I will not detain you.

I may tell Mrs.Leo Hunter, then, that she may confidently expect you and your distinguished friends?
Good-morning, Sir, I am proud to have beheld so eminent a personage--not a step sir; not a word.' And without giving Mr.Pickwick time to offer remonstrance or denial, Mr.Leo Hunter stalked gravely away.
Mr.Pickwick took up his hat, and repaired to the Peacock, but Mr.
Winkle had conveyed the intelligence of the fancy-ball there, before him.
'Mrs.Pott's going,' were the first words with which he saluted his leader.
'Is she ?' said Mr.Pickwick.
'As Apollo,' replied Winkle.

'Only Pott objects to the tunic.' 'He is right.

He is quite right,' said Mr.Pickwick emphatically.
'Yes; so she's going to wear a white satin gown with gold spangles.' 'They'll hardly know what she's meant for; will they ?' inquired Mr.
Snodgrass.
'Of course they will,' replied Mr.Winkle indignantly.

'They'll see her lyre, won't they ?' 'True; I forgot that,' said Mr.Snodgrass.
'I shall go as a bandit,'interposed Mr.Tupman.
'What!' said Mr.Pickwick, with a sudden start.
'As a bandit,' repeated Mr.Tupman, mildly.
'You don't mean to say,' said Mr.Pickwick, gazing with solemn sternness at his friend--'you don't mean to say, Mr.Tupman, that it is your intention to put yourself into a green velvet jacket, with a two-inch tail ?' 'Such IS my intention, Sir,' replied Mr.Tupman warmly.