Smart fellow Fizkin's agent--very smart fellow indeed.' Mr.Pickwick stared, but said nothing.
'We are pretty confident, though,' said Mr.Perker, sinking his voice almost to a whisper.

'We had a little tea-party here, last night--five-and-forty women, my dear sir--and gave every one of 'em a green parasol when she went away.' 'A parasol!' said Mr.Pickwick.
'Fact, my dear Sir, fact.

Five-and-forty green parasols, at seven and sixpence a-piece.

All women like finery--extraordinary the effect of those parasols.

Secured all their husbands, and half their brothers--beats stockings, and flannel, and all that sort of thing hollow.