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‘
But
won
’
t
you
refresh
yourself
after
your
walk
,
Mr
.
Jackson
?
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
persuasively
.
‘
Why
,
really
there
ain
’
t
much
time
to
lose
,
’
replied
Jackson
;
‘
and
I
’
ve
got
a
friend
here
,
’
he
continued
,
looking
towards
the
man
with
the
ash
stick
.
‘
Oh
,
ask
your
friend
to
come
here
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
‘
Pray
ask
your
friend
here
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Why
,
thank
’
ee
,
I
’
d
rather
not
,
’
said
Mr
.
Jackson
,
with
some
embarrassment
of
manner
.
‘
He
’
s
not
much
used
to
ladies
’
society
,
and
it
makes
him
bashful
.
If
you
’
ll
order
the
waiter
to
deliver
him
anything
short
,
he
won
’
t
drink
it
off
at
once
,
won
’
t
he
!
—
only
try
him
!
’
Mr
.
Jackson
’
s
fingers
wandered
playfully
round
his
nose
at
this
portion
of
his
discourse
,
to
warn
his
hearers
that
he
was
speaking
ironically
.
The
waiter
was
at
once
despatched
to
the
bashful
gentleman
,
and
the
bashful
gentleman
took
something
;
Mr
.
Jackson
also
took
something
,
and
the
ladies
took
something
,
for
hospitality
’
s
sake
.
Mr
.
Jackson
then
said
he
was
afraid
it
was
time
to
go
;
upon
which
,
Mrs
.
Sanders
,
Mrs
.
Cluppins
,
and
Tommy
(
who
it
was
arranged
should
accompany
Mrs
.
Bardell
,
leaving
the
others
to
Mr
.
Raddle
’
s
protection
)
,
got
into
the
coach
.
‘
Isaac
,
’
said
Jackson
,
as
Mrs
.
Bardell
prepared
to
get
in
,
looking
up
at
the
man
with
the
ash
stick
,
who
was
seated
on
the
box
,
smoking
a
cigar
.
‘
Well
?
’
‘
This
is
Mrs
.
Bardell
.
’
‘
Oh
,
I
know
’
d
that
long
ago
,
’
said
the
man
.
Mrs
.
Bardell
got
in
,
Mr
.
Jackson
got
in
after
her
,
and
away
they
drove
.
Mrs
.
Bardell
could
not
help
ruminating
on
what
Mr
.
Jackson
’
s
friend
had
said
.
Shrewd
creatures
,
those
lawyers
.
