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As
to
the
scientific
gentleman
,
he
demonstrated
,
in
a
masterly
treatise
,
that
these
wonderful
lights
were
the
effect
of
electricity
;
and
clearly
proved
the
same
by
detailing
how
a
flash
of
fire
danced
before
his
eyes
when
he
put
his
head
out
of
the
gate
,
and
how
he
received
a
shock
which
stunned
him
for
a
quarter
of
an
hour
afterwards
;
which
demonstration
delighted
all
the
scientific
associations
beyond
measure
,
and
caused
him
to
be
considered
a
light
of
science
ever
afterwards
.
The
remainder
of
the
period
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
had
assigned
as
the
duration
of
the
stay
at
Bath
passed
over
without
the
occurrence
of
anything
material
.
Trinity
term
commenced
.
On
the
expiration
of
its
first
week
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
and
his
friends
returned
to
London
;
and
the
former
gentleman
,
attended
of
course
by
Sam
,
straightway
repaired
to
his
old
quarters
at
the
George
and
Vulture
.
On
the
third
morning
after
their
arrival
,
just
as
all
the
clocks
in
the
city
were
striking
nine
individually
,
and
somewhere
about
nine
hundred
and
ninety
-
nine
collectively
,
Sam
was
taking
the
air
in
George
Yard
,
when
a
queer
sort
of
fresh
-
painted
vehicle
drove
up
,
out
of
which
there
jumped
with
great
agility
,
throwing
the
reins
to
a
stout
man
who
sat
beside
him
,
a
queer
sort
of
gentleman
,
who
seemed
made
for
the
vehicle
,
and
the
vehicle
for
him
.
The
vehicle
was
not
exactly
a
gig
,
neither
was
it
a
stanhope
.
It
was
not
what
is
currently
denominated
a
dog
-
cart
,
neither
was
it
a
taxed
cart
,
nor
a
chaise
-
cart
,
nor
a
guillotined
cabriolet
;
and
yet
it
had
something
of
the
character
of
each
and
every
of
these
machines
.
It
was
painted
a
bright
yellow
,
with
the
shafts
and
wheels
picked
out
in
black
;
and
the
driver
sat
in
the
orthodox
sporting
style
,
on
cushions
piled
about
two
feet
above
the
rail
.
The
horse
was
a
bay
,
a
well
-
looking
animal
enough
;
but
with
something
of
a
flash
and
dog
-
fighting
air
about
him
,
nevertheless
,
which
accorded
both
with
the
vehicle
and
his
master
.
The
master
himself
was
a
man
of
about
forty
,
with
black
hair
,
and
carefully
combed
whiskers
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
particularly
gorgeous
manner
,
with
plenty
of
articles
of
jewellery
about
him
—
all
about
three
sizes
larger
than
those
which
are
usually
worn
by
gentlemen
—
and
a
rough
greatcoat
to
crown
the
whole
.
Into
one
pocket
of
this
greatcoat
,
he
thrust
his
left
hand
the
moment
he
dismounted
,
while
from
the
other
he
drew
forth
,
with
his
right
,
a
very
bright
and
glaring
silk
handkerchief
,
with
which
he
whisked
a
speck
or
two
of
dust
from
his
boots
,
and
then
,
crumpling
it
in
his
hand
,
swaggered
up
the
court
.
It
had
not
escaped
Sam
’
s
attention
that
,
when
this
person
dismounted
,
a
shabby
-
looking
man
in
a
brown
greatcoat
shorn
of
divers
buttons
,
who
had
been
previously
slinking
about
,
on
the
opposite
side
of
the
way
,
crossed
over
,
and
remained
stationary
close
by
.
Having
something
more
than
a
suspicion
of
the
object
of
the
gentleman
’
s
visit
,
Sam
preceded
him
to
the
George
and
Vulture
,
and
,
turning
sharp
round
,
planted
himself
in
the
Centre
of
the
doorway
.
‘
Now
,
my
fine
fellow
!
’
said
the
man
in
the
rough
coat
,
in
an
imperious
tone
,
attempting
at
the
same
time
to
push
his
way
past
.
‘
Now
,
Sir
,
wot
’
s
the
matter
?
’
replied
Sam
,
returning
the
push
with
compound
interest
.
‘
Come
,
none
of
this
,
my
man
;
this
won
’
t
do
with
me
,
’
said
the
owner
of
the
rough
coat
,
raising
his
voice
,
and
turning
white
.
‘
Here
,
Smouch
!
’
