The greeting between Mr. Pickwick and his professional adviser was warm and cordial; the client was scarcely ensconced in the attorney’s armchair, however, when a knock was heard at the door, and a voice inquired whether Mr. Perker was within.
“Hark!” said Perker, “that’s one of our vagabond friends—Jingle himself, my dear Sir. Will you see him?”
“What do you think?” inquired Mr. Pickwick, hesitating.
“Yes, I think you had better. Here, you Sir, what’s your name, walk in, will you?”
In compliance with this unceremonious invitation, Jingle and Job walked into the room, but, seeing Mr. Pickwick, stopped short in some confusion.