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‘
They
can
issue
execution
,
my
dear
Sir
,
for
the
amount
of
the
damages
and
taxed
costs
,
next
term
,
’
replied
Perker
,
‘
just
two
months
hence
,
my
dear
sir
.
’
‘
Very
good
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Until
that
time
,
my
dear
fellow
,
let
me
hear
no
more
of
the
matter
.
And
now
,
’
continued
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
looking
round
on
his
friends
with
a
good
-
humoured
smile
,
and
a
sparkle
in
the
eye
which
no
spectacles
could
dim
or
conceal
,
‘
the
only
question
is
,
Where
shall
we
go
next
?
’
Mr
.
Tupman
and
Mr
.
Snodgrass
were
too
much
affected
by
their
friend
’
s
heroism
to
offer
any
reply
.
Mr
.
Winkle
had
not
yet
sufficiently
recovered
the
recollection
of
his
evidence
at
the
trial
,
to
make
any
observation
on
any
subject
,
so
Mr
.
Pickwick
paused
in
vain
.
‘
Well
,
’
said
that
gentleman
,
‘
if
you
leave
me
to
suggest
our
destination
,
I
say
Bath
.
I
think
none
of
us
have
ever
been
there
.
’
Nobody
had
;
and
as
the
proposition
was
warmly
seconded
by
Perker
,
who
considered
it
extremely
probable
that
if
Mr
.
Pickwick
saw
a
little
change
and
gaiety
he
would
be
inclined
to
think
better
of
his
determination
,
and
worse
of
a
debtor
’
s
prison
,
it
was
carried
unanimously
;
and
Sam
was
at
once
despatched
to
the
White
Horse
Cellar
,
to
take
five
places
by
the
half
-
past
seven
o
’
clock
coach
,
next
morning
.
There
were
just
two
places
to
be
had
inside
,
and
just
three
to
be
had
out
;
so
Sam
Weller
booked
for
them
all
,
and
having
exchanged
a
few
compliments
with
the
booking
-
office
clerk
on
the
subject
of
a
pewter
half
-
crown
which
was
tendered
him
as
a
portion
of
his
‘
change
,
’
walked
back
to
the
George
and
Vulture
,
where
he
was
pretty
busily
employed
until
bed
-
time
in
reducing
clothes
and
linen
into
the
smallest
possible
compass
,
and
exerting
his
mechanical
genius
in
constructing
a
variety
of
ingenious
devices
for
keeping
the
lids
on
boxes
which
had
neither
locks
nor
hinges
.
The
next
was
a
very
unpropitious
morning
for
a
journey
—
muggy
,
damp
,
and
drizzly
.
The
horses
in
the
stages
that
were
going
out
,
and
had
come
through
the
city
,
were
smoking
so
,
that
the
outside
passengers
were
invisible
.
The
newspaper
-
sellers
looked
moist
,
and
smelled
mouldy
;
the
wet
ran
off
the
hats
of
the
orange
-
vendors
as
they
thrust
their
heads
into
the
coach
windows
,
and
diluted
the
insides
in
a
refreshing
manner
.
The
Jews
with
the
fifty
-
bladed
penknives
shut
them
up
in
despair
;
the
men
with
the
pocket
-
books
made
pocket
-
books
of
them
.
Watch
-
guards
and
toasting
-
forks
were
alike
at
a
discount
,
and
pencil
-
cases
and
sponges
were
a
drug
in
the
market
.
Leaving
Sam
Weller
to
rescue
the
luggage
from
the
seven
or
eight
porters
who
flung
themselves
savagely
upon
it
,
the
moment
the
coach
stopped
,
and
finding
that
they
were
about
twenty
minutes
too
early
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
friends
went
for
shelter
into
the
travellers
’
room
—
the
last
resource
of
human
dejection
.
