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Mr
.
Pickwick
stood
up
in
a
state
of
great
agitation
,
and
took
a
glance
at
the
court
.
There
were
already
a
pretty
large
sprinkling
of
spectators
in
the
gallery
,
and
a
numerous
muster
of
gentlemen
in
wigs
,
in
the
barristers
’
seats
,
who
presented
,
as
a
body
,
all
that
pleasing
and
extensive
variety
of
nose
and
whisker
for
which
the
Bar
of
England
is
so
justly
celebrated
.
Such
of
the
gentlemen
as
had
a
brief
to
carry
,
carried
it
in
as
conspicuous
a
manner
as
possible
,
and
occasionally
scratched
their
noses
therewith
,
to
impress
the
fact
more
strongly
on
the
observation
of
the
spectators
.
Other
gentlemen
,
who
had
no
briefs
to
show
,
carried
under
their
arms
goodly
octavos
,
with
a
red
label
behind
,
and
that
under
-
done
-
pie
-
crust
-
coloured
cover
,
which
is
technically
known
as
‘
law
calf
.
’
Others
,
who
had
neither
briefs
nor
books
,
thrust
their
hands
into
their
pockets
,
and
looked
as
wise
as
they
conveniently
could
;
others
,
again
,
moved
here
and
there
with
great
restlessness
and
earnestness
of
manner
,
content
to
awaken
thereby
the
admiration
and
astonishment
of
the
uninitiated
strangers
.
The
whole
,
to
the
great
wonderment
of
Mr
,
Pickwick
,
were
divided
into
little
groups
,
who
were
chatting
and
discussing
the
news
of
the
day
in
the
most
unfeeling
manner
possible
—
just
as
if
no
trial
at
all
were
coming
on
.
A
bow
from
Mr
.
Phunky
,
as
he
entered
,
and
took
his
seat
behind
the
row
appropriated
to
the
King
’
s
Counsel
,
attracted
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
attention
;
and
he
had
scarcely
returned
it
,
when
Mr
.
Serjeant
Snubbin
appeared
,
followed
by
Mr
.
Mallard
,
who
half
hid
the
Serjeant
behind
a
large
crimson
bag
,
which
he
placed
on
his
table
,
and
,
after
shaking
hands
with
Perker
,
withdrew
.
Then
there
entered
two
or
three
more
Serjeants
;
and
among
them
,
one
with
a
fat
body
and
a
red
face
,
who
nodded
in
a
friendly
manner
to
Mr
.
Serjeant
Snubbin
,
and
said
it
was
a
fine
morning
.
‘
Who
’
s
that
red
-
faced
man
,
who
said
it
was
a
fine
morning
,
and
nodded
to
our
counsel
?
’
whispered
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Mr
.
Serjeant
Buzfuz
,
’
replied
Perker
.
‘
He
’
s
opposed
to
us
;
he
leads
on
the
other
side
.
That
gentleman
behind
him
is
Mr
.
Skimpin
,
his
junior
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
on
the
point
of
inquiring
,
with
great
abhorrence
of
the
man
’
s
cold
-
blooded
villainy
,
how
Mr
,
Serjeant
Buzfuz
,
who
was
counsel
for
the
opposite
party
,
dared
to
presume
to
tell
Mr
.
Serjeant
Snubbin
,
who
was
counsel
for
him
,
that
it
was
a
fine
morning
,
when
he
was
interrupted
by
a
general
rising
of
the
barristers
,
and
a
loud
cry
of
‘
Silence
!
’
from
the
officers
of
the
court
.
Looking
round
,
he
found
that
this
was
caused
by
the
entrance
of
the
judge
.
Mr
.
Justice
Stareleigh
(
who
sat
in
the
absence
of
the
Chief
Justice
,
occasioned
by
indisposition
)
was
a
most
particularly
short
man
,
and
so
fat
,
that
he
seemed
all
face
and
waistcoat
.
He
rolled
in
,
upon
two
little
turned
legs
,
and
having
bobbed
gravely
to
the
Bar
,
who
bobbed
gravely
to
him
,
put
his
little
legs
underneath
his
table
,
and
his
little
three
-
cornered
hat
upon
it
;
and
when
Mr
.
Justice
Stareleigh
had
done
this
,
all
you
could
see
of
him
was
two
queer
little
eyes
,
one
broad
pink
face
,
and
somewhere
about
half
of
a
big
and
very
comical
-
looking
wig
.
The
judge
had
no
sooner
taken
his
seat
,
than
the
officer
on
the
floor
of
the
court
called
out
‘
Silence
!
’
in
a
commanding
tone
,
upon
which
another
officer
in
the
gallery
cried
‘
Silence
!
’
in
an
angry
manner
,
whereupon
three
or
four
more
ushers
shouted
‘
Silence
!
’
in
a
voice
of
indignant
remonstrance
.
This
being
done
,
a
gentleman
in
black
,
who
sat
below
the
judge
,
proceeded
to
call
over
the
names
of
the
jury
;
and
after
a
great
deal
of
bawling
,
it
was
discovered
that
only
ten
special
jurymen
were
present
.
Upon
this
,
Mr
.
Serjeant
Buzfuz
prayed
a
TALES
;
the
gentleman
in
black
then
proceeded
to
press
into
the
special
jury
,
two
of
the
common
jurymen
;
and
a
greengrocer
and
a
chemist
were
caught
directly
.
‘
Answer
to
your
names
,
gentlemen
,
that
you
may
be
sworn
,
’
said
the
gentleman
in
black
.
‘
Richard
Upwitch
.
’
