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‘
Where
will
Mr
Swiveller
sit
?
’
said
Quilp
,
looking
round
.
‘
Why
,
we
’
ll
buy
another
stool
,
sir
,
’
returned
Brass
.
‘
We
hadn
’
t
any
thoughts
of
having
a
gentleman
with
us
,
sir
,
until
you
were
kind
enough
to
suggest
it
,
and
our
accommodation
’
s
not
extensive
.
We
’
ll
look
about
for
a
second
-
hand
stool
,
sir
.
In
the
meantime
,
if
Mr
Swiveller
will
take
my
seat
,
and
try
his
hand
at
a
fair
copy
of
this
ejectment
,
as
I
shall
be
out
pretty
well
all
the
morning
—
’
‘
Walk
with
me
,
’
said
Quilp
.
‘
I
have
a
word
or
two
to
say
to
you
on
points
of
business
.
Can
you
spare
the
time
?
’
‘
Can
I
spare
the
time
to
walk
with
you
,
sir
?
You
’
re
joking
,
sir
,
you
’
re
joking
with
me
,
’
replied
the
lawyer
,
putting
on
his
hat
.
‘
I
’
m
ready
,
sir
,
quite
ready
.
My
time
must
be
fully
occupied
indeed
,
sir
,
not
to
leave
me
time
to
walk
with
you
.
It
’
s
not
everybody
,
sir
,
who
has
an
opportunity
of
improving
himself
by
the
conversation
of
Mr
Quilp
.
’
The
dwarf
glanced
sarcastically
at
his
brazen
friend
,
and
,
with
a
short
dry
cough
,
turned
upon
his
heel
to
bid
adieu
to
Miss
Sally
.
After
a
very
gallant
parting
on
his
side
,
and
a
very
cool
and
gentlemanly
sort
of
one
on
hers
,
he
nodded
to
Dick
Swiveller
,
and
withdrew
with
the
attorney
.
Dick
stood
at
the
desk
in
a
state
of
utter
stupefaction
,
staring
with
all
his
might
at
the
beauteous
Sally
,
as
if
she
had
been
some
curious
animal
whose
like
had
never
lived
.
When
the
dwarf
got
into
the
street
,
he
mounted
again
upon
the
window
-
sill
,
and
looked
into
the
office
for
a
moment
with
a
grinning
face
,
as
a
man
might
peep
into
a
cage
.
Dick
glanced
upward
at
him
,
but
without
any
token
of
recognition
;
and
long
after
he
had
disappeared
,
still
stood
gazing
upon
Miss
Sally
Brass
,
seeing
or
thinking
of
nothing
else
,
and
rooted
to
the
spot
.
Miss
Brass
being
by
this
time
deep
in
the
bill
of
costs
,
took
no
notice
whatever
of
Dick
,
but
went
scratching
on
,
with
a
noisy
pen
,
scoring
down
the
figures
with
evident
delight
,
and
working
like
a
steam
-
engine
.
There
stood
Dick
,
gazing
now
at
the
green
gown
,
now
at
the
brown
head
-
dress
,
now
at
the
face
,
and
now
at
the
rapid
pen
,
in
a
state
of
stupid
perplexity
,
wondering
how
he
got
into
the
company
of
that
strange
monster
,
and
whether
it
was
a
dream
and
he
would
ever
wake
.
At
last
he
heaved
a
deep
sigh
,
and
began
slowly
pulling
off
his
coat
.
Mr
Swiveller
pulled
off
his
coat
,
and
folded
it
up
with
great
elaboration
,
staring
at
Miss
Sally
all
the
time
;
then
put
on
a
blue
jacket
with
a
double
row
of
gilt
buttons
,
which
he
had
originally
ordered
for
aquatic
expeditions
,
but
had
brought
with
him
that
morning
for
office
purposes
;
and
,
still
keeping
his
eye
upon
her
,
suffered
himself
to
drop
down
silently
upon
Mr
Brass
’
s
stool
.
Then
he
underwent
a
relapse
,
and
becoming
powerless
again
,
rested
his
chin
upon
his
hand
,
and
opened
his
eyes
so
wide
,
that
it
appeared
quite
out
of
the
question
that
he
could
ever
close
them
any
more
.
When
he
had
looked
so
long
that
he
could
see
nothing
,
Dick
took
his
eyes
off
the
fair
object
of
his
amazement
,
turned
over
the
leaves
of
the
draft
he
was
to
copy
,
dipped
his
pen
into
the
inkstand
,
and
at
last
,
and
by
slow
approaches
,
began
to
write
.
But
he
had
not
written
half
-
a
-
dozen
words
when
,
reaching
over
to
the
inkstand
to
take
a
fresh
dip
,
he
happened
to
raise
his
eyes
.
There
was
the
intolerable
brown
head
-
dress
—
there
was
the
green
gown
—
there
,
in
short
,
was
Miss
Sally
Brass
,
arrayed
in
all
her
charms
,
and
more
tremendous
than
ever
.
