At sight of her child, Mrs.Bardell started; suddenly recollecting herself, she kissed him in a frantic manner; then relapsing into a state of hysterical imbecility, the good lady requested to be informed where she was.

In reply to this, Mrs.Cluppins and Mrs.Sanders turned their heads away and wept, while Messrs.

Dodson and Fogg entreated the plaintiff to compose herself.

Serjeant Buzfuz rubbed his eyes very hard with a large white handkerchief, and gave an appealing look towards the jury, while the judge was visibly affected, and several of the beholders tried to cough down their emotion.
'Very good notion that indeed,' whispered Perker to Mr.Pickwick.
'Capital fellows those Dodson and Fogg; excellent ideas of effect, my dear Sir, excellent.' As Perker spoke, Mrs.Bardell began to recover by slow degrees, while Mrs.Cluppins, after a careful survey of Master Bardell's buttons and the button-holes to which they severally belonged, placed him on the floor of the court in front of his mother--a commanding position in which he could not fail to awaken the full commiseration and sympathy of both judge and jury.

This was not done without considerable opposition, and many tears, on the part of the young gentleman himself, who had certain inward misgivings that the placing him within the full glare of the judge's eye was only a formal prelude to his being immediately ordered away for instant execution, or for transportation beyond the seas, during the whole term of his natural life, at the very least.
'Bardell and Pickwick,' cried the gentleman in black, calling on the case, which stood first on the list.
'I am for the plaintiff, my Lord,' said Mr.Serjeant Buzfuz.
'Who is with you, Brother Buzfuz ?' said the judge.