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The
dancing
having
commenced
,
the
necessary
introductions
having
been
made
,
and
all
preliminaries
arranged
,
Angelo
Bantam
rejoined
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
led
him
into
the
card
-
room
.
Just
at
the
very
moment
of
their
entrance
,
the
Dowager
Lady
Snuphanuph
and
two
other
ladies
of
an
ancient
and
whist
-
like
appearance
,
were
hovering
over
an
unoccupied
card
-
table
;
and
they
no
sooner
set
eyes
upon
Mr
.
Pickwick
under
the
convoy
of
Angelo
Bantam
,
than
they
exchanged
glances
with
each
other
,
seeing
that
he
was
precisely
the
very
person
they
wanted
,
to
make
up
the
rubber
.
‘
My
dear
Bantam
,
’
said
the
Dowager
Lady
Snuphanuph
coaxingly
,
‘
find
us
some
nice
creature
to
make
up
this
table
;
there
’
s
a
good
soul
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
happened
to
be
looking
another
way
at
the
moment
,
so
her
Ladyship
nodded
her
head
towards
him
,
and
frowned
expressively
.
‘
My
friend
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
my
Lady
,
will
be
most
happy
,
I
am
sure
,
remarkably
so
,
’
said
the
M
.
C
.
,
taking
the
hint
.
‘
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
Lady
Snuphanuph
—
Mrs
.
Colonel
Wugsby
—
Miss
Bolo
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
bowed
to
each
of
the
ladies
,
and
,
finding
escape
impossible
,
cut
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
Miss
Bolo
against
Lady
Snuphanuph
and
Mrs
.
Colonel
Wugsby
.
As
the
trump
card
was
turned
up
,
at
the
commencement
of
the
second
deal
,
two
young
ladies
hurried
into
the
room
,
and
took
their
stations
on
either
side
of
Mrs
.
Colonel
Wugsby
’
s
chair
,
where
they
waited
patiently
until
the
hand
was
over
.
‘
Now
,
Jane
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Colonel
Wugsby
,
turning
to
one
of
the
girls
,
‘
what
is
it
?
’
‘
I
came
to
ask
,
ma
,
whether
I
might
dance
with
the
youngest
Mr
.
Crawley
,
’
whispered
the
prettier
and
younger
of
the
two
.
‘
Good
God
,
Jane
,
how
can
you
think
of
such
things
?
’
replied
the
mamma
indignantly
.
‘
Haven
’
t
you
repeatedly
heard
that
his
father
has
eight
hundred
a
year
,
which
dies
with
him
?
I
am
ashamed
of
you
.
Not
on
any
account
.
’
‘
Ma
,
’
whispered
the
other
,
who
was
much
older
than
her
sister
,
and
very
insipid
and
artificial
,
‘
Lord
Mutanhed
has
been
introduced
to
me
.
I
said
I
thought
I
wasn
’
t
engaged
,
ma
.
’
‘
You
’
re
a
sweet
pet
,
my
love
,
’
replied
Mrs
.
