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but I'm very glad, for your own sakes, that you came to me : that's all. If you had gone to any low member of the profession, it's my firm con- viction, and I assure you of it as a fact, that you would have found yourselves in Queer Street before this. I could have wished my noble friend had been alive to have seen my management of this case ; I don't say it out of pride, but I think — however, gentlemen, I won't trouble you with that. I'm generally to be found here, gentlemen, but if I'm not here, or over the way, that's my address. You'll tind my terms very cheap and reasonable, and no man attends more to his clients than I do, and I hope I know a little of my profession besides. If you have any opportunity of recommending me to any of your friends, gentlemen, I shall be very much obliged to you, and so will they too, when they come to know me. Your healths, gentlemen."

With this expression of his feelings, Mr. Solomon Pell laid three small written cards before Mr. Wellcr's friends, and, looking at the clock again, feared it was time to be walking. Upon this hint Mr. Weller settled the bill, and, issuing forth, the executor, legatee, attor- ney, and umpires, directed their steps towards the city.

The office of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, of the Stock Exchange, was in a first floor up a court behind the Bank of England ; the house of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, was at Brixton, Surrey ; the horse and stan- hope of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, were at an adjacent livery stable ; the groom of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, was on his way to the West End to deliver some game ; the clerk of Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, had gone to his dinner ; and so Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, himself, cried, counting-house door.
 * ' Come in," when Mr. Pell and his companions knocked at the

" Good morning. Sir," said Pell, bowing obsequiously. *' We want to make a little transfer, if you please."

minute ; TU attend to you directly."
 * ^Oh, just come in, will you?" said Mr. Flasher. " Sit down a

" Thank you. Sir," said Pell, " there's no hurry. Take a chair, Mr. Weller."

Mr. Weller took a chair, and Sam took a box, and the umpires took what they could get, and looked at the almanack and one or two papers which were wafered against the wall, with as much open-eyed rever- ence as if they had been the finest efforts of the old masters.

" Well, I'll bet you haif a dozen of claret on it; come," said Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, resuming the conversation to which Mr. Pell's entrance had caused a momentary interruption.

This was addressed to a very smart young gentleman who wore his hat on his right whisker, and was lounging over the desk killing flies with a ruler. Wilkins Flasher, Esquire, was balancing himself on two legs of an office stool, spearing a wafer-box with a penknife, which he dropped every now and then with great dexterity into the very centre of a small red wafer that was stuck outside. Both gentlemen had very open waistcoats and very rolling collars, and very small boots and very big rings, and very little watches and very large guard chains, and sym- metrical inexpressibles and scented pocket handkerchiefs.