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‘
I
’
m
very
sorry
he
has
failed
,
’
said
Wilkins
Flasher
,
Esquire
.
‘
Capital
dinners
he
gave
.
’
‘
Fine
port
he
had
too
,
’
remarked
Mr
.
Simmery
.
‘
We
are
going
to
send
our
butler
to
the
sale
to
-
morrow
,
to
pick
up
some
of
that
sixty
-
four
.
’
‘
The
devil
you
are
!
’
said
Wilkins
Flasher
,
Esquire
.
‘
My
man
’
s
going
too
.
Five
guineas
my
man
outbids
your
man
.
’
‘
Done
.
’
Another
entry
was
made
in
the
little
books
,
with
the
gold
pencil
-
cases
;
and
Mr
.
Simmery
,
having
by
this
time
killed
all
the
flies
and
taken
all
the
bets
,
strolled
away
to
the
Stock
Exchange
to
see
what
was
going
forward
.
Wilkins
Flasher
,
Esquire
,
now
condescended
to
receive
Mr
.
Solomon
Pell
’
s
instructions
,
and
having
filled
up
some
printed
forms
,
requested
the
party
to
follow
him
to
the
bank
,
which
they
did
:
Mr
.
Weller
and
his
three
friends
staring
at
all
they
beheld
in
unbounded
astonishment
,
and
Sam
encountering
everything
with
a
coolness
which
nothing
could
disturb
.
Crossing
a
courtyard
which
was
all
noise
and
bustle
,
and
passing
a
couple
of
porters
who
seemed
dressed
to
match
the
red
fire
engine
which
was
wheeled
away
into
a
corner
,
they
passed
into
an
office
where
their
business
was
to
be
transacted
,
and
where
Pell
and
Mr
.
Flasher
left
them
standing
for
a
few
moments
,
while
they
went
upstairs
into
the
Will
Office
.
‘
Wot
place
is
this
here
?
’
whispered
the
mottled
-
faced
gentleman
to
the
elder
Mr
.
Weller
.
‘
Counsel
’
s
Office
,
’
replied
the
executor
in
a
whisper
.
‘
Wot
are
them
gen
’
l
’
men
a
-
settin
’
behind
the
counters
?
’
asked
the
hoarse
coachman
.
