“What!” said Mr. Bob Sawyer. “His name!” cried Ben Allen. “His name!”

“ Mr. Nathaniel Winkle,” said Mr. Pickwick.

Mr. Benjamin Allen deliberately crushed his spectacles beneath the heel of his boot, and having picked up the pieces, and put them into three separate pockets, folded his arms, bit his lips, and looked in a threatening manner at the bland features of Mr. Pickwick.

“Then it’s you, is it, Sir, who have encouraged and brought about this match?” inquired Mr. Benjamin Allen at length.