Which of you gentlemen's name's Snodgrass ?' At this inquiry, Mr.Snodgrass gave such a very undisguised and palpable start, that no further reply was needed.
'Ah! I thought so,' said Mr.Jackson, more affably than before.

'I've a little something to trouble you with, Sir.' 'Me!'exclaimed Mr.Snodgrass.
'It's only a subpoena in Bardell and Pickwick on behalf of the plaintiff,' replied Jackson, singling out one of the slips of paper, and producing a shilling from his waistcoat pocket.

'It'll come on, in the settens after Term: fourteenth of Febooary, we expect; we've marked it a special jury cause, and it's only ten down the paper.

That's yours, Mr.
Snodgrass.' As Jackson said this, he presented the parchment before the eyes of Mr.Snodgrass, and slipped the paper and the shilling into his hand.
Mr.Tupman had witnessed this process in silent astonishment, when Jackson, turning sharply upon him, said-- 'I think I ain't mistaken when I say your name's Tupman, am I ?' Mr.Tupman looked at Mr.Pickwick; but, perceiving no encouragement in that gentleman's widely-opened eyes to deny his name, said-- 'Yes, my name is Tupman, Sir.' 'And that other gentleman's Mr.Winkle, I think ?' said Jackson.

Mr.
Winkle faltered out a reply in the affirmative; and both gentlemen were forthwith invested with a slip of paper, and a shilling each, by the dexterous Mr.Jackson.
'Now,' said Jackson, 'I'm afraid you'll think me rather troublesome, but I want somebody else, if it ain't inconvenient.