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Driving
to
the
George
and
Vulture
,
they
found
that
Arabella
and
her
maid
had
sent
for
a
hackney
-
coach
immediately
on
the
receipt
of
a
short
note
from
Emily
announcing
her
arrival
in
town
,
and
had
proceeded
straight
to
the
Adelphi
.
As
Wardle
had
business
to
transact
in
the
city
,
they
sent
the
carriage
and
the
fat
boy
to
his
hotel
,
with
the
information
that
he
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
would
return
together
to
dinner
at
five
o
’
clock
.
Charged
with
this
message
,
the
fat
boy
returned
,
slumbering
as
peaceably
in
his
dickey
,
over
the
stones
,
as
if
it
had
been
a
down
bed
on
watch
springs
.
By
some
extraordinary
miracle
he
awoke
of
his
own
accord
,
when
the
coach
stopped
,
and
giving
himself
a
good
shake
to
stir
up
his
faculties
,
went
upstairs
to
execute
his
commission
.
Now
,
whether
the
shake
had
jumbled
the
fat
boy
’
s
faculties
together
,
instead
of
arranging
them
in
proper
order
,
or
had
roused
such
a
quantity
of
new
ideas
within
him
as
to
render
him
oblivious
of
ordinary
forms
and
ceremonies
,
or
(
which
is
also
possible
)
had
proved
unsuccessful
in
preventing
his
falling
asleep
as
he
ascended
the
stairs
,
it
is
an
undoubted
fact
that
he
walked
into
the
sitting
-
room
without
previously
knocking
at
the
door
;
and
so
beheld
a
gentleman
with
his
arms
clasping
his
young
mistress
’
s
waist
,
sitting
very
lovingly
by
her
side
on
a
sofa
,
while
Arabella
and
her
pretty
handmaid
feigned
to
be
absorbed
in
looking
out
of
a
window
at
the
other
end
of
the
room
.
At
the
sight
of
this
phenomenon
,
the
fat
boy
uttered
an
interjection
,
the
ladies
a
scream
,
and
the
gentleman
an
oath
,
almost
simultaneously
.
‘
Wretched
creature
,
what
do
you
want
here
?
’
said
the
gentleman
,
who
it
is
needless
to
say
was
Mr
.
Snodgrass
.
To
this
the
fat
boy
,
considerably
terrified
,
briefly
responded
,
‘
Missis
.
’
‘
What
do
you
want
me
for
,
’
inquired
Emily
,
turning
her
head
aside
,
‘
you
stupid
creature
?
’
‘
Master
and
Mr
.
Pickwick
is
a
-
going
to
dine
here
at
five
,
’
replied
the
fat
boy
.
‘
Leave
the
room
!
’
said
Mr
.
Snodgrass
,
glaring
upon
the
bewildered
youth
.
‘
No
,
no
,
no
,
’
added
Emily
hastily
.
‘
Bella
,
dear
,
advise
me
.
’
