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dining- room, there found Mr. Lowten and Job Trotter looking very dim and shadowy by the light of a kitchen candle, which the gentleman who condescended to appear in plush shorts and cottons for a quarterly stipend, had, with a becoming contempt for the clerk and all things appertaining to the office, placed upon the table. Now, Lowten, said little Mr. Perker, shutting the door,whats the matter? No important letter come in a parcel, is there? No, Sir, replied Lowten. This is a messenger from Mr. Pickwick, Sir. From Pickwick, eh? said the little man, turning quickly to Job. Well, what is it? Dodson and Fogg have taken Mrs. Bardell in execution for her costs, Sir, said Job. No! exclaimed Perker, putting his hands in his pockets, and reclining against the sideboard. Yes, said Job. It seems they got a cognovit out of her, for the amount of em, directly after the trial. By Jove! said Perker, taking both hands out of his pockets, and striking the knuckles of his right against the palm of his left, emphatically, those are the cleverest scamps I ever had anything to do with! The sharpest practitioners I ever knew, Sir, observed Lowten. Sharp! echoed Perker. Theres no knowing where to have them. Very true, Sir, there is not, replied Lowten; and then, both master and man pondered for a few seconds, with animated countenances, as if they were reflecting upon one of the most beautiful and ingenious discoveries that the intellect of man had ever made. When they had in some measure recovered from their trance of admiration, Job Trotter discharged himself of the rest of his commission. Perker nodded his head thoughtfully, and pulled out his watch. At ten precisely, I will be there, said the little man. Sam is quite right. Tell him so. Will you take a glass of wine, Lowten? No, thank you, Sir. You mean yes, I think, said the little man, turning to the sideboard for a decanter and glasses. As Lowten DID mean yes, he said no more on the subject, but inquired of Job, in an audible whisper, whether the portrait of Perker, which hung opposite the fireplace, wasnt a wonderful likeness, to which Job of course replied that it was. The wine being by this time poured out, Lowten drank to Mrs. Perker and the children, and Job to Perker. The gentleman in the plush shorts and cottons considering it no part of his duty to show the people from the office out, consistently declined to answer the bell, and they showed themselves out. The attorney betook himself to his drawing-room, the clerk to the Magpie and Stump, and Job to Covent Garden Market to spend the night in a vegetable basket. Punctually at the appointed hour next morning, the good- humoured little attorney tapped at Mr. Pickwicks door, which was opened with great alacrity by Sam Weller. Mr. Perker, sir, said Sam, announcing the visitor to Mr. Pickwick, who was sitting at the window in a thoughtful attitude. Wery glad youve looked in accidentally, Sir. I rather think the govnor wants to have a word and a half with you, Sir. Perker bestowed a look of intelligence on Sam, intimating that he understood he was not to say he had been sent for; and beckoning him to approach, whispered briefly in his ear. You dont mean that ere, Sir? said Sam, starting back in excessive surprise. Perker nodded and smiled. Mr. Samuel Weller looked at the little lawyer, then at Mr. Pickwick, then at the ceiling, then at Perker again; grinned, laughed outright, and finally, catching up his hat from the carpet, without further explanation, disappeared. What does this mean? inquired Mr. Pickwick, looking at Perker with astonishment. What has put Sam into this extraordinary state? Oh, nothing, nothing, replied Perker. Come, my dear Sir, draw up your chair to the table. I have a good deal to say to you. What papers are those? inquired Mr. Pickwick, as the little man deposited on the table a small bundle of documents tied with red tape. The papers in Bardell and Pickwick, replied Perker, undoing the knot with his teeth. Mr. Pickwick grated the legs of his chair against the ground; and throwing himself into it, folded his hands and looked sternly --if Mr. Pickwick ever could look sternly--at his legal friend. You dont like to hear the name of the cause? said the little man, still busying himself with the knot. No, I do not indeed, replied Mr. Pickwick. Sorry for that, resumed Perker, because it will

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