screaming, which called back the cook and the housemaid, and all the more adventurous, in no time.
"What is the matter with Miss Smithers?" said the lady abbess, as the aforesaid Miss Smithers proceeded to go into hysterics of four young lady power.
"Lor', Miss Smithers dear," said the other nine-and-twenty boarders.
"Oh, the man—the man—behind the door!" screamed Miss Smithers.
The lady abbess no sooner heard this appalling cry, than she retreated to her own bed-room, double-locked the door, and fainted away comfortably. The boarders, and the teachers, and the servants, fell back upon the stairs, and upon each other; and never was such a screaming, and fainting, and struggling, beheld. In the midst of the tumult Mr. Pickwick emerged from his concealment, and presented himself amongst them.
"Ladies—dear ladies," said Mr. Pickwick.
"Oh, he says we're dear," cried the oldest and ugliest teacher. "Oh the wretch!"
"Ladies," roared Mr. Pickwick, rendered desperate by the danger of his situation. "Hear me. I am no robber. I want the lady of the house."
"Oh, what a ferocious monster!" screamed another teacher. "He wants Miss Tomkins."
Here there was a general scream.
"Ring the alarm bell, somebody!" cried a dozen voices.
"Don't—don't," shouted Mr. Pickwick. "Look at me. Do I look like a robber! My dear ladies—you may bind me hand and leg, or lock me up in a closet, if you like. Only hear what I have got to say—only hear me."
"How did you come in our garden?" faltered the housemaid.
"Call the lady of the house, and I'll tell her everything—everything:" said Mr. Pickwick, exerting his lungs to the utmost pitch. "Call her—only be quiet, and call her, and you shall hear everything."
