Mr.Tupman returned to his companions; and in another hour had drowned all present recollection of Mr.Alfred Jingle, or Mr.Charles Fitz-Marshall, in an exhilarating quadrille and a bottle of champagne.
By that time, Mr.Pickwick and Sam Weller, perched on the outside of a stage-coach, were every succeeding minute placing a less and less distance between themselves and the good old town of Bury St.Edmunds..