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‘
Why
,
where
have
you
been
?
’
said
the
hospitable
old
gentleman
;
‘
I
’
ve
been
waiting
for
you
all
day
.
Well
,
you
DO
look
tired
.
What
!
Scratches
!
Not
hurt
,
I
hope
—
eh
?
Well
,
I
AM
glad
to
hear
that
—
very
.
So
you
’
ve
been
spilt
,
eh
?
Never
mind
.
Common
accident
in
these
parts
.
Joe
—
he
’
s
asleep
again
!
—
Joe
,
take
that
horse
from
the
gentlemen
,
and
lead
it
into
the
stable
.
’
The
fat
boy
sauntered
heavily
behind
them
with
the
animal
;
and
the
old
gentleman
,
condoling
with
his
guests
in
homely
phrase
on
so
much
of
the
day
’
s
adventures
as
they
thought
proper
to
communicate
,
led
the
way
to
the
kitchen
.
‘
We
’
ll
have
you
put
to
rights
here
,
’
said
the
old
gentleman
,
‘
and
then
I
’
ll
introduce
you
to
the
people
in
the
parlour
.
Emma
,
bring
out
the
cherry
brandy
;
now
,
Jane
,
a
needle
and
thread
here
;
towels
and
water
,
Mary
.
Come
,
girls
,
bustle
about
.
’
Three
or
four
buxom
girls
speedily
dispersed
in
search
of
the
different
articles
in
requisition
,
while
a
couple
of
large
-
headed
,
circular
-
visaged
males
rose
from
their
seats
in
the
chimney
-
corner
(
for
although
it
was
a
May
evening
their
attachment
to
the
wood
fire
appeared
as
cordial
as
if
it
were
Christmas
)
,
and
dived
into
some
obscure
recesses
,
from
which
they
speedily
produced
a
bottle
of
blacking
,
and
some
half
-
dozen
brushes
.
‘
Bustle
!
’
said
the
old
gentleman
again
,
but
the
admonition
was
quite
unnecessary
,
for
one
of
the
girls
poured
out
the
cherry
brandy
,
and
another
brought
in
the
towels
,
and
one
of
the
men
suddenly
seizing
Mr
.
Pickwick
by
the
leg
,
at
imminent
hazard
of
throwing
him
off
his
balance
,
brushed
away
at
his
boot
till
his
corns
were
red
-
hot
;
while
the
other
shampooed
Mr
.
Winkle
with
a
heavy
clothes
-
brush
,
indulging
,
during
the
operation
,
in
that
hissing
sound
which
hostlers
are
wont
to
produce
when
engaged
in
rubbing
down
a
horse
.
Mr
Snodgrass
,
having
concluded
his
ablutions
,
took
a
survey
of
the
room
,
while
standing
with
his
back
to
the
fire
,
sipping
his
cherry
brandy
with
heartfelt
satisfaction
.
He
describes
it
as
a
large
apartment
,
with
a
red
brick
floor
and
a
capacious
chimney
;
the
ceiling
garnished
with
hams
,
sides
of
bacon
,
and
ropes
of
onions
.
The
walls
were
decorated
with
several
hunting
-
whips
,
two
or
three
bridles
,
a
saddle
,
and
an
old
rusty
blunderbuss
,
with
an
inscription
below
it
,
intimating
that
it
was
‘
Loaded
’
—
as
it
had
been
,
on
the
same
authority
,
for
half
a
century
at
least
.
An
old
eight
-
day
clock
,
of
solemn
and
sedate
demeanour
,
ticked
gravely
in
one
corner
;
and
a
silver
watch
,
of
equal
antiquity
,
dangled
from
one
of
the
many
hooks
which
ornamented
the
dresser
.
‘
Ready
?
’
said
the
old
gentleman
inquiringly
,
when
his
guests
had
been
washed
,
mended
,
brushed
,
and
brandied
.
‘
Quite
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
