“Law,” replied Mr. Grummer⁠—“Law, civil power, and exekative; them’s my titles; here’s my authority. Blank Tupman, blank Pickwick⁠—against the peace of our sufferin’ lord the king⁠—stattit in the case made and purwided⁠—and all regular. I apprehend you Pickwick! Tupman⁠—the aforesaid.”

“What do you mean by this insolence?” said Mr. Tupman, starting up; “leave the room!”

“Hallo,” said Mr. Grummer, retreating very expeditiously to the door, and opening it an inch or two, “Dubbley.”

“Well,” said a deep voice from the passage.

“Come for’ard, Dubbley.”