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‘
Hold
your
tongue
,
’
interposed
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
Take
that
hat
up
again
.
’
But
this
Sam
flatly
and
positively
refused
to
do
;
and
,
after
he
had
been
severely
reprimanded
by
his
master
,
the
officer
,
being
in
a
hurry
,
condescended
to
pick
it
up
himself
,
venting
a
great
variety
of
threats
against
Sam
meanwhile
,
which
that
gentleman
received
with
perfect
composure
,
merely
observing
that
if
Mr
.
Namby
would
have
the
goodness
to
put
his
hat
on
again
,
he
would
knock
it
into
the
latter
end
of
next
week
.
Mr
.
Namby
,
perhaps
thinking
that
such
a
process
might
be
productive
of
inconvenience
to
himself
,
declined
to
offer
the
temptation
,
and
,
soon
after
,
called
up
Smouch
.
Having
informed
him
that
the
capture
was
made
,
and
that
he
was
to
wait
for
the
prisoner
until
he
should
have
finished
dressing
,
Namby
then
swaggered
out
,
and
drove
away
.
Smouch
,
requesting
Mr
.
Pickwick
in
a
surly
manner
‘
to
be
as
alive
as
he
could
,
for
it
was
a
busy
time
,
’
drew
up
a
chair
by
the
door
and
sat
there
,
until
he
had
finished
dressing
.
Sam
was
then
despatched
for
a
hackney
-
coach
,
and
in
it
the
triumvirate
proceeded
to
Coleman
Street
.
It
was
fortunate
the
distance
was
short
;
for
Mr
.
Smouch
,
besides
possessing
no
very
enchanting
conversational
powers
,
was
rendered
a
decidedly
unpleasant
companion
in
a
limited
space
,
by
the
physical
weakness
to
which
we
have
elsewhere
adverted
.
The
coach
having
turned
into
a
very
narrow
and
dark
street
,
stopped
before
a
house
with
iron
bars
to
all
the
windows
;
the
door
-
posts
of
which
were
graced
by
the
name
and
title
of
‘
Namby
,
Officer
to
the
Sheriffs
of
London
’
;
the
inner
gate
having
been
opened
by
a
gentleman
who
might
have
passed
for
a
neglected
twin
-
brother
of
Mr
.
Smouch
,
and
who
was
endowed
with
a
large
key
for
the
purpose
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
shown
into
the
‘
coffee
-
room
.
’
This
coffee
-
room
was
a
front
parlour
,
the
principal
features
of
which
were
fresh
sand
and
stale
tobacco
smoke
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
bowed
to
the
three
persons
who
were
seated
in
it
when
he
entered
;
and
having
despatched
Sam
for
Perker
,
withdrew
into
an
obscure
corner
,
and
looked
thence
with
some
curiosity
upon
his
new
companions
.
One
of
these
was
a
mere
boy
of
nineteen
or
twenty
,
who
,
though
it
was
yet
barely
ten
o
’
clock
,
was
drinking
gin
-
and
-
water
,
and
smoking
a
cigar
—
amusements
to
which
,
judging
from
his
inflamed
countenance
,
he
had
devoted
himself
pretty
constantly
for
the
last
year
or
two
of
his
life
.
Opposite
him
,
engaged
in
stirring
the
fire
with
the
toe
of
his
right
boot
,
was
a
coarse
,
vulgar
young
man
of
about
thirty
,
with
a
sallow
face
and
harsh
voice
;
evidently
possessed
of
that
knowledge
of
the
world
,
and
captivating
freedom
of
manner
,
which
is
to
be
acquired
in
public
-
house
parlours
,
and
at
low
billiard
tables
.
The
third
tenant
of
the
apartment
was
a
middle
-
aged
man
in
a
very
old
suit
of
black
,
who
looked
pale
and
haggard
,
and
paced
up
and
down
the
room
incessantly
;
stopping
,
now
and
then
,
to
look
with
great
anxiety
out
of
the
window
as
if
he
expected
somebody
,
and
then
resuming
his
walk
.
‘
You
’
d
better
have
the
loan
of
my
razor
this
morning
,
Mr
.
Ayresleigh
,
’
said
the
man
who
was
stirring
the
fire
,
tipping
the
wink
to
his
friend
the
boy
.
‘
Thank
you
,
no
,
I
shan
’
t
want
it
;
I
expect
I
shall
be
out
,
in
the
course
of
an
hour
or
so
,
’
replied
the
other
in
a
hurried
manner
.
Then
,
walking
again
up
to
the
window
,
and
once
more
returning
disappointed
,
he
sighed
deeply
,
and
left
the
room
;
upon
which
the
other
two
burst
into
a
loud
laugh
.
‘
Well
,
I
never
saw
such
a
game
as
that
,
’
said
the
gentleman
who
had
offered
the
razor
,
whose
name
appeared
to
be
Price
.
‘
Never
!
’
Mr
.
Price
confirmed
the
assertion
with
an
oath
,
and
then
laughed
again
,
when
of
course
the
boy
(
who
thought
his
companion
one
of
the
most
dashing
fellows
alive
)
laughed
also
.
