'I wish you'd let me bleed you,' said Mr.Benjamin, with great eagerness.
'No, thank you,' replied Mr.Winkle hurriedly.
'I really think you had better,' said Allen.
'Thank you,' replied Mr.Winkle; 'I'd rather not.' 'What do YOU think, Mr.Pickwick ?' inquired Bob Sawyer.
Mr.Pickwick was excited and indignant.

He beckoned to Mr.Weller, and said in a stern voice, 'Take his skates off.' 'No; but really I had scarcely begun,' remonstrated Mr.Winkle.
'Take his skates off,' repeated Mr.Pickwick firmly.
The command was not to be resisted.

Mr.Winkle allowed Sam to obey it, in silence.
'Lift him up,' said Mr.Pickwick.Sam assisted him to rise.
Mr.Pickwick retired a few paces apart from the bystanders; and, beckoning his friend to approach, fixed a searching look upon him, and uttered in a low, but distinct and emphatic tone, these remarkable words-- 'You're a humbug, sir.' 'A what ?' said Mr.Winkle, starting.
'A humbug, Sir.

I will speak plainer, if you wish it.

An impostor, sir.' With those words, Mr.Pickwick turned slowly on his heel, and rejoined his friends.
While Mr.Pickwick was delivering himself of the sentiment just recorded, Mr.Weller and the fat boy, having by their joint endeavours cut out a slide, were exercising themselves thereupon, in a very masterly and brilliant manner.