Mr. Lowten, with a distant giggle, replied in the affirmative.

“There, there⁠—good morning⁠—good morning⁠—now pray, my dear sirs⁠— Mr. Lowten, the door!” cried the little man, pushing Dodson & Fogg, nothing loath, out of the office; “this way, my dear sirs⁠—now pray don’t prolong this⁠—Dear me⁠— Mr. Lowten⁠—the door, sir⁠—why don’t you attend?”

“If there’s law in England, sir,” said Dodson, looking towards Mr. Pickwick, as he put on his hat, “you shall smart for this.”

“You are a couple of mean⁠—”

“Remember, sir, you pay dearly for this,” said Fogg.