and Job walked into the room, but, seeing Mr. Pickwick, stopped short in some confusion.
"Well," said Perker, "don't you know that gentleman?"
"Good reason to," replied Mr. Jingle, stepping forward. "Mr. Pickwick—deepest obligations—life preserver—made a man of me—you shall never repent it, sir."
"I am happy to hear you say so," said Mr. Pickwick. "You look much better."
"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 him, staring at Mr. Pickwick with a visage of iron.
"When do they go to Liverpool?" inquired Mr. Pickwick, half aside to Perker.
"This evening, sir, at seven o'clock," said Job, taking one step forward. "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 only for 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."
"By compounding with his creditor, releasing his clothes from the pawnbroker's, relieving him in prison, and paying for his passage," continued Perker, without noticing Jingle's observation, "you have already lost upwards of fifty pounds."
"Not lost," said Jingle, hastily. "Pay it all—stick to
