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noUiiiig l»ut the plunging of horsos, and breaking of glass, could be made out, Mr. Pickwick felt himself violently pulled out from among the ruins of the chaise ; and as soon as he had gained his feet, and extricated his head from the skirts of his great coat which materially impeded the usefulness of his spectacles, the full disaster of the case met his view.

Old Mr. Wardle without a hat, and his clothes torn in several places, stood by his side, and the fragments of the chaise lay scattered at their feet. The post-boys, who had succeeded in cutting the traces, were standing, disrigured with mud and disordered by hard riding, by the horses* heads. About a hundred yards in advance was the other chaise, which had pulled up on hearing the crash. The postillions, each with a broad grin convulsing his countenance, were viewing the adverse party from their saddles, and Mr. Jingle was contemplating the wreck from the coach-win<low, with evident satisfaction. The day was just breaking, and the whole scene was rendered perfectly visible by the grey light of the morning.

♦< Hallo I shouted the shameless Jingle, " any body damaged ? — elderly gentlemen — no light weights— dangerous work — very."


 * You're a rascal ! " roared Wardle.

" Ha! hal " replied Jingle; and then he added, with a knowing wink, and a jerk of the thumb towards the interior of the chaise — " I say — she's very well — desires her compliments — begs you won't trouble yourself — love to Tuppy — won't you get up behind ? — drive on boys."

The postilions resumed their proper attitudes, and away rattled the chaise, Mr, Jingle fluttering in derision a white handkerchief from the coach window.

Nothing in the whole adventure, not even the upset, had disturbed the calm and equable current of Mr. Pickwick's temper. The villany however, which could first borrow money of his faithful follower, and then abbreviate his name to " Tuppy," was more than he could patiently bear. He drew his breath hard, and coloured up to the very tips of his spectacles, as he said, slowly and emphatically —

" If ever I meet that man again, I'll — "

stand talking here, they'll get their licence, and be married in London."
 * Yes, yes," interrupted Wardle, " that's all very well : but while we

Mr. Pickwick paused, bottled up his vengeance, and corked it down.

" How far is it to the next stage ? " inquired Mr. Wardle, of one of the boys.

" Six mile, a'nt it, Tom? "

" Rayther better."

" Rayther better nor six mile, Sir."

'* Can't be helped," said Wardle, •* we must walk it, Pickwick."

" No help for it," replied that truly great man.

So sending forward one of the boys on horseback, to procure a fresh chaise and horses, and leaving the other behind to take care of the broken one, Mr. Pickwick and Mr. Wardle set manfully forward on the walk, first tying their shawls round their necks, and slouching down their hats to escape as much as possible from the deluge of rain, which after a slight cesHution, had again begun to pour heavily down.