“Here, give me your arm,” said Mr. Pickwick.

“No, no,” replied Jingle; “won’t indeed⁠—rather not.”

“Nonsense,” said Mr. Pickwick; “lean upon me, I desire, Sir.”

Seeing that he was confused and agitated, and uncertain what to do, Mr. Pickwick cut the matter short by drawing the invalided stroller’s arm through his, and leading him away, without saying another word about it.