Mr.Tupman had saved the lives of innumerable unoffending birds by receiving a portion of the charge in his left arm.
To describe the confusion that ensued would be impossible.

To tell how Mr.Pickwick in the first transports of emotion called Mr.Winkle 'Wretch!' how Mr.Tupman lay prostrate on the ground; and how Mr.Winkle knelt horror-stricken beside him; how Mr.Tupman called distractedly upon some feminine Christian name, and then opened first one eye, and then the other, and then fell back and shut them both--all this would be as difficult to describe in detail, as it would be to depict the gradual recovering of the unfortunate individual, the binding up of his arm with pocket-handkerchiefs, and the conveying him back by slow degrees supported by the arms of his anxious friends.
They drew near the house.

The ladies were at the garden gate, waiting for their arrival and their breakfast.

The spinster aunt appeared; she smiled, and beckoned them to walk quicker.

'Twas evident she knew not of the disaster.