“Ah! you should keep dogs⁠—fine animals⁠—sagacious creatures⁠—dog of my own once⁠—pointer⁠—surprising instinct⁠—out shooting one day⁠—entering enclosure⁠—whistled⁠—dog stopped⁠—whistled again⁠—Ponto⁠—no go; stock still⁠—called him⁠—Ponto, Ponto⁠—wouldn’t move⁠—dog transfixed⁠—staring at a board⁠—looked up, saw an inscription⁠—‘Gamekeeper has orders to shoot all dogs found in this enclosure’⁠—wouldn’t pass it⁠—wonderful dog⁠—valuable dog that⁠—very.”

“Singular circumstance that,” said Mr. Pickwick. “Will you allow me to make a note of it?”

“Certainly, Sir, certainly⁠—hundred more anecdotes of the same animal.⁠—Fine girl, Sir,” (to Mr. Tracy Tupman, who had been bestowing sundry anti-Pickwickian glances on a young lady by the roadside).

“Very!” said Mr. Tupman.