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‘
Very
good
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
with
unmoved
patience
.
‘
Then
we
will
have
a
chop
here
,
at
two
.
See
about
it
,
Sam
,
and
tell
them
to
be
punctual
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
remaining
firm
,
despite
all
the
remonstrances
and
arguments
of
Perker
,
the
chops
appeared
and
disappeared
in
due
course
;
he
was
then
put
into
another
hackney
coach
,
and
carried
off
to
Chancery
Lane
,
after
waiting
half
an
hour
or
so
for
Mr
.
Namby
,
who
had
a
select
dinner
-
party
and
could
on
no
account
be
disturbed
before
.
There
were
two
judges
in
attendance
at
Serjeant
’
s
Inn
—
one
King
’
s
Bench
,
and
one
Common
Pleas
—
and
a
great
deal
of
business
appeared
to
be
transacting
before
them
,
if
the
number
of
lawyer
’
s
clerks
who
were
hurrying
in
and
out
with
bundles
of
papers
,
afforded
any
test
.
When
they
reached
the
low
archway
which
forms
the
entrance
to
the
inn
,
Perker
was
detained
a
few
moments
parlaying
with
the
coachman
about
the
fare
and
the
change
;
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
stepping
to
one
side
to
be
out
of
the
way
of
the
stream
of
people
that
were
pouring
in
and
out
,
looked
about
him
with
some
curiosity
.
The
people
that
attracted
his
attention
most
,
were
three
or
four
men
of
shabby
-
genteel
appearance
,
who
touched
their
hats
to
many
of
the
attorneys
who
passed
,
and
seemed
to
have
some
business
there
,
the
nature
of
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
could
not
divine
.
They
were
curious
-
looking
fellows
.
One
was
a
slim
and
rather
lame
man
in
rusty
black
,
and
a
white
neckerchief
;
another
was
a
stout
,
burly
person
,
dressed
in
the
same
apparel
,
with
a
great
reddish
-
black
cloth
round
his
neck
;
a
third
was
a
little
weazen
,
drunken
-
looking
body
,
with
a
pimply
face
.
They
were
loitering
about
,
with
their
hands
behind
them
,
and
now
and
then
with
an
anxious
countenance
whispered
something
in
the
ear
of
some
of
the
gentlemen
with
papers
,
as
they
hurried
by
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
remembered
to
have
very
often
observed
them
lounging
under
the
archway
when
he
had
been
walking
past
;
and
his
curiosity
was
quite
excited
to
know
to
what
branch
of
the
profession
these
dingy
-
looking
loungers
could
possibly
belong
.
He
was
about
to
propound
the
question
to
Namby
,
who
kept
close
beside
him
,
sucking
a
large
gold
ring
on
his
little
finger
,
when
Perker
bustled
up
,
and
observing
that
there
was
no
time
to
lose
,
led
the
way
into
the
inn
.
As
Mr
.
Pickwick
followed
,
the
lame
man
stepped
up
to
him
,
and
civilly
touching
his
hat
,
held
out
a
written
card
,
which
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
not
wishing
to
hurt
the
man
’
s
feelings
by
refusing
,
courteously
accepted
and
deposited
in
his
waistcoat
pocket
.
‘
Now
,
’
said
Perker
,
turning
round
before
he
entered
one
of
the
offices
,
to
see
that
his
companions
were
close
behind
him
.
‘
In
here
,
my
dear
sir
.
Hallo
,
what
do
you
want
?
’
This
last
question
was
addressed
to
the
lame
man
,
who
,
unobserved
by
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
made
one
of
the
party
.
In
reply
to
it
,
the
lame
man
touched
his
hat
again
,
with
all
imaginable
politeness
,
and
motioned
towards
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
‘
No
,
no
,
’
said
Perker
,
with
a
smile
.
‘
We
don
’
t
want
you
,
my
dear
friend
,
we
don
’
t
want
you
.
’
