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‘
Now
,
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
’
screamed
the
shrill
voice
of
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
‘
are
them
brutes
going
?
’
‘
They
’
re
only
looking
for
their
hats
,
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
’
said
Bob
;
‘
they
are
going
directly
.
’
‘
Going
!
’
said
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
thrusting
her
nightcap
over
the
banisters
just
as
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
followed
by
Mr
.
Tupman
,
emerged
from
the
sitting
-
room
.
‘
Going
!
what
did
they
ever
come
for
?
’
‘
My
dear
ma
’
am
,
’
remonstrated
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
up
.
‘
Get
along
with
you
,
old
wretch
!
’
replied
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
hastily
withdrawing
the
nightcap
.
‘
Old
enough
to
be
his
grandfather
,
you
willin
!
You
’
re
worse
than
any
of
’
em
.
’
Mr
Pickwick
found
it
in
vain
to
protest
his
innocence
,
so
hurried
downstairs
into
the
street
,
whither
he
was
closely
followed
by
Mr
.
Tupman
,
Mr
.
Winkle
,
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
who
was
dismally
depressed
with
spirits
and
agitation
,
accompanied
them
as
far
as
London
Bridge
,
and
in
the
course
of
the
walk
confided
to
Mr
.
Winkle
,
as
an
especially
eligible
person
to
intrust
the
secret
to
,
that
he
was
resolved
to
cut
the
throat
of
any
gentleman
,
except
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
who
should
aspire
to
the
affections
of
his
sister
Arabella
.
Having
expressed
his
determination
to
perform
this
painful
duty
of
a
brother
with
proper
firmness
,
he
burst
into
tears
,
knocked
his
hat
over
his
eyes
,
and
,
making
the
best
of
his
way
back
,
knocked
double
knocks
at
the
door
of
the
Borough
Market
office
,
and
took
short
naps
on
the
steps
alternately
,
until
daybreak
,
under
the
firm
impression
that
he
lived
there
,
and
had
forgotten
the
key
.
The
visitors
having
all
departed
,
in
compliance
with
the
rather
pressing
request
of
Mrs
.
Raddle
,
the
luckless
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
was
left
alone
,
to
meditate
on
the
probable
events
of
to
-
morrow
,
and
the
pleasures
of
the
evening
.
The
morning
of
the
thirteenth
of
February
,
which
the
readers
of
this
authentic
narrative
know
,
as
well
as
we
do
,
to
have
been
the
day
immediately
preceding
that
which
was
appointed
for
the
trial
of
Mrs
.
Bardell
’
s
action
,
was
a
busy
time
for
Mr
.
Samuel
Weller
,
who
was
perpetually
engaged
in
travelling
from
the
George
and
Vulture
to
Mr
.
Perker
’
s
chambers
and
back
again
,
from
and
between
the
hours
of
nine
o
’
clock
in
the
morning
and
two
in
the
afternoon
,
both
inclusive
.
Not
that
there
was
anything
whatever
to
be
done
,
for
the
consultation
had
taken
place
,
and
the
course
of
proceeding
to
be
adopted
,
had
been
finally
determined
on
;
but
Mr
.
Pickwick
being
in
a
most
extreme
state
of
excitement
,
persevered
in
constantly
sending
small
notes
to
his
attorney
,
merely
containing
the
inquiry
,
‘
Dear
Perker
.
Is
all
going
on
well
?
’
to
which
Mr
.
Perker
invariably
forwarded
the
reply
,
‘
Dear
Pickwick
.
As
well
as
possible
’
;
the
fact
being
,
as
we
have
already
hinted
,
that
there
was
nothing
whatever
to
go
on
,
either
well
or
ill
,
until
the
sitting
of
the
court
on
the
following
morning
.
But
people
who
go
voluntarily
to
law
,
or
are
taken
forcibly
there
,
for
the
first
time
,
may
be
allowed
to
labour
under
some
temporary
irritation
and
anxiety
;
and
Sam
,
with
a
due
allowance
for
the
frailties
of
human
nature
,
obeyed
all
his
master
’
s
behests
with
that
imperturbable
good
-
humour
and
unruffable
composure
which
formed
one
of
his
most
striking
and
amiable
characteristics
.
