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at the foreman with an agitated countenance and a quickly beating heart.
" Gentlemen," said the individual in black, " are you all agreed upon your verdict ? "
" We are," replied the foreman.
" Do you find for the plaintiff, gentlemen, or for the defendant ? " " For the plaintiif."
- ' With what damages, gentlemen ? "
"i Seven hundred and fifty pounds."
Mr. Pickwick took off his spectacles, carefully wiped the glasses, folded them into the case, and put them in his pocket ; then having drawn on his gloves with great nicety, and stared at the foreman all the while, he mechanically followed Mr. Perker and the blue bag out of court.
They stopped in a side room while Perker paid the court fees ; and here Mr. Pickwick was joined by his friends. Here, too, he encoun- tered Messrs. Dodson and Fogg, rubbing their hands with every token of outward satisfaction.
" Well, gentlemen," said Mr. Pickwick. " Well, sir," said Dodson, for self and partner. " You imagine you'll get your costs, don't you, gentlemen ? " said Mr. Pickwick.
Fogg said they thought it rather probable ; and Dodson smiled, and said they'd try,
" You may try, and try, and try again, Messrs. Dodson and Fogg," said Mr. Pickwick vehemently, " but not one farthing of costs or damages do you ever get from me, if I spend the rest of my existence in a debtor's prison."
" Ha, ha I" said Dodson, " You'll think better of that, before next term, Mr. Pickwick."
- He, he, he ! we'll soon see about that, Mr. Pickwick," grinned
Fogg.
Speechless with indignation, Mr. Pickwick allowed himself to be led by his solicitor and friends to the door, and there assisted into a hack- ney-coach, which had been fetched for the purpose, by the ever watch- ful Sam Weller.
Sam had put up the steps, and was preparing to jump upon the box, when he felt himself gently touched on the shoulder; and, looking round, his father stood before him. The old gentleman's countenance wore a mournful expression, as he shook his head gravely and said, in warning accents —
" I know'd what 'ud come o' this here mode o' doin bisness. Oh Sammy, Sammy, vy worn't there a alleybi ! '*
