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and decision of his character, he moiinteJ to the back seat of the first coach, which left Ipswich on the morning after the memorable occurrences detailed at length in the two preceding chapters; and accompanied by his three friends and Mr. Samuel Weller, arrived in the metropolis in perfect health and safety, the same evening.

Here the friends for a short time separated. Messrs. Tupman, Winkle, and Snodgrass, repaired to their several homes to make such preparations as might be requisite for their forthcoming visit to Dingley Dell ; and Mr. Pickwick and Sam took up their present abode ift very good, old-fashioned, and comfortable quarters, to wit, the George and Vulture Tavern and Hotel, George Yard, Lombard Street.

Mr. Pickwick had dined, finished his second pint of particular port, pulled his silk handkerchief over his head, put his feet on the fender, and thrown himself back in an easy chair, when the entrance ot Mr. Weller with his carpet bag, aroused him from his tranquil medi- tations.

" Sam," said Mr. Pickwick.

" Sir," said Mr. Weller.

" I have just been thinking, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick, " that having left a good many things at Mrs. Bardell's, in Goswell Street, I ought to arrange for taking them away, before I leave town again."

" Wery good, Sir," replied Mr. Weller.

tinued Mr. Pickwick, " but, before we take them away, it is necessary that they should be looked up, and put together. I wish you would step up to Goswell Street, Sam, and arrange about it."
 * '• I could send them to Mr. Tupman's for the present, Sam," con-

" At once, Sir?" inquired Mr. Weller.

Pickwick, pulling out his purse, " There is some rent to pay. The quarter is not due till Christmas, but you may pay it, and have done with it. A month's notice terminates my tenancy. Here it is, written out. Give it, and tell Mrs. Bardell she may put a bill up, as soon as she likes."
 * ' At once," replied Mr. Pickwick. " And stay, Sam," added Mr.

<' Wery good, Sir," replied Mr. Wellei ; " anythin* more. Sir?"

" Nothing more, Sam."

Mr. Weller stepped slowly to the door, as if he expected something further ; slowly opened it, slowly stepped out, and had slowly closed it within a couple of inches, when Mr. Pickwick called out —

" Sam."

" Yes, Sir," said Mr. Weller, stepping quickly back, and closing the door behind him.

Mrs. Bardell herself, seems disposed towards me, and whether it is really probable that this vile and groundless action is to be carried to extremity. I say I do not object to your doing this, if you wish it, Sam," said Mr. Pickwick.
 * ' I have no objection, Sam, to your endeavouring to ascertain how

Sam gave a short nod of intelligence, and left the room. Mr. Pick- wick drew the silk handkerchief once more over his head, and composed himself for a nap ; Mr. Weller promptly walked forth, to execute his commission.