'Perker ain't in town, and he won't be, neither, before the end of next week; but if you want the action defended, and will leave the copy with me, I can do all that's needful till he comes back.' 'That's exactly what I came here for,' said Mr.Pickwick, handing over the document.

'If anything particular occurs, you can write to me at the post-office, Ipswich.' 'That's all right,' replied Mr.Perker's clerk; and then seeing Mr.
Pickwick's eye wandering curiously towards the table, he added, 'will you join us, for half an hour or so?
We are capital company here to-night.

There's Samkin and Green's managing-clerk, and Smithers and Price's chancery, and Pimkin and Thomas's out o' doors--sings a capital song, he does--and Jack Bamber, and ever so many more.

You're come out of the country, I suppose.

Would you like to join us ?' Mr.Pickwick could not resist so tempting an opportunity of studying human nature.