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Mr
.
Perker
had
had
a
dinner
-
party
that
day
,
as
was
testified
by
the
appearance
of
lights
in
the
drawing
-
room
windows
,
the
sound
of
an
improved
grand
piano
,
and
an
improvable
cabinet
voice
issuing
therefrom
,
and
a
rather
overpowering
smell
of
meat
which
pervaded
the
steps
and
entry
.
In
fact
,
a
couple
of
very
good
country
agencies
happening
to
come
up
to
town
,
at
the
same
time
,
an
agreeable
little
party
had
been
got
together
to
meet
them
,
comprising
Mr
.
Snicks
,
the
Life
Office
Secretary
,
Mr
.
Prosee
,
the
eminent
counsel
,
three
solicitors
,
one
commissioner
of
bankrupts
,
a
special
pleader
from
the
Temple
,
a
small
-
eyed
peremptory
young
gentleman
,
his
pupil
,
who
had
written
a
lively
book
about
the
law
of
demises
,
with
a
vast
quantity
of
marginal
notes
and
references
;
and
several
other
eminent
and
distinguished
personages
.
From
this
society
,
little
Mr
.
Perker
detached
himself
,
on
his
clerk
being
announced
in
a
whisper
;
and
repairing
to
the
dining
–
room
,
there
found
Mr
.
Lowten
and
Job
Trotter
looking
very
dim
and
shadowy
by
the
light
of
a
kitchen
candle
,
which
the
gentleman
who
condescended
to
appear
in
plush
shorts
and
cottons
for
a
quarterly
stipend
,
had
,
with
a
becoming
contempt
for
the
clerk
and
all
things
appertaining
to
‘
the
office
,
’
placed
upon
the
table
.
‘
Now
,
Lowten
,
’
said
little
Mr
.
Perker
,
shutting
the
door
,
‘
what
’
s
the
matter
?
No
important
letter
come
in
a
parcel
,
is
there
?
’
‘
No
,
Sir
,
’
replied
Lowten
.
‘
This
is
a
messenger
from
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
Sir
.
’
‘
From
Pickwick
,
eh
?
’
said
the
little
man
,
turning
quickly
to
Job
.
‘
Well
,
what
is
it
?
’
‘
Dodson
and
Fogg
have
taken
Mrs
.
Bardell
in
execution
for
her
costs
,
Sir
,
’
said
Job
.
‘
No
!
’
exclaimed
Perker
,
putting
his
hands
in
his
pockets
,
and
reclining
against
the
sideboard
.
‘
Yes
,
’
said
Job
.
‘
It
seems
they
got
a
cognovit
out
of
her
,
for
the
amount
of
’
em
,
directly
after
the
trial
.
’
‘
By
Jove
!
’
said
Perker
,
taking
both
hands
out
of
his
pockets
,
and
striking
the
knuckles
of
his
right
against
the
palm
of
his
left
,
emphatically
,
‘
those
are
the
cleverest
scamps
I
ever
had
anything
to
do
with
!
’
‘
The
sharpest
practitioners
I
ever
knew
,
Sir
,
’
observed
Lowten
.
