Drawing forth two very small scraps of paper, he proceeded--'And now, gentlemen, but one word more.

Two letters have passed between these parties, letters which are admitted to be in the handwriting of the defendant, and which speak volumes, indeed.
The letters, too, bespeak the character of the man.

They are not open, fervent, eloquent epistles, breathing nothing but the language of affectionate attachment.

They are covert, sly, underhanded communications, but, fortunately, far more conclusive than if couched in the most glowing language and the most poetic imagery--letters that must be viewed with a cautious and suspicious eye--letters that were evidently intended at the time, by Pickwick, to mislead and delude any third parties into whose hands they might fall.

Let me read the first: "Garraways, twelve o'clock.