
not
more
than
two
pairs
of
pattens
on
the
street
-
door
mat
;
and
a
kitchen
candle
,
with
a
very
long
snuff
,
burned
cheerfully
on
the
ledge
of
the
staircase
window
.
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
had
himself
purchased
the
spirits
at
a
wine
vaults
in
High
Street
,
and
had
returned
home
preceding
the
bearer
thereof
,
to
preclude
the
possibility
of
their
delivery
at
the
wrong
house
.
The
punch
was
ready
-
made
in
a
red
pan
in
the
bedroom
;
a
little
table
,
covered
with
a
green
baize
cloth
,
had
been
borrowed
from
the
parlour
,
to
play
at
cards
on
;
and
the
glasses
of
the
establishment
,
together
with
those
which
had
been
borrowed
for
the
occasion
from
the
public
-
house
,
were
all
drawn
up
in
a
tray
,
which
was
deposited
on
the
landing
outside
the
door
.
Notwithstanding
the
highly
satisfactory
nature
of
all
these
arrangements
,
there
was
a
cloud
on
the
countenance
of
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
as
he
sat
by
the
fireside
.
There
was
a
sympathising
expression
,
too
,
in
the
features
of
Mr
.
