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‘
Sharp
!
’
echoed
Perker
.
‘
There
’
s
no
knowing
where
to
have
them
.
’
‘
Very
true
,
Sir
,
there
is
not
,
’
replied
Lowten
;
and
then
,
both
master
and
man
pondered
for
a
few
seconds
,
with
animated
countenances
,
as
if
they
were
reflecting
upon
one
of
the
most
beautiful
and
ingenious
discoveries
that
the
intellect
of
man
had
ever
made
.
When
they
had
in
some
measure
recovered
from
their
trance
of
admiration
,
Job
Trotter
discharged
himself
of
the
rest
of
his
commission
.
Perker
nodded
his
head
thoughtfully
,
and
pulled
out
his
watch
.
‘
At
ten
precisely
,
I
will
be
there
,
’
said
the
little
man
.
‘
Sam
is
quite
right
.
Tell
him
so
.
Will
you
take
a
glass
of
wine
,
Lowten
?
’
‘
No
,
thank
you
,
Sir
.
’
‘
You
mean
yes
,
I
think
,
’
said
the
little
man
,
turning
to
the
sideboard
for
a
decanter
and
glasses
.
As
Lowten
DID
mean
yes
,
he
said
no
more
on
the
subject
,
but
inquired
of
Job
,
in
an
audible
whisper
,
whether
the
portrait
of
Perker
,
which
hung
opposite
the
fireplace
,
wasn
’
t
a
wonderful
likeness
,
to
which
Job
of
course
replied
that
it
was
.
The
wine
being
by
this
time
poured
out
,
Lowten
drank
to
Mrs
.
Perker
and
the
children
,
and
Job
to
Perker
.
The
gentleman
in
the
plush
shorts
and
cottons
considering
it
no
part
of
his
duty
to
show
the
people
from
the
office
out
,
consistently
declined
to
answer
the
bell
,
and
they
showed
themselves
out
.
The
attorney
betook
himself
to
his
drawing
-
room
,
the
clerk
to
the
Magpie
and
Stump
,
and
Job
to
Covent
Garden
Market
to
spend
the
night
in
a
vegetable
basket
.
Punctually
at
the
appointed
hour
next
morning
,
the
good
–
humoured
little
attorney
tapped
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
door
,
which
was
opened
with
great
alacrity
by
Sam
Weller
.
‘
Mr
.
Perker
,
sir
,
’
said
Sam
,
announcing
the
visitor
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
who
was
sitting
at
the
window
in
a
thoughtful
attitude
.
‘
Wery
glad
you
’
ve
looked
in
accidentally
,
Sir
.
I
rather
think
the
gov
’
nor
wants
to
have
a
word
and
a
half
with
you
,
Sir
.
’
Perker
bestowed
a
look
of
intelligence
on
Sam
,
intimating
that
he
understood
he
was
not
to
say
he
had
been
sent
for
;
and
beckoning
him
to
approach
,
whispered
briefly
in
his
ear
.
‘
You
don
’
t
mean
that
‘
ere
,
Sir
?
’
said
Sam
,
starting
back
in
excessive
surprise
.
