“I wonder,” said Mr. Pickwick, stopping in the midst of a most sedate conversation with Ben Allen, bearing reference to the numerous good qualities of Mr. Winkle and his sister⁠—“I wonder what all the people we pass, can see in us to make them stare so.”

“It’s a neat turnout,” replied Ben Allen, with something of pride in his tone. “They’re not used to see this sort of thing, every day, I dare say.”

“Possibly,” replied Mr. Pickwick. “It may be so. Perhaps it is.”