Will you join us at twelve, then, Pickwick ?' Mr.Pickwick was particularly desirous to view the sport, the more especially as he was rather anxious in respect of Mr.Winkle's life and limbs.

On so inviting a morning, too, it was very tantalising to turn back, and leave his friends to enjoy themselves.

It was, therefore, with a very rueful air that he replied-- 'Why, I suppose I must.' 'Ain't the gentleman a shot, Sir ?' inquired the long gamekeeper.
'No,' replied Wardle; 'and he's lame besides.' 'I should very much like to go,' said Mr.Pickwick--'very much.' There was a short pause of commiseration.
'There's a barrow t'other side the hedge,' said the boy.

'If the gentleman's servant would wheel along the paths, he could keep nigh us, and we could lift it over the stiles, and that.' 'The wery thing,' said Mr.Weller, who was a party interested, inasmuch as he ardently longed to see the sport.

'The wery thing.