I should get the sack, I s'pose--eh ?' At this humorous notion, all the clerks laughed in concert.
'There was such a game with Fogg here, this mornin',' said the man in the brown coat, 'while Jack was upstairs sorting the papers, and you two were gone to the stamp-office.

Fogg was down here, opening the letters when that chap as we issued the writ against at Camberwell, you know, came in--what's his name again ?' 'Ramsey,' said the clerk who had spoken to Mr.Pickwick.
'Ah, Ramsey--a precious seedy-looking customer.

"Well, sir," says old Fogg, looking at him very fierce--you know his way--"well, Sir, have you come to settle ?" "Yes, I have, sir," said Ramsey, putting his hand in his pocket, and bringing out the money, "the debt's two pound ten, and the costs three pound five, and here it is, Sir;" and he sighed like bricks, as he lugged out the money, done up in a bit of blotting-paper.
Old Fogg looked first at the money, and then at him, and then he coughed in his rum way, so that I knew something was coming.

"You don't know there's a declaration filed, which increases the costs materially, I suppose," said Fogg.

"You don't say that, sir," said Ramsey, starting back; "the time was only out last night, Sir." "I do say it, though," said Fogg, "my clerk's just gone to file it.