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‘
Right
as
a
trivet
,
sir
,
’
replied
Bob
Sawyer
.
‘
This
other
gentleman
,
’
cried
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
‘
is
,
as
you
will
see
when
you
have
read
the
letter
with
which
I
am
intrusted
,
a
very
near
relative
,
or
I
should
rather
say
a
very
particular
friend
of
your
son
’
s
.
His
name
is
Allen
.
’
‘
THAT
gentleman
?
’
inquired
Mr
.
Winkle
,
pointing
with
the
card
towards
Ben
Allen
,
who
had
fallen
asleep
in
an
attitude
which
left
nothing
of
him
visible
but
his
spine
and
his
coat
collar
.
Mr
.
Pickwick
was
on
the
point
of
replying
to
the
question
,
and
reciting
Mr
.
Benjamin
Allen
’
s
name
and
honourable
distinctions
at
full
length
,
when
the
sprightly
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
with
a
view
of
rousing
his
friend
to
a
sense
of
his
situation
,
inflicted
a
startling
pinch
upon
the
fleshly
part
of
his
arm
,
which
caused
him
to
jump
up
with
a
shriek
.
Suddenly
aware
that
he
was
in
the
presence
of
a
stranger
,
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
advanced
and
,
shaking
Mr
.
Winkle
most
affectionately
by
both
hands
for
about
five
minutes
,
murmured
,
in
some
half
-
intelligible
fragments
of
sentences
,
the
great
delight
he
felt
in
seeing
him
,
and
a
hospitable
inquiry
whether
he
felt
disposed
to
take
anything
after
his
walk
,
or
would
prefer
waiting
‘
till
dinner
-
time
;
’
which
done
,
he
sat
down
and
gazed
about
him
with
a
petrified
stare
,
as
if
he
had
not
the
remotest
idea
where
he
was
,
which
indeed
he
had
not
.
All
this
was
most
embarrassing
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
the
more
especially
as
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
evinced
palpable
astonishment
at
the
eccentric
—
not
to
say
extraordinary
—
behaviour
of
his
two
companions
.
To
bring
the
matter
to
an
issue
at
once
,
he
drew
a
letter
from
his
pocket
,
and
presenting
it
to
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
said
—
‘
This
letter
,
Sir
,
is
from
your
son
.
You
will
see
,
by
its
contents
,
that
on
your
favourable
and
fatherly
consideration
of
it
,
depend
his
future
happiness
and
welfare
.
Will
you
oblige
me
by
giving
it
the
calmest
and
coolest
perusal
,
and
by
discussing
the
subject
afterwards
with
me
,
in
the
tone
and
spirit
in
which
alone
it
ought
to
be
discussed
?
You
may
judge
of
the
importance
of
your
decision
to
your
son
,
and
his
intense
anxiety
upon
the
subject
,
by
my
waiting
upon
you
,
without
any
previous
warning
,
at
so
late
an
hour
;
and
,
’
added
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
glancing
slightly
at
his
two
companions
—
‘
and
under
such
unfavourable
circumstances
.
’
With
this
prelude
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
placed
four
closely
-
written
sides
of
extra
superfine
wire
-
wove
penitence
in
the
hands
of
the
astounded
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
.
Then
reseating
himself
in
his
chair
,
he
watched
his
looks
and
manner
:
anxiously
,
it
is
true
,
but
with
the
open
front
of
a
gentleman
who
feels
he
has
taken
no
part
which
he
need
excuse
or
palliate
.
The
old
wharfinger
turned
the
letter
over
,
looked
at
the
front
,
back
,
and
sides
,
made
a
microscopic
examination
of
the
fat
little
boy
on
the
seal
,
raised
his
eyes
to
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
face
,
and
then
,
seating
himself
on
the
high
stool
,
and
drawing
the
lamp
closer
to
him
,
broke
the
wax
,
unfolded
the
epistle
,
and
lifting
it
to
the
light
,
prepared
to
read
.
Just
at
this
moment
,
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
whose
wit
had
lain
dormant
for
some
minutes
,
placed
his
hands
on
his
knees
,
and
made
a
face
after
the
portraits
of
the
late
Mr
.
Grimaldi
,
as
clown
.
It
so
happened
that
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
instead
of
being
deeply
engaged
in
reading
the
letter
,
as
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
thought
,
chanced
to
be
looking
over
the
top
of
it
at
no
less
a
person
than
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
himself
;
rightly
conjecturing
that
the
face
aforesaid
was
made
in
ridicule
and
derision
of
his
own
person
,
he
fixed
his
eyes
on
Bob
with
such
expressive
sternness
,
that
the
late
Mr
.
Grimaldi
’
s
lineaments
gradually
resolved
themselves
into
a
very
fine
expression
of
humility
and
confusion
.
