Yes; we know you, Mr.Pickwick; we know you.' 'The reports of the trial in those confounded papers,' thought Mr.
Pickwick.

'They have heard all about me.' 'You are the gentleman residing on Clapham Green,' resumed Bantam, 'who lost the use of his limbs from imprudently taking cold after port wine; who could not be moved in consequence of acute suffering, and who had the water from the king's bath bottled at one hundred and three degrees, and sent by wagon to his bedroom in town, where he bathed, sneezed, and the same day recovered.

Very remarkable!' Mr.Pickwick acknowledged the compliment which the supposition implied, but had the self-denial to repudiate it, notwithstanding; and taking advantage of a moment's silence on the part of the M.C., begged to introduce his friends, Mr.Tupman, Mr.Winkle, and Mr.Snodgrass.

An introduction which overwhelmed the M.C.with delight and honour.
'Bantam,' said Mr.Dowler, 'Mr.Pickwick and his friends are strangers.
They must put their names down.

Where's the book ?' 'The register of the distinguished visitors in Ba-ath will be at the Pump Room this morning at two o'clock,' replied the M.C.