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Colonel
Wugsby
,
tapping
her
daughter
’
s
cheek
with
her
fan
,
‘
and
are
always
to
be
trusted
.
He
’
s
immensely
rich
,
my
dear
.
Bless
you
!
’
With
these
words
Mrs
.
Colonel
Wugsby
kissed
her
eldest
daughter
most
affectionately
,
and
frowning
in
a
warning
manner
upon
the
other
,
sorted
her
cards
.
Poor
Mr
.
Pickwick
!
he
had
never
played
with
three
thorough
-
paced
female
card
-
players
before
.
They
were
so
desperately
sharp
,
that
they
quite
frightened
him
.
If
he
played
a
wrong
card
,
Miss
Bolo
looked
a
small
armoury
of
daggers
;
if
he
stopped
to
consider
which
was
the
right
one
,
Lady
Snuphanuph
would
throw
herself
back
in
her
chair
,
and
smile
with
a
mingled
glance
of
impatience
and
pity
to
Mrs
.
Colonel
Wugsby
,
at
which
Mrs
.
Colonel
Wugsby
would
shrug
up
her
shoulders
,
and
cough
,
as
much
as
to
say
she
wondered
whether
he
ever
would
begin
.
Then
,
at
the
end
of
every
hand
,
Miss
Bolo
would
inquire
with
a
dismal
countenance
and
reproachful
sigh
,
why
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
not
returned
that
diamond
,
or
led
the
club
,
or
roughed
the
spade
,
or
finessed
the
heart
,
or
led
through
the
honour
,
or
brought
out
the
ace
,
or
played
up
to
the
king
,
or
some
such
thing
;
and
in
reply
to
all
these
grave
charges
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
would
be
wholly
unable
to
plead
any
justification
whatever
,
having
by
this
time
forgotten
all
about
the
game
.
People
came
and
looked
on
,
too
,
which
made
Mr
.
Pickwick
nervous
Besides
all
this
,
there
was
a
great
deal
of
distracting
conversation
near
the
table
,
between
Angelo
Bantam
and
the
two
Misses
Matinter
,
who
,
being
single
and
singular
,
paid
great
court
to
the
Master
of
the
Ceremonies
,
in
the
hope
of
getting
a
stray
partner
now
and
then
.
All
these
things
,
combined
with
the
noises
and
interruptions
of
constant
comings
in
and
goings
out
,
made
Mr
.
Pickwick
play
rather
badly
;
the
cards
were
against
him
,
also
;
and
when
they
left
off
at
ten
minutes
past
eleven
,
Miss
Bolo
rose
from
the
table
considerably
agitated
,
and
went
straight
home
,
in
a
flood
of
tears
and
a
sedan
-
chair
.
Being
joined
by
his
friends
,
who
one
and
all
protested
that
they
had
scarcely
ever
spent
a
more
pleasant
evening
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
accompanied
them
to
the
White
Hart
,
and
having
soothed
his
feelings
with
something
hot
,
went
to
bed
,
and
to
sleep
,
almost
simultaneously
.
As
Mr
.
Pickwick
contemplated
a
stay
of
at
least
two
months
in
Bath
,
he
deemed
it
advisable
to
take
private
lodgings
for
himself
and
friends
for
that
period
;
and
as
a
favourable
opportunity
offered
for
their
securing
,
on
moderate
terms
,
the
upper
portion
of
a
house
in
the
Royal
Crescent
,
which
was
larger
than
they
required
,
Mr
.
and
Mrs
.
Dowler
offered
to
relieve
them
of
a
bedroom
and
sitting
-
room
.
This
proposition
was
at
once
accepted
,
and
in
three
days
’
time
they
were
all
located
in
their
new
abode
,
when
Mr
.
Pickwick
began
to
drink
the
waters
with
the
utmost
assiduity
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
took
them
systematically
.
He
drank
a
quarter
of
a
pint
before
breakfast
,
and
then
walked
up
a
hill
;
and
another
quarter
of
a
pint
after
breakfast
,
and
then
walked
down
a
hill
;
and
,
after
every
fresh
quarter
of
a
pint
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
declared
,
in
the
most
solemn
and
emphatic
terms
,
that
he
felt
a
great
deal
better
;
whereat
his
friends
were
very
much
delighted
,
though
they
had
not
been
previously
aware
that
there
was
anything
the
matter
with
him
.
The
Great
Pump
Room
is
a
spacious
saloon
,
ornamented
with
Corinthian
pillars
,
and
a
music
-
gallery
,
and
a
Tompion
clock
,
and
a
statue
of
Nash
,
and
a
golden
inscription
,
to
which
all
the
water
-
drinkers
should
attend
,
for
it
appeals
to
them
in
the
cause
of
a
deserving
charity
.
There
is
a
large
bar
with
a
marble
vase
,
out
of
which
the
pumper
gets
the
water
;
and
there
are
a
number
of
yellow
-
looking
tumblers
,
out
of
which
the
company
get
it
;
and
it
is
a
most
edifying
and
satisfactory
sight
to
behold
the
perseverance
and
gravity
with
which
they
swallow
it
.
There
are
baths
near
at
hand
,
in
which
a
part
of
the
company
wash
themselves
;
and
a
band
plays
afterwards
,
to
congratulate
the
remainder
on
their
having
done
so
.
There
is
another
pump
room
,
into
which
infirm
ladies
and
gentlemen
are
wheeled
,
in
such
an
astonishing
variety
of
chairs
and
chaises
,
that
any
adventurous
individual
who
goes
in
with
the
regular
number
of
toes
,
is
in
imminent
danger
of
coming
out
without
them
;
and
there
is
a
third
,
into
which
the
quiet
people
go
,
for
it
is
less
noisy
than
either
.
There
is
an
immensity
of
promenading
,
on
crutches
and
off
,
with
sticks
and
without
,
and
a
great
deal
of
conversation
,
and
liveliness
,
and
pleasantry
.
Every
morning
,
the
regular
water
-
drinkers
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
among
the
number
,
met
each
other
in
the
pump
room
,
took
their
quarter
of
a
pint
,
and
walked
constitutionally
.
At
the
afternoon
’
s
promenade
,
Lord
Mutanhed
,
and
the
Honourable
Mr
.
Crushton
,
the
Dowager
Lady
Snuphanuph
,
Mrs
.
Colonel
Wugsby
,
and
all
the
great
people
,
and
all
the
morning
water
-
drinkers
,
met
in
grand
assemblage
.
After
this
,
they
walked
out
,
or
drove
out
,
or
were
pushed
out
in
bath
-
chairs
,
and
met
one
another
again
.
After
this
,
the
gentlemen
went
to
the
reading
-
rooms
,
and
met
divisions
of
the
mass
.
After
this
,
they
went
home
.
If
it
were
theatre
-
night
,
perhaps
they
met
at
the
theatre
;
if
it
were
assembly
-
night
,
they
met
at
the
rooms
;
and
if
it
were
neither
,
they
met
the
next
day
.
A
very
pleasant
routine
,
with
perhaps
a
slight
tinge
of
sameness
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
sitting
up
by
himself
,
after
a
day
spent
in
this
manner
,
making
entries
in
his
journal
,
his
friends
having
retired
to
bed
,
when
he
was
roused
by
a
gentle
tap
at
the
room
door
.
