'Then there'll be murder before this trial's over; that's all.

Swear me, if you please, Sir;' and sworn the chemist was, before the judge could find words to utter.
'I merely wanted to observe, my Lord,' said the chemist, taking his seat with great deliberation, 'that I've left nobody but an errand-boy in my shop.

He is a very nice boy, my Lord, but he is not acquainted with drugs; and I know that the prevailing impression on his mind is, that Epsom salts means oxalic acid; and syrup of senna, laudanum.

That's all, my Lord.' With this, the tall chemist composed himself into a comfortable attitude, and, assuming a pleasant expression of countenance, appeared to have prepared himself for the worst.
Mr.Pickwick was regarding the chemist with feelings of the deepest horror, when a slight sensation was perceptible in the body of the court; and immediately afterwards Mrs.Bardell, supported by Mrs.
Cluppins, was led in, and placed, in a drooping state, at the other end of the seat on which Mr.Pickwick sat.

An extra-sized umbrella was then handed in by Mr.Dodson, and a pair of pattens by Mr.Fogg, each of whom had prepared a most sympathising and melancholy face for the occasion.
Mrs.Sanders then appeared, leading in Master Bardell.