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Short
as
this
conversation
was
,
it
roused
in
Mr
.
Winkle
the
highest
degree
of
excitement
and
anxiety
.
The
suspected
prior
attachment
rankled
in
his
heart
.
Could
he
be
the
object
of
it
?
Could
it
be
for
him
that
the
fair
Arabella
had
looked
scornfully
on
the
sprightly
Bob
Sawyer
,
or
had
he
a
successful
rival
?
He
determined
to
see
her
,
cost
what
it
might
;
but
here
an
insurmountable
objection
presented
itself
,
for
whether
the
explanatory
‘
over
that
way
,
’
and
‘
down
there
,
’
of
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
meant
three
miles
off
,
or
thirty
,
or
three
hundred
,
he
could
in
no
wise
guess
.
But
he
had
no
opportunity
of
pondering
over
his
love
just
then
,
for
Bob
Sawyer
’
s
return
was
the
immediate
precursor
of
the
arrival
of
a
meat
-
pie
from
the
baker
’
s
,
of
which
that
gentleman
insisted
on
his
staying
to
partake
.
The
cloth
was
laid
by
an
occasional
charwoman
,
who
officiated
in
the
capacity
of
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
’
s
housekeeper
;
and
a
third
knife
and
fork
having
been
borrowed
from
the
mother
of
the
boy
in
the
gray
livery
(
for
Mr
.
Sawyer
’
s
domestic
arrangements
were
as
yet
conducted
on
a
limited
scale
)
,
they
sat
down
to
dinner
;
the
beer
being
served
up
,
as
Mr
.
Sawyer
remarked
,
‘
in
its
native
pewter
.
’
After
dinner
,
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
ordered
in
the
largest
mortar
in
the
shop
,
and
proceeded
to
brew
a
reeking
jorum
of
rum
-
punch
therein
,
stirring
up
and
amalgamating
the
materials
with
a
pestle
in
a
very
creditable
and
apothecary
-
like
manner
.
Mr
.
Sawyer
,
being
a
bachelor
,
had
only
one
tumbler
in
the
house
,
which
was
assigned
to
Mr
.
Winkle
as
a
compliment
to
the
visitor
,
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
being
accommodated
with
a
funnel
with
a
cork
in
the
narrow
end
,
and
Bob
Sawyer
contented
himself
with
one
of
those
wide
-
lipped
crystal
vessels
inscribed
with
a
variety
of
cabalistic
characters
,
in
which
chemists
are
wont
to
measure
out
their
liquid
drugs
in
compounding
prescriptions
.
These
preliminaries
adjusted
,
the
punch
was
tasted
,
and
pronounced
excellent
;
and
it
having
been
arranged
that
Bob
Sawyer
and
Ben
Allen
should
be
considered
at
liberty
to
fill
twice
to
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
once
,
they
started
fair
,
with
great
satisfaction
and
good
-
fellowship
.
There
was
no
singing
,
because
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
said
it
wouldn
’
t
look
professional
;
but
to
make
amends
for
this
deprivation
there
was
so
much
talking
and
laughing
that
it
might
have
been
heard
,
and
very
likely
was
,
at
the
end
of
the
street
.
Which
conversation
materially
lightened
the
hours
and
improved
the
mind
of
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
’
s
boy
,
who
,
instead
of
devoting
the
evening
to
his
ordinary
occupation
of
writing
his
name
on
the
counter
,
and
rubbing
it
out
again
,
peeped
through
the
glass
door
,
and
thus
listened
and
looked
on
at
the
same
time
.
The
mirth
of
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
was
rapidly
ripening
into
the
furious
,
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
was
fast
relapsing
into
the
sentimental
,
and
the
punch
had
well
-
nigh
disappeared
altogether
,
when
the
boy
hastily
running
in
,
announced
that
a
young
woman
had
just
come
over
,
to
say
that
Sawyer
late
Nockemorf
was
wanted
directly
,
a
couple
of
streets
off
.
This
broke
up
the
party
.
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
understanding
the
message
,
after
some
twenty
repetitions
,
tied
a
wet
cloth
round
his
head
to
sober
himself
,
and
,
having
partially
succeeded
,
put
on
his
green
spectacles
and
issued
forth
.
Resisting
all
entreaties
to
stay
till
he
came
back
,
and
finding
it
quite
impossible
to
engage
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
in
any
intelligible
conversation
on
the
subject
nearest
his
heart
,
or
indeed
on
any
other
,
Mr
.
Winkle
took
his
departure
,
and
returned
to
the
Bush
.
The
anxiety
of
his
mind
,
and
the
numerous
meditations
which
Arabella
had
awakened
,
prevented
his
share
of
the
mortar
of
punch
producing
that
effect
upon
him
which
it
would
have
had
under
other
circumstances
.
So
,
after
taking
a
glass
of
soda
-
water
and
brandy
at
the
bar
,
he
turned
into
the
coffee
-
room
,
dispirited
rather
than
elevated
by
the
occurrences
of
the
evening
.
Sitting
in
front
of
the
fire
,
with
his
back
towards
him
,
was
a
tallish
gentleman
in
a
greatcoat
:
the
only
other
occupant
of
the
room
.
It
was
rather
a
cool
evening
for
the
season
of
the
year
,
and
the
gentleman
drew
his
chair
aside
to
afford
the
new
-
comer
a
sight
of
the
fire
.
What
were
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
feelings
when
,
in
doing
so
,
he
disclosed
to
view
the
face
and
figure
of
the
vindictive
and
sanguinary
Dowler
!
Mr
.
Winkle
’
s
first
impulse
was
to
give
a
violent
pull
at
the
nearest
bell
-
handle
,
but
that
unfortunately
happened
to
be
immediately
behind
Mr
.
Dowler
’
s
head
.
He
had
made
one
step
towards
it
,
before
he
checked
himself
.
As
he
did
so
,
Mr
.
Dowler
very
hastily
drew
back
.
