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which he vaulted on his stool with an agility most remarkable, and wrote intensely.

The greeting between Mr. Pickwick and his professional adviser was warm and cordial ; the client was scarcely ensconced in the attorney's arm chair, however, when a knock was heard at the door, and a voice enquired whether Mr. Perker was within.

'* Hark ! " said Perker, " that's one of our vagabond friends- Jingle himself, my dear Sir. Will you see him ? "

" What do you think ? " enquired Mr. Pickwick, hesitating.

<* Yes, I think you had better. Here, you sir, what's your name, walk in, will you .'*"

In compliance with this unceremonious invitation. Jingle and Job walked into the room, but, seeing Mr. Pickwick, stopped short in some confusion.

" Well," said Perker, " don't you know that gentleman ? "

wick — deepest obligations — life preserver — made a man of me — you shall never repent it, Sir."
 * ' Good reason to," replied Jingle, stepping forward. ** Mr. Pick-

much better."
 * ' I am happy to hear you say so,'' said Mr. Pickwick. " You look

"Thanks to you. Sir — great change — Majesty's fleet — unwholesome place — very," said Jingle, shaking his head. He was decently and cleanly dressed, and so was Job, who stood bolt upright behind hira, staring at Mr. Pickwick with a visage of iron.

" When do they go to Liverpool ? " enquired Mr. Pickwick, half aside to Perker.

" This evening. Sir, at seven o'clock," said Job, taking one step for- ward. " By the heavy coach from the city, Sir."


 * ' Are your places taken ? "


 * ' They are, Sir," replied Job.

" You have fully made up your mind to go ? "


 * ' I have. Sir," answered Job.

'^ With regard to such an outfit as was indispensable for Jingle," said Perker, addressing Mr. Pickwick aloud, '^I have taken upon myself to make an arrangement for the deduction of a small sum from his quarterly salary, which, being made for only one year, and regularly remitted, will provide for that expense. I entirely disapprove of your doing anything for him, my dear Sir, which is not dependent on his own exertions and good conduct."

"Certainly," interposed Jingle, with great firmness. "Clear head — man of the world — quite right — perfectly.''

pawnbroker's, relieving him in prison, and paying for his passage," con- tinued Perker, without noticing Jingle's observation, " you have already lost upwards of fifty pounds."
 * ' By compounding with his creditor, releasing his clothes from the

" Not lost," said Jingle, hastily. '^ Pay it all — stick to business — cash up — every farthing. Yellow fever, perhaps — can't help that — if not — " Here Mr. Jingle paused, and striking the crown of his hat with great violence, passed his hand over his eyes, and sat down.