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‘
You
’
re
very
right
,
Sir
,
’
interposed
Ben
Allen
,
just
awake
enough
to
know
that
he
had
spent
his
thousand
pounds
without
the
smallest
difficulty
.
‘
You
’
re
an
intelligent
man
.
Bob
,
he
’
s
a
very
knowing
fellow
this
.
’
‘
I
am
very
happy
to
find
that
you
do
me
the
justice
to
make
the
admission
,
sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
looking
contemptuously
at
Ben
Allen
,
who
was
shaking
his
head
profoundly
.
‘
The
fact
is
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
that
when
I
gave
my
son
a
roving
license
for
a
year
or
so
,
to
see
something
of
men
and
manners
(
which
he
has
done
under
your
auspices
)
,
so
that
he
might
not
enter
life
a
mere
boarding
-
school
milk
-
sop
to
be
gulled
by
everybody
,
I
never
bargained
for
this
.
He
knows
that
very
well
,
so
if
I
withdraw
my
countenance
from
him
on
this
account
,
he
has
no
call
to
be
surprised
.
He
shall
hear
from
me
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
Good
-
night
,
sir
.
—
Margaret
,
open
the
door
.
’
All
this
time
,
Bob
Sawyer
had
been
nudging
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
to
say
something
on
the
right
side
;
Ben
accordingly
now
burst
,
without
the
slightest
preliminary
notice
,
into
a
brief
but
impassioned
piece
of
eloquence
.
‘
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
,
staring
at
the
old
gentleman
,
out
of
a
pair
of
very
dim
and
languid
eyes
,
and
working
his
right
arm
vehemently
up
and
down
,
‘
you
—
you
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
yourself
’
‘
As
the
lady
’
s
brother
,
of
course
you
are
an
excellent
judge
of
the
question
,
’
retorted
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
.
‘
There
;
that
’
s
enough
.
Pray
say
no
more
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
.
Good
-
night
,
gentlemen
!
’
With
these
words
the
old
gentleman
took
up
the
candle
-
stick
and
opening
the
room
door
,
politely
motioned
towards
the
passage
.
‘
You
will
regret
this
,
Sir
,
’
said
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
setting
his
teeth
close
together
to
keep
down
his
choler
;
for
he
felt
how
important
the
effect
might
prove
to
his
young
friend
.
‘
I
am
at
present
of
a
different
opinion
,
’
calmly
replied
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
.
‘
Once
again
,
gentlemen
,
I
wish
you
a
good
-
night
.
’
Mr
.
Pickwick
walked
with
angry
strides
into
the
street
.
Mr
.
Bob
Sawyer
,
completely
quelled
by
the
decision
of
the
old
gentleman
’
s
manner
,
took
the
same
course
.
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
’
s
hat
rolled
down
the
steps
immediately
afterwards
,
and
Mr
.
Ben
Allen
’
s
body
followed
it
directly
.
The
whole
party
went
silent
and
supperless
to
bed
;
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
thought
,
just
before
he
fell
asleep
,
that
if
he
had
known
Mr
.
Winkle
,
senior
,
had
been
quite
so
much
of
a
man
of
business
,
it
was
extremely
probable
he
might
never
have
waited
upon
him
,
on
such
an
errand
.
