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‘
Ah
,
to
be
sure
!
’
interposed
Perker
;
‘
come
,
account
for
this
idleness
.
You
see
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
only
astonishment
is
,
that
it
wasn
’
t
all
over
,
months
ago
.
’
‘
Why
the
fact
is
,
’
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
,
looking
at
his
blushing
young
wife
,
‘
that
I
could
not
persuade
Bella
to
run
away
,
for
a
long
time
.
And
when
I
had
persuaded
her
,
it
was
a
long
time
more
before
we
could
find
an
opportunity
.
Mary
had
to
give
a
month
’
s
warning
,
too
,
before
she
could
leave
her
place
next
door
,
and
we
couldn
’
t
possibly
have
done
it
without
her
assistance
.
’
‘
Upon
my
word
,
’
exclaimed
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
who
by
this
time
had
resumed
his
spectacles
,
and
was
looking
from
Arabella
to
Winkle
,
and
from
Winkle
to
Arabella
,
with
as
much
delight
depicted
in
his
countenance
as
warmheartedness
and
kindly
feeling
can
communicate
to
the
human
face
—
‘
upon
my
word
!
you
seem
to
have
been
very
systematic
in
your
proceedings
.
And
is
your
brother
acquainted
with
all
this
,
my
dear
?
’
‘
Oh
,
no
,
no
,
’
replied
Arabella
,
changing
colour
.
‘
Dear
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
he
must
only
know
it
from
you
—
from
your
lips
alone
.
He
is
so
violent
,
so
prejudiced
,
and
has
been
so
—
so
anxious
in
behalf
of
his
friend
,
Mr
,
Sawyer
,
’
added
Arabella
,
looking
down
,
‘
that
I
fear
the
consequences
dreadfully
.
’
‘
Ah
,
to
be
sure
,
’
said
Perker
gravely
.
‘
You
must
take
this
matter
in
hand
for
them
,
my
dear
sir
.
These
young
men
will
respect
you
,
when
they
would
listen
to
nobody
else
.
You
must
prevent
mischief
,
my
dear
Sir
.
Hot
blood
,
hot
blood
.
’
And
the
little
man
took
a
warning
pinch
,
and
shook
his
head
doubtfully
.
‘
You
forget
,
my
love
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
gently
,
‘
you
forget
that
I
am
a
prisoner
.
’
‘
No
,
indeed
I
do
not
,
my
dear
Sir
,
’
replied
Arabella
.
‘
I
never
have
forgotten
it
.
I
have
never
ceased
to
think
how
great
your
sufferings
must
have
been
in
this
shocking
place
.
But
I
hoped
that
what
no
consideration
for
yourself
would
induce
you
to
do
,
a
regard
to
our
happiness
might
.
If
my
brother
hears
of
this
,
first
,
from
you
,
I
feel
certain
we
shall
be
reconciled
.
He
is
my
only
relation
in
the
world
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
unless
you
plead
for
me
,
I
fear
I
have
lost
even
him
.
I
have
done
wrong
,
very
,
very
wrong
,
I
know
.
‘
Here
poor
Arabella
hid
her
face
in
her
handkerchief
,
and
wept
bitterly
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
nature
was
a
good
deal
worked
upon
,
by
these
same
tears
;
but
when
Mrs
.
Winkle
,
drying
her
eyes
,
took
to
coaxing
and
entreating
in
the
sweetest
tones
of
a
very
sweet
voice
,
he
became
particularly
restless
,
and
evidently
undecided
how
to
act
,
as
was
evinced
by
sundry
nervous
rubbings
of
his
spectacle
-
glasses
,
nose
,
tights
,
head
,
and
gaiters
.
Taking
advantage
of
these
symptoms
of
indecision
,
Mr
.
Perker
(
to
whom
,
it
appeared
,
the
young
couple
had
driven
straight
that
morning
)
urged
with
legal
point
and
shrewdness
that
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
was
still
unacquainted
with
the
important
rise
in
life
’
s
flight
of
steps
which
his
son
had
taken
;
that
the
future
expectations
of
the
said
son
depended
entirely
upon
the
said
Winkle
,
senior
,
continuing
to
regard
him
with
undiminished
feelings
of
affection
and
attachment
,
which
it
was
very
unlikely
he
would
,
if
this
great
event
were
long
kept
a
secret
from
him
;
that
Mr
.
