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‘
You
’
re
wanted
,
Sir
.
’
‘
Who
wants
me
?
’
Lowten
looked
at
Mr
.
Pickwick
,
and
coughed
.
‘
Who
wants
me
?
Can
’
t
you
speak
,
Mr
.
Lowten
?
’
‘
Why
,
sir
,
’
replied
Lowten
,
‘
it
’
s
Dodson
;
and
Fogg
is
with
him
.
’
‘
Bless
my
life
!
’
said
the
little
man
,
looking
at
his
watch
,
‘
I
appointed
them
to
be
here
at
half
-
past
eleven
,
to
settle
that
matter
of
yours
,
Pickwick
.
I
gave
them
an
undertaking
on
which
they
sent
down
your
discharge
;
it
’
s
very
awkward
,
my
dear
Sir
;
what
will
you
do
?
Would
you
like
to
step
into
the
next
room
?
’
The
next
room
being
the
identical
room
in
which
Messrs
.
Dodson
&
Fogg
were
,
Mr
.
Pickwick
replied
that
he
would
remain
where
he
was
:
the
more
especially
as
Messrs
.
Dodson
&
Fogg
ought
to
be
ashamed
to
look
him
in
the
face
,
instead
of
his
being
ashamed
to
see
them
.
Which
latter
circumstance
he
begged
Mr
.
Perker
to
note
,
with
a
glowing
countenance
and
many
marks
of
indignation
.
‘
Very
well
,
my
dear
Sir
,
very
well
,
’
replied
Perker
,
‘
I
can
only
say
that
if
you
expect
either
Dodson
or
Fogg
to
exhibit
any
symptom
of
shame
or
confusion
at
having
to
look
you
,
or
anybody
else
,
in
the
face
,
you
are
the
most
sanguine
man
in
your
expectations
that
I
ever
met
with
.
Show
them
in
,
Mr
.
Lowten
.
’
Mr
.
Lowten
disappeared
with
a
grin
,
and
immediately
returned
ushering
in
the
firm
,
in
due
form
of
precedence
—
Dodson
first
,
and
Fogg
afterwards
.
