Long before the close of this address, which we are bound to say was of a very prosy character for Mr. Pickwick, the Serjeant had relapsed into a state of abstraction. After some minutes, however, during which he had reassumed his pen, he appeared to be again aware of the presence of his clients; raising his head from the paper, he said, rather snappishly⁠—

“Who is with me in this case?”

“ Mr. Phunky, Serjeant Snubbin,” replied the attorney.

“Phunky⁠—Phunky,” said the Serjeant, “I never heard the name before. He must be a very young man.”

“Yes, he is a very young man,” replied the attorney. “He was only called the other day. Let me see⁠—he has not been at the Bar eight years yet.”