XXXV

In which Mr. Pickwick thinks he had better go to Bath; and goes accordingly.

“But surely, my dear sir,” said little Perker, as he stood in Mr. Pickwick’s apartment on the morning after the trial, “surely you don’t really mean⁠—really and seriously now, and irritation apart⁠—that you won’t pay these costs and damages?”

“Not one halfpenny,” said Mr. Pickwick firmly; “not one halfpenny.”

“Hooroar for the principle, as the moneylender said ven he vouldn’t renew the bill,” observed Mr. Weller, who was clearing away the breakfast-things.