'No Fizkin!' roared the crowd.
'Certainly not!' shouted Mr.Pickwick.

'Hurrah!' And then there was another roaring, like that of a whole menagerie when the elephant has rung the bell for the cold meat.
'Who is Slumkey ?'whispered Mr.Tupman.
'I don't know,' replied Mr.Pickwick, in the same tone.

'Hush.

Don't ask any questions.

It's always best on these occasions to do what the mob do.' 'But suppose there are two mobs ?' suggested Mr.Snodgrass.
'Shout with the largest,' replied Mr.Pickwick.
Volumes could not have said more.
They entered the house, the crowd opening right and left to let them pass, and cheering vociferously.