The count will be delighted with him.' 'Yes, yes,' said Mr.Pickwick hastily.

'His residence--' 'Is at present at the Angel at Bury.' 'At Bury ?' 'At Bury St.Edmunds, not many miles from here.

But dear me, Mr.
Pickwick, you are not going to leave us; surely Mr.Pickwick you cannot think of going so soon ?' But long before Mrs.Leo Hunter had finished speaking, Mr.Pickwick had plunged through the throng, and reached the garden, whither he was shortly afterwards joined by Mr.Tupman, who had followed his friend closely.
'It's of no use,' said Mr.Tupman.

'He has gone.' 'I know it,' said Mr.Pickwick, 'and I will follow him.' 'Follow him! Where ?' inquired Mr.Tupman.
'To the Angel at Bury,' replied Mr.Pickwick, speaking very quickly.
'How do we know whom he is deceiving there?
He deceived a worthy man once, and we were the innocent cause.

He shall not do it again, if I can help it; I'll expose him! Sam! Where's my servant ?' 'Here you are, Sir,' said Mr.Weller, emerging from a sequestered spot, where he had been engaged in discussing a bottle of Madeira, which he had abstracted from the breakfast-table an hour or two before.