If Mrs.Bardell were right, it was perfectly clear that Mr.Pickwick was wrong, and if they thought the evidence of Mrs.
Cluppins worthy of credence they would believe it, and, if they didn't, why, they wouldn't.

If they were satisfied that a breach of promise of marriage had been committed they would find for the plaintiff with such damages as they thought proper; and if, on the other hand, it appeared to them that no promise of marriage had ever been given, they would find for the defendant with no damages at all.

The jury then retired to their private room to talk the matter over, and the judge retired to HIS private room, to refresh himself with a mutton chop and a glass of sherry.

An anxious quarter of a hour elapsed; the jury came back; the judge was fetched in.

Mr.Pickwick put on his spectacles, and gazed at the foreman with an agitated countenance and a quickly-beating heart.
'Gentlemen,' said the individual in black, 'are you all agreed upon your verdict ?' 'We are,' replied the foreman.
'Do you find for the plaintiff, gentlemen, or for the defendant ?' 'For the plaintiff.' 'With what damages, gentlemen ?' 'Seven hundred and fifty pounds.' Mr.Pickwick took off his spectacles, carefully wiped the glasses, folded them into their case, and put them in his pocket; then, having drawn on his gloves with great nicety, and stared at the foreman all the while, he mechanically followed Mr.Perker and the blue bag out of court.
They stopped in a side room while Perker paid the court fees; and here, Mr.Pickwick was joined by his friends.