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‘
But
,
’
continued
the
cobbler
,
‘
finding
that
they
couldn
’
t
agree
among
themselves
,
and
consequently
couldn
’
t
get
up
a
case
against
the
will
,
they
withdrew
the
caveat
,
and
I
paid
all
the
legacies
.
I
’
d
hardly
done
it
,
when
one
nevy
brings
an
action
to
set
the
will
aside
.
The
case
comes
on
,
some
months
afterwards
,
afore
a
deaf
old
gentleman
,
in
a
back
room
somewhere
down
by
Paul
’
s
Churchyard
;
and
arter
four
counsels
had
taken
a
day
a
-
piece
to
bother
him
regularly
,
he
takes
a
week
or
two
to
consider
,
and
read
the
evidence
in
six
volumes
,
and
then
gives
his
judgment
that
how
the
testator
was
not
quite
right
in
his
head
,
and
I
must
pay
all
the
money
back
again
,
and
all
the
costs
.
I
appealed
;
the
case
come
on
before
three
or
four
very
sleepy
gentlemen
,
who
had
heard
it
all
before
in
the
other
court
,
where
they
’
re
lawyers
without
work
;
the
only
difference
being
,
that
,
there
,
they
’
re
called
doctors
,
and
in
the
other
place
delegates
,
if
you
understand
that
;
and
they
very
dutifully
confirmed
the
decision
of
the
old
gentleman
below
.
After
that
,
we
went
into
Chancery
,
where
we
are
still
,
and
where
I
shall
always
be
.
My
lawyers
have
had
all
my
thousand
pound
long
ago
;
and
what
between
the
estate
,
as
they
call
it
,
and
the
costs
,
I
’
m
here
for
ten
thousand
,
and
shall
stop
here
,
till
I
die
,
mending
shoes
.
Some
gentlemen
have
talked
of
bringing
it
before
Parliament
,
and
I
dare
say
would
have
done
it
,
only
they
hadn
’
t
time
to
come
to
me
,
and
I
hadn
’
t
power
to
go
to
them
,
and
they
got
tired
of
my
long
letters
,
and
dropped
the
business
.
And
this
is
God
’
s
truth
,
without
one
word
of
suppression
or
exaggeration
,
as
fifty
people
,
both
in
this
place
and
out
of
it
,
very
well
know
.
’
The
cobbler
paused
to
ascertain
what
effect
his
story
had
produced
on
Sam
;
but
finding
that
he
had
dropped
asleep
,
knocked
the
ashes
out
of
his
pipe
,
sighed
,
put
it
down
,
drew
the
bed
–
clothes
over
his
head
,
and
went
to
sleep
,
too
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
sitting
at
breakfast
,
alone
,
next
morning
(
Sam
being
busily
engaged
in
the
cobbler
’
s
room
,
polishing
his
master
’
s
shoes
and
brushing
the
black
gaiters
)
when
there
came
a
knock
at
the
door
,
which
,
before
Mr
.
Pickwick
could
cry
‘
Come
in
!
’
was
followed
by
the
appearance
of
a
head
of
hair
and
a
cotton
-
velvet
cap
,
both
of
which
articles
of
dress
he
had
no
difficulty
in
recognising
as
the
personal
property
of
Mr
.
Smangle
.
‘
How
are
you
?
’
said
that
worthy
,
accompanying
the
inquiry
with
a
score
or
two
of
nods
;
‘
I
say
—
do
you
expect
anybody
this
morning
?
Three
men
—
devilish
gentlemanly
fellows
—
have
been
asking
after
you
downstairs
,
and
knocking
at
every
door
on
the
hall
flight
;
for
which
they
’
ve
been
most
infernally
blown
up
by
the
collegians
that
had
the
trouble
of
opening
’
em
.
’
‘
Dear
me
!
How
very
foolish
of
them
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
rising
.
‘
Yes
;
I
have
no
doubt
they
are
some
friends
whom
I
rather
expected
to
see
,
yesterday
.
’
‘
Friends
of
yours
!
’
exclaimed
Smangle
,
seizing
Mr
.
Pickwick
by
the
hand
.
‘
Say
no
more
.
Curse
me
,
they
’
re
friends
of
mine
from
this
minute
,
and
friends
of
Mivins
’
s
,
too
.
Infernal
pleasant
,
gentlemanly
dog
,
Mivins
,
isn
’
t
he
?
’
said
Smangle
,
with
great
feeling
.
‘
I
know
so
little
of
the
gentleman
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
hesitating
,
‘
that
I
—
’
‘
I
know
you
do
,
’
interrupted
Smangle
,
clasping
Mr
.
Pickwick
by
the
shoulder
.
‘
You
shall
know
him
better
.
You
’
ll
be
delighted
with
him
.
That
man
,
Sir
,
’
said
Smangle
,
with
a
solemn
countenance
,
‘
has
comic
powers
that
would
do
honour
to
Drury
Lane
Theatre
.
’
