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‘
Master
.
He
wants
to
know
whether
you
’
re
at
home
.
’
Mr
.
Lowten
bethought
himself
,
at
this
juncture
,
of
looking
out
of
the
window
.
Seeing
an
open
carriage
with
a
hearty
old
gentleman
in
it
,
looking
up
very
anxiously
,
he
ventured
to
beckon
him
;
on
which
,
the
old
gentleman
jumped
out
directly
.
‘
That
’
s
your
master
in
the
carriage
,
I
suppose
?
’
said
Lowten
.
The
boy
nodded
.
All
further
inquiries
were
superseded
by
the
appearance
of
old
Wardle
,
who
,
running
upstairs
and
just
recognising
Lowten
,
passed
at
once
into
Mr
.
Perker
’
s
room
.
‘
Pickwick
!
’
said
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
Your
hand
,
my
boy
!
Why
have
I
never
heard
until
the
day
before
yesterday
of
your
suffering
yourself
to
be
cooped
up
in
jail
?
And
why
did
you
let
him
do
it
,
Perker
?
’
‘
I
couldn
’
t
help
it
,
my
dear
Sir
,
’
replied
Perker
,
with
a
smile
and
a
pinch
of
snuff
;
‘
you
know
how
obstinate
he
is
?
’
‘
Of
course
I
do
;
of
course
I
do
,
’
replied
the
old
gentleman
.
‘
I
am
heartily
glad
to
see
him
,
notwithstanding
.
I
will
not
lose
sight
of
him
again
,
in
a
hurry
.
’
With
these
words
,
Wardle
shook
Mr
.
Pickwick
’
s
hand
once
more
,
and
,
having
done
the
same
by
Perker
,
threw
himself
into
an
arm
-
chair
,
his
jolly
red
face
shining
again
with
smiles
and
health
.
‘
Well
!
’
said
Wardle
.
‘
Here
are
pretty
goings
on
—
a
pinch
of
your
snuff
,
Perker
,
my
boy
—
never
were
such
times
,
eh
?
’
